Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 250

Amelia waited in front of him, her eyes full of expectation, clearly wanting Clive to say the password. He almost forgot how to breathe.

“Amelia, are you really that desperate for money?”

She let out a short laugh. “Weren’t you the one asking if it was enough? Don’t pretend you’re loaded if you’re not.”

Clive’s face turned even colder, his expression practically thunderous.

He started to wonder if Amelia was even the same person he used to know.

Right then, Clive’s phone started ringing, totally ruining the tension in the room.

He pulled it out with an irritated look and glanced at the screen.

Amelia was right there, so she saw the caller ID too—Kristen.

Clive hung up immediately, but the phone lit up again with another call.

This time, he hesitated.

Kristen would never call him over and over unless something serious had happened.

Amelia knew exactly how he worked. The second Clive picked up, she kicked him hard in the shin. As he doubled over in pain and loosened his grip, she broke free and walked away without looking back.

“Salmeron.” The voice on the phone wasn’t Kristen’s.

Clive had been about to chase after Amelia but stopped in his tracks.

“Mrs. Gallagher? Why are you calling me?” It was Kristen’s mom, Bianca.

Bianca sounded more serious than ever. “Salmeron, I don’t know what happened between you and my daughter, but she just wrote a will and locked herself in the bathroom. She tried to kill herself.”

Clive’s face drained of color, his hand shaking as he gripped the phone. “Kristen, she—”

“Luckily, I got here in time. But she’s still not okay. Can you come over? Maybe you can help calm her down.”

Of course he couldn’t say no.

“I’ll be right there,” he said, already heading for the door.

Amelia was already parked.

As she got out of the car, she said with a hint of mischief, “He won’t be home tonight. He’s got his hands full.”

With the drama Mrs. Salmeron had just dropped on him, Amelia figured Clive would be stuck at the hospital with Kristen all night. She doubted he’d even have the energy to make it home.

Later that night, Clive’s car screeched to a halt outside the hospital.

He’d ditched his jacket, sweat sticking his shirt to his back. He looked anxious, but he knew that wasn’t really it. There was this strange, burning restlessness pulsing through him.

He found Kristen’s room. The door was half open, and inside, Bianca’s voice was sharp with frustration.

“You stubborn girl. I’ve told you before—Clive might be great, but he’s a married man. Back in college, you risked your life for him, and I let it go. But why are you still so hung up on him now?”

Clive froze in the hallway.

Bianca’s words hit him hard, reminding him all over again just how much he owed Kristen for what happened back then.