Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 440

Ryan would totally make fun of him for talking like that.

Amelia had no idea what was going on in Nathan’s head and could only shake her head in disbelief.

Seriously, what kind of weird metaphor was that?

All she knew was that Nathan’s older brother Aaron was the real deal—rich, powerful, born with a silver spoon. Guys like him were way out of her league.

Before dinner started, guests were gathering in the front hall. Everyone there was someone important, and even if people barely knew each other, they all wore the same fake, overly friendly smiles.

Nathan was the center of attention, of course, and people kept coming over to chat and toast with him.

Amelia knew how to read the room and quietly moved into a corner.

Suddenly, the entrance got noisy.

Another group walked in. Amelia glanced over, and her grip on her wine glass tightened.

She saw Kristen and Clive.

They were dressed to match—Kristen in a shimmering embroidered dress, her hair styled into a soft, elegant low bun, looking like she’d stepped right out of an old painting.

Clive wore a modern suit with the same cloud pattern as Kristen’s dress embroidered on the lapel. He was good-looking, gentle-eyed, and honestly, the outfit suited him perfectly.

But what made Amelia’s heart stop was the couple who walked in behind them—Hank and Bianca.

Her eyes locked on Hank.

Twenty years.

After all this time, she was finally seeing the “dad” who’d abandoned her and her mom, stolen everything that wasn’t his, and never once looked back.

He didn’t look much different from what she remembered. Money and status really did keep a man young.

Hank was decked out in an expensive suit, looking every bit the gentleman—polished, even handsome.

Yeah, he still had the nerve to look handsome at his age, living well while her mom had been in the ground for years.

Hatred burned in Amelia’s chest, so sharp it pricked at her eyes.

In the crowd, Hank seemed to sense something. He looked around, spotted her, and their eyes met. He stiffened for a second, then coldly looked away, pretending the daughter he hadn’t seen in twenty years didn’t even exist. Instead, he reached out and gently tidied Kristen’s hair, acting every bit the doting father.

“Staring at your ex like that, Ms. Sadinton—you’re clearly not over Clive.” A man’s low, playful voice pulled her back to reality.

Amelia blinked and looked up. Felix was right in front of her.

He was the Baker family’s eldest grandson, so of course he’d be at his grandfather’s birthday party.

He clearly thought she was watching Clive.

“Wow, you’re about to cry,” Felix said, narrowing his eyes when he noticed hers were red.

Honestly, she looked even prettier with tears in her eyes.

He glanced at Clive, his eyes cool and unreadable.

No one needed to introduce Kristen and Clive.

Mr. Russell started to introduce Hank, “This is—”

“Hank, I know,” Felix said smoothly, offering his hand. “Grandfather said you’d arrived. He asked me to take you and Ms. Watts to his study.”

Felix kept his voice low, but everyone nearby was listening in.

Anyone Mr. Baker wanted to meet privately before the party… The glances around them were suddenly even more flattering, even more curious.

Kristen basked in the attention, holding herself with perfect poise and a graceful, practiced smile.

“Clive, I’m going to see Grandpa Baker with Dad first,” she said sweetly, her voice soft as she straightened Clive’s jacket. “Don’t drink too much tonight, okay? Your stomach’s sensitive.”

Clive’s eyes were gentle, almost syrupy. “I won’t. Go on, don’t keep Mr. Baker waiting.”

They looked so perfectly in love.

Felix glanced in Amelia’s direction, but she was gone.

He raised his eyebrows, thinking of the way her eyes had been red just now.

She was probably off somewhere, hiding and crying her eyes out.