Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 441

Mr. Baker’s study was set apart from the main house, tucked away in a quiet bamboo grove behind the estate. The place felt peaceful and a little hidden, with hills in the distance and a sparkling lake nearby.

Felix walked ahead, hands in his pockets, leading the way. When they reached the door, he stopped and didn’t go in first.

“Grandpa, Hank and Ms. Watts are here,” he called.

“Let them in, quick!” Mr. Baker’s voice boomed from inside, so deep and commanding that it made everyone straighten up automatically. But this time, you could hear the excitement underneath.

Felix gestured for the others to go in, then turned like he was planning to slip away.

But Mr. Baker was faster. “Hey, you too, Felix. Don’t think you’re off the hook.”

Felix paused mid-turn, looking a little put out, but he just raised an eyebrow and stepped into the study.

The room itself wasn’t fancy, but Hank, who’d been around antiques forever, could tell at a glance that the shelves were lined with rare, priceless books—each one a real find.

Mr. Baker was already waiting for them, sitting at a low tea table, a light blanket over his legs. If you looked closer, you’d see he wasn’t in an ordinary chair but a specially made wheelchair.

Hank’s gaze lingered for a moment. “Mr. Baker, your legs…”

Mr. Baker waved him off. “Got a couple bullet fragments in there when I was young. Never had them all taken out. Then after years of running around, climbing mountains and getting into trouble, my legs finally had enough. Now they hurt too much to walk, so the chair’s my new companion.”

“Grandpa Baker, that must be really painful, right?” Kristen asked softly, her face full of genuine concern.

Felix, already by his grandfather’s side, shot her a quick look, but didn’t say a word.

Mr. Baker turned his eyes to Kristen, and you could see how moved he was. He even looked a little teary for a second.

“And you are…?”

Hank answered calmly, “Mr. Baker, I’m the only son in my family, and Kristen’s my only daughter. She’s officially a Watts now, part of our family. Kristen, do you remember meeting Grandpa Baker when you were little?”

Mr. Baker seemed a little disappointed at the mention of her surname, but he didn’t say anything about it. He just looked at Kristen with warmth as she came closer.

Kristen gave him a gentle, sweet smile.

She knelt down next to his wheelchair. “Grandpa, I actually know a bit about massage. I could help with your legs sometimes if you’d let me. Maybe it would help you feel better.”

“This… This is Flying Phoenix!”

Felix hurried over to help hold the box steady for his grandfather. Mr. Baker wiped his hands, then carefully lifted the bronze artifact out, treating it like it was something delicate and precious.

You could tell right away that this gift hit home for Mr. Baker.

Kristen felt a surge of pride.

Hank jumped in, “Mr. Baker, Kristen really went all out to find this for you. She visited just about every antique shop around.”

But as Mr. Baker looked over the piece, turning it in his hands, his smile faded a little.

He glanced at Hank, then back at Kristen. “You say you found this after looking everywhere?”

Kristen paused, not quite sure what he meant. Maybe he thought she’d tried too hard to impress him and wasn’t being sincere.

She answered smoothly, “With things like this, it’s all about fate, really. I’ve always liked antiques, so I didn’t exactly search for it. I just happened to find it and thought you’d love it, Grandpa.”