Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 451

Clive’s memories drifted back to a time when he was desperately ill, searching for anyone who could help. Someone sent him to the Sadinton family’s clinic—a creaky old house, more relic than business, where the pharmacy shared space with the exam room.

They hadn’t even had money for a single assistant. Mr. Sadinton did everything himself, mixing herbs, seeing patients, preparing medicines. And then there was Amelia.

She was just twelve then. Clive realized, with a pang, that he hadn’t thought about that girl in ages.

Now, as he looked across the crowded room, his eyes found the woman standing beside Mr. Baker. Every person there was watching her.

She looked completely at ease, calm and self-possessed—so unlike the Amelia in his memories. That Amelia would linger in the corner, smiling shyly at him, quietly cheering him on, her presence barely noticed by anyone else.

Clive swallowed, his throat tight.

Back then, Amelia had given up everything for him. She was the silent support behind his every step, his unseen champion.

But now, under the weight of everyone’s attention, Amelia lifted her chin and spoke, her voice clear and steady.

“Thank you, Grandpa Baker, for your kindness. It’s wonderful to meet all of you. My name is Amelia. If you trace my family roots, I come from the Sadinton family of Kinsley Hall. Forty years ago, we moved here to Alson Creek.”

Amelia had always heard stories as a child—how her family once lived in Kinsley Hall. But after her grandmother fell ill, her grandfather packed up and left that old life behind, moving them all to Alson Creek for something quieter.

The mention of the Sadinton family from Kinsley Hall hit the room like a lightning bolt. The younger guests just looked confused, but the older ones exchanged glances, their faces shifting with recognition.

“Isn’t that the Sadinton family that used to be the top family in the South? Generations of scholars and doctors. A real dynasty. But then something happened. The head of the family sold everything, left Kinsley Hall, and they just disappeared.”

Hank’s eyes darted sideways, cold and accusing, landing on Amelia.

“Mr. Baker, there’s something I think you should know.” Hank’s voice dropped, heavy and serious. “I’ve spent most of these years away, working on my business. I only just came back to Alson Creek to settle down. Recently, I heard a ridiculous rumor—someone pretending to be my biological daughter and using my name to trick people. I’ve been trying to find this imposter. Who would have thought she’d show up right here, at your party?”

He sounded so outraged, his meaning couldn’t have been clearer. He was calling Amelia a fake, right to her face.

“Twenty-seven years ago, I married Norma, the only daughter of the Sadinton family. When Norma passed away, I remarried six months later. But in my whole life, I’ve only had one precious daughter, and that’s Kristen. Today, with everyone here as witnesses, I just want to remind you—don’t let yourselves be fooled by people who will say or do anything to get what they want.”

A chill ran through Amelia. It wasn’t anger—it was disappointment so deep it felt like she’d gone numb.

She’d imagined this reunion with her father a thousand times—wondered if he’d be ashamed, maybe feel guilty, or at least try to avoid her. But in the end, she realized she’d given him way too much credit.