Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 470

Clive walked into the kids’ room, and right away, a familiar scent drifted over to him. He spotted an aroma diffuser on Penny’s nightstand. She was already out cold, fast asleep.

Timmy, still holding his book, was stifling a yawn. “Dad, you’re home.”

Clive smiled at him. “Yeah. Did Aunt Kristen bring that diffuser?”

“Yeah,” Timmy said, rubbing his eyes. “She said Penny’s been having nightmares, and this would help her sleep. Seems like it’s working.”

Clive glanced at Penny, and sure enough, she was sleeping deeply, looking completely peaceful. That scent brought back a memory—waking up in Kristen’s hospital room, breathing in the same soft fragrance.

He turned to Timmy and asked quietly, “Did you talk to your mom tonight?”

Timmy shook his head. “Not yet. But she always sends me a goodnight text.”

Clive hesitated, then said, “It’s getting late. Why don’t you give her a call? Just check if she’s home.”

Amelia never answered when Clive called, but she always picked up for Timmy.

Timmy didn’t think much of it; he just assumed his dad was worried about Mom. He grabbed his little phone and dialed her number.

It only rang twice before Amelia answered, her voice warm and gentle. “Hi, Timmy.”

“Mom, are you home yet?”

“I’m still on my way, sweetheart.”

Clive stood nearby, listening in. So, she was still out. Was Ryan with her? Were they heading to her place together tonight?

“I’m super tired, Mom,” Timmy said, yawning hard. “Just wanted to say goodnight early.”

“Goodnight, baby. I’ll see you on Saturday.”

“Okay.”

Timmy was about to hang up, but Clive gently took the phone from him and walked over to the window.

At first, he just saw Kristen lying on the bed. Then he noticed something in her hand. A sudden dread hit him. He rushed over, grabbed her hand, and found an empty bottle of sleeping pills.

Kristen’s head was slumped to the side, foam at the corner of her mouth.

“Kristen!” Panic surged through Clive as he slapped her cheeks, trying to wake her up. In her other hand, she was clutching a photo—the old picture of him and Amelia from years ago, the one he’d brought home from the restaurant.

His heart dropped.

She’d done this because of that photo.

Clive scooped Kristen up and rushed downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs, he nearly ran into Donna, who was sneaking out for a drink of water.

“Donna, open the door! Kristen took a whole bottle of sleeping pills!” he yelled, voice shaking.

Donna almost spat out her water in shock. “Clive, are you sure? What if it was just melatonin?”