Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 479

Alexandra pulled out a ruby the size of a pigeon’s egg—something she’d kept hidden for years—and handed it to Kristen as a welcome gift.

Kristen stared at the sparkling gem, speechless. “Mrs. Stewart, this is way too much.”

Alexandra just laughed. “Oh, Kristen, you’re the real treasure here! When you and Clive get married, I want you to wear this. It’s been in my family forever, and now it’s yours.”

“Thank you so much, Mrs. Stewart,” Kristen said, looking a little overwhelmed.

Everyone was relaxed and happy, chatting and laughing. They hadn’t even started eating, but they were already talking wedding dates.

Clive sat quietly nearby, watching his mom shower Kristen with affection. He couldn’t help but think of Amelia.

The difference was so obvious it hurt.

His mother had never shown Amelia even a hint of kindness, let alone the warmth she showed Kristen now.

For years, he’d refused to admit how badly his family had treated Amelia. But now he saw it clearly—“treated badly” didn’t even cover it. It bordered on cruelty.

A wave of restless frustration washed over him, and right then, his phone lit up with a call from Aiden.

It felt like a lifeline. Clive stood, clutching his phone, and apologized, “Sorry, everyone. I need to take this work call. Please, carry on.”

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The Ivy, private dining room.

Amelia knocked, and before she could wonder if anyone heard, Susie opened the door, smiling like she’d been waiting for her.

As soon as Amelia walked in, the lively conversation died down. All eyes turned her way.

At the head of the table sat Mrs. Borgen and Dr. Borgen. Dr. Wade was there too.

Amelia gave them a polite nod. “Good evening, Dr. Borgen, Mrs. Borgen, Dr. Wade.”

Dr. Borgen frowned. “What are you doing here? Who told you where to find us?”

Amelia didn’t get a chance to answer. Dr. Borgen’s gaze had already zeroed in on Greg.

“Greg! Was it you? You little traitor!” he barked.

Greg almost choked on his food, scrambling to explain, but before he could say anything, Susie clamped a hand over his mouth.

“Amelia,” Mrs. Borgen called out, just as Amelia reached the door. “You’re here, so stay for dinner. And thank you for remembering how much I love pearls.”

Amelia turned back, hesitating, her eyes flicking to Dr. Borgen for approval.

Dr. Borgen tried to sound indifferent. “Just this once, for the birthday girl.”

Amelia’s face lit up with a real smile. “Thank you, Dr. Borgen.”

She was about to sit down when Dr. Borgen seemed to remember something.

“Wait,” he said. “Could you go downstairs and bring up a guest for me? He doesn’t know which room we’re in.”

“Who is it? Do I know him?”

Dr. Borgen’s tone was sly. “You know him better than anyone. Go on.”

Amelia figured it was probably one of Dr. Borgen’s past students—someone here for the birthday dinner. She didn’t think much of it and headed out.

As soon as she left, Mrs. Borgen nudged her husband, shooting him a playful glare. She whispered, “Really, Jared? You know Amelia and Ryan never got along. Why would you ask her to go meet him?”