Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 497

“Anything weird lately?” Donna thought for a moment. “Honestly, Penny’s been falling asleep earlier and sleeping way better. Not so many nightmares at night. Didn’t expect that calming sachet Kristen made to actually work, but who knows what she put in it. Wouldn’t surprise me if there was something shady mixed in!”

That last part was Donna just venting about Kristen like usual. No matter how bold or heartless Kristen could be, Donna didn’t really believe she’d hurt a kid like Penny—especially when Penny practically worshipped her.

Amelia, though, started to feel uneasy.

She got serious. “Donna, can you bring me one of those sachets Kristen made for Penny tomorrow?”

“You think she really put something in it?” Donna’s voice tightened.

“I’ll have to check it myself to know for sure.”

“Should we tell Mr. Salmeron?” Donna blurted, then shook her head before Amelia could answer. “Forget it. Salmeron would just yell at me. He believes everything that woman says. Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to swap out Penny’s sachet tomorrow and bring it to you.”

“If that awful woman dares hurt Penny, I’ll tell Mrs. Salmeron and drag the whole family over there to deal with her!”

If Kristen had really done something to Penny, Donna wouldn’t wait for the Salmerons—she’d deal with Kristen herself.

Before hanging up, Donna gave Amelia a quick update on Clive.

“Mr. Salmeron called and said he’ll be back in the morning. Looks like he’s staying at the Watts’ place tonight…”

Amelia wasn’t surprised. Hank got taken away by the police tonight, of course Clive would be there for his precious Kristen.

Whatever those two were up to, Amelia just didn’t care anymore.

After hanging up, she opened her messages and scrolled until she found Ryan’s contact—his “Selfhelper” burner account was still in her friends list.

She sent him a quick message: [Sober yet?]

His reply came back almost immediately.

[Yeah.]

Amelia stared at the tiny word.

Could he be any less talkative?

But she thought about how Ryan had built a house at the rehab clinic that was a perfect replica of her old family home, and decided to send a real reply.

[Get some rest, okay? If you start feeling bad, let me know. I am a pretty good doctor.]

On the other side of town, the night wrapped around Sycamore Estate like black velvet.

Warm light filled the living room.

Ryan sat on the sofa, eyes on his phone, reading Amelia’s long message. A small smile tugged at his lips, the cold edge in his eyes fading just a little.

He could see her typing more.

“One message and you’re in such a good mood? Ms. Sadinton again?” A man’s gentle but slightly frail voice pulled Ryan out of his thoughts.

Ryan flipped his phone facedown and looked up. His expression didn’t change, but the air around him got sharp and cold.

His dark eyes sliced right at George, who sat across from him in a wheelchair.

George raised his brows, grinning and holding up his hands. “Relax. I’m just checking in as your big brother.”

Ryan wasn’t having any of it.

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