Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 563

Ryan watched him, amused, the corners of his mouth twitching up as he took in the man’s stiff, anxious face.

“He wouldn’t dare.”

Ryan wasn’t afraid to die, but George? George was way too fond of his own life.

“Go on,” Ryan said gently, letting go of her hand. “Let Mr. Ye handle the chopping and washing.”

Reluctant, Amelia finally left, glancing back over her shoulder with every step.

Now it was just Ryan and George, the two brothers alone in the room. The easy, harmless smile vanished from Ryan’s face. His eyes turned cold as he quietly pulled the monitoring tubes off his arm.

George grinned. “I’m such a considerate brother, aren’t I? I brought the girl you’re obsessed with right to you. If you want her to stay, I can make sure she never leaves Wisteria Manor.”

Ryan lowered his head, fastening his shirt buttons one by one with those elegant fingers. He looked up at George.

“Come closer if you want to talk. My hearing’s shot from that explosion on the mountain—I can’t hear you from over there.”

George rolled his wheelchair to the edge of the bed, but before he could get a word out, Ryan’s left leg shot out fast and hard, catching George off guard.

His right leg was still out of commission, but even with his left, the kick was strong enough to knock George and his wheelchair over with a loud thud.

Ryan didn’t worry about Amelia hearing anything—Wisteria Manor’s walls and doors were thick. No sound was getting through.

Without a word, Ryan slid off the bed, crossed the room, grabbed George by the collar, and punched him hard in the face.

“I told you—don’t mess with her.”

His handsome face was all shadows, every word sharp and deadly, the kind of threat that made your bones ache.

“If you touch her again, George—” Ryan yanked him closer, eyes wild, voice rough. “Try it, and we both die.”

Blood seeped from the wound on Ryan’s arm, dark red trickling down his hand and smearing onto the crisp collar of George’s pricey suit.

George started clapping, slow and mocking.

“Never thought the Packman family would have a romantic like you.” He nodded at one of the guards, who tossed a bottle of pills to Ryan.

Ryan caught it without looking.

“Dr. Phil will come by for your bloodwork, so you’ll need a higher dose,” George said, almost like he pitied him. “I’ll pray you live long enough for Amelia to fall for you.”

Down in the kitchen, Amelia had just finished blanching the ribs and dropped them into the pot to simmer.

She turned at the noise and saw George rolling out in his wheelchair.

This time, he was wearing sunglasses, but they couldn’t hide the bruise at the corner of his mouth or the blood splattered across his once-perfect suit.

It was obvious he’d just been on the receiving end of a serious beating.