Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 564

Paxton wiped his hands and walked over, taking charge of George’s wheelchair.

You couldn’t see George’s eyes behind his sunglasses, but he turned his head slightly toward Amelia.

“Ms. Sadinton.” His lips tugged into a dry, almost teasing smile. “Thanks for looking after my brother tonight. Willow Manor’s worth a good look around—especially the third floor…”

He didn’t get to finish. Suddenly, something whizzed past from behind. Paxton’s arm shot up without thinking—a paring knife clipped his hand, leaving a thin scratch.

No one even noticed when Ryan came downstairs. He leaned lazily against the kitchen island, knives lined up beside him. He picked up a boning knife, his smile all sharp edges as he glanced at Paxton.

“Paxton, how many arms do you think you can spare?” Ryan’s tone was half-joking, half-threatening.

Paxton just pressed his lips together and said nothing.

George snorted. “Let’s go.”

When George’s wheelchair rolled out the door and it clicked shut behind him, Ryan tossed the knife back where it belonged. He looked up and saw Amelia standing in his kitchen, a pot of soup bubbling behind her on the stove.

For a second, the scene felt almost too peaceful to be real.

Ryan shifted, suddenly uneasy. He found himself thinking of Amelia’s old kitchen—how it was always bathed in warm yellow light, nothing like his place with its harsh, cold overheads. His kitchen looked more like something from a catalog, not a home. For once, he kind of regretted not listening to Nathan’s nagging about making the place feel less sterile.

If he’d known Amelia would ever stand here…

“You shouldn’t just stand there,” Amelia said, gentle but firm, eyes flicking to his injured leg. She walked right up to him.

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