Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 568

Ryan stared at her for a long time, his lips drained of color, barely managing a weak, ghost of a smile.

“Okay,” he said quietly.

He looked every inch the handsome, powerful man—the kind of guy who seemed like he could control everything around him. But watching him now, Amelia just felt a deep ache in her chest.

How could someone so strong seem so heartbreakingly lonely?

How did he make it through all these years, bearing it all alone?

She wanted to ask Ryan what his life had really been like, growing up the way he had. But when she met his eyes, the words just wouldn’t come. The pain was too much.

He was the type who’d never admit he was hurting.

Outside, Amelia spotted Nathan leaning against a flashy red sports car, waiting for her.

He flashed her a grin and opened the door like a perfect gentleman.

“Where to, Amelia?”

She thought about it, then gave him the hospital’s address. Timmy would be coming tomorrow and she needed to be ready.

Before getting in, Amelia glanced back. The estate stretched out beneath the night sky, shadows swallowing everything in darkness. The main house stood out in sharp relief, while the rest of the buildings faded into jagged outlines—like sleeping beasts waiting in the dark.

Nathan put the car’s roof up as they started off. Out of nowhere, he let out a soft laugh. “You know, this is the quietest night I’ve ever spent at Ryan’s place.”

Amelia looked over, confused.

Nathan’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. He let out a long sigh. “Ryan’s insomnia is pretty bad. Funny thing is, the noisier the place, the better he sleeps. I used to bring a crowd over and throw parties. We’d go wild, and he’d just find a corner, pull his cap down, and actually get some rest.”

Amelia frowned. “How long has he been like this?”

Nathan shrugged. “I met Ryan four years ago, when we were both overseas. Even back then, he needed medication to sleep. The doses kept going up, but after a while, nothing worked anymore.”

Amelia didn’t say anything.

Years of terrible sleep, and he still had to be George’s blood donor. It was a miracle Ryan was even still alive.

“Do you know why this place is called Wutong Garden?” Nathan’s voice sounded frustrated. “George picked the name himself. He said something about ‘phoenixes nesting among wutong trees.’ It was just a way to mock Ryan for being an illegitimate son—to remind everyone that the guy living here is just a fake, not the real thing.”

He hung up and called Francisco. “Meet me at the secret exit.”

Ryan headed to the walk-in closet and slipped off his jacket. The wound on his side had split open, staining the gauze and his shirt with fresh blood. He changed into a black shirt and threw on a clean jacket.

He left the closet, pressed a hidden panel on the wall. A secret door slid open, revealing another locked door behind it. After a quick scan of his identity, the second door opened with a faint click. Ryan slipped through. Both doors sealed behind him, blending into the wall like nothing had happened.

That night, Amelia tossed and turned for ages before she finally drifted off.

She kept thinking about Ryan’s erratic pulse, running through all the ways she could help get him back on his feet.

His body wasn’t past saving. If she started now, she might be able to nurse him back to health.

If only Grandpa Tony were lucid—he was the one who’d taught her everything about medicine, the one who’d studied every ancient text. Maybe he’d have a cure.

Eventually, Amelia fell asleep, her thoughts still swirling.

The next morning, a little after eight, Donna showed up at the hospital with a big bag slung over her shoulder, breakfast in one hand and Timmy’s tiny hand in the other.