Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 585

The photo was old, sealed under a protective layer, but the woman in it still looked vivid and clear. Amelia didn’t recognize her right away. She flipped it over and saw handwriting on the back.

Her grandfather’s bold script was impossible to mistake. It said: To my dearest, Yinong.

Her grandmother’s name—Yinong Qiu.

Amelia left the lab and headed to the hospital room. The air was heavy with that faint disinfectant smell, and the floor still showed streaks from a recent mopping.

She saw her grandfather’s pants had been changed. She knew immediately what that meant, and her heart clenched.

He was too sick now to care for himself.

If he were in his right mind, she knew he never would have let it get to this point. He was always so proud, never wanting to rely on anyone for anything, and now even his dignity was slipping away.

“Grandpa.” Amelia walked over and gently pried open his thin, frail hand, placing the photo of her grandmother—young and radiant—into his palm.

Tony kept staring out the window, silent and still.

Amelia sat with him for a while, wordless, then wiped the corner of her eye and slipped out quietly.

Not long after the door closed, Tony slowly moved. His gaze fell to the photo in his hand.

A faint spark lit up in his cloudy eyes.

“Yinong…” His old, trembling fingers traced the image of his wife, still so beautiful. Tears slipped down his cheeks. “Yinong, I’m running out of time… When are you coming back?”

***

At Sycamore Estate, the living room felt like it was holding its breath.

Across from Ryan sat Mrs. Packman, the current head of the family, and George’s mother. She was the picture of elegance, but her eyes were ice-cold as she looked at Ryan, making no attempt to hide the disgust there.

That face—so striking, almost unreal—always made her think of that woman. The one stain on her perfect, noble life.

She adjusted her hair, then shot a glance at Dr. Aagard, who stepped forward and opened the small case he’d brought, setting it in front of Ryan.

Inside were three bottles of new medication.

“Good timing. I could use the boost. Thanks, Mrs. Packman.”

She gave him a tight, fake smile. “Don’t thank me. When you’re healthy, my son will be healthy.”

With that, she stood and left the room.

Outside, a line of black sedans waited. She got into the center car, Dr. Aagard climbing in beside her.

She looked out the window at Sycamore Estate, her expression full of disgust.

“George is just too soft. I told him from the start—he should’ve kept Ryan locked up in the hospital, used his blood for the medicine, let you keep experimenting until you found a permanent cure. But he actually agreed to negotiate with that—”

She narrowed her eyes at Ryan’s retreating figure, searching for the right word.

“That cheap, dirty thing. Such a waste of time.”

Dr. Aagard kept his mouth shut, not daring to argue. But he knew the truth—George Packman was even colder and sharper than his mother. The only reason Ryan wasn’t still locked up was simple. They couldn’t keep him there.