Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 599

“Get out!” Clive’s fist landed squarely on Cameron’s face.

They were about to come to blows, and a nurse passing by panicked, rushing off to find security.

“Kristen, answer me!” Clive’s voice echoed down the hallway, sharp and furious.

Kristen searched his face for any hint of warmth, but there was nothing. In that moment, he truly hated her.

“Clive, I didn’t mean to lie to you. I just— I love you so much. I couldn’t take you rejecting me again…” Big tears spilled down her cheeks, as if she could cry her way back into his arms.

But Clive only stared at her, cold and unmoved.

“You’re such a liar. You disgust me.” His jaw was tight, every word bitten out. “Next time you want to throw your life away, do it far away from me.”

He turned to go.

“Clive!” Kristen ran after him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind, sobbing. “Please don’t go. I love you, I really do. We’re engaged—”

“I’ll let everyone know the engagement is off.” Clive pried her hands loose, looking at her like she was something he couldn’t stand to touch.

“No, please, don’t!” Kristen tried to hold on, but Clive shoved her away.

Michael arrived just in time with security. The guards were all geared up, shields and batons at the ready, eyes locked on Clive.

Michael jumped in quickly. “He’s my friend, it’s just a misunderstanding. I’ll get him out of here right now.”

He dragged Clive toward the elevator. As the doors slid shut, Michael caught a glimpse of Cameron picking up a tear-streaked Kristen.

Michael’s thoughts were a tangled mess.

So Cameron really does care about Kristen…

He hesitated, debating whether to tell Clive that Amelia was actually RH-negative, not Kristen. But seeing the storm brewing on Clive’s face, he kept quiet.

Besides, what difference would it make now? Even if Clive found out Amelia was the one who gave him blood back then, there was no going back.

Some things just can’t be changed.

The elevator doors opened on the main floor.

Clive marched out, but stopped short after a few steps. By the payment counter, he saw Amelia.

She wore a plain blouse and a long, strappy dress, standing quietly, but somehow still drawing every eye in the room.

Clive wanted to call out, but the words stuck in his throat, bitter and heavy.

Amelia was chatting softly with Belle, not noticing Clive at all. Belle, though, nudged her and shot her a look.

Amelia followed Belle’s gaze and saw Clive.

Belle smiled, “Amelia, thanks so much for today. You should head home. Don’t let anything gross stick to you.”

“What about you?” Amelia asked.

“Don’t worry, my whole family’s here. What’s he going to do?” Belle smirked, covering her mouth. “Besides, my boss is Ryan. If Clive has a problem, he can take it up with Mr. Packman.”

Amelia couldn’t help smiling. “Okay, Belle, I’ll head out. If you need me, just call.”

“Will do. Get home safe.”

Amelia headed for the exit, but Belle stepped right in Clive’s way.

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