Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 601

“I’ll need you to make two batches of the medicine, Ms. Sadinton. I trust you, but I still want it tested.”

“Of course.” Amelia had expected this. George was suspicious by nature—nothing about this surprised her.

George held out his hand. “Looking forward to working with you.”

Amelia didn’t take it. George didn’t seem to mind. He just pressed a button on his wheelchair, and right away, the door opened. Paxton walked in, with Francisco right behind. Francisco slipped over to Amelia’s side, quiet and watchful.

Paxton started wheeling George out, but at the doorway, George paused.

“Ms. Sadinton.” He glanced back at her, eyes sharp with meaning. “Just so you know—I wasn’t the first one who survived by using Ryan as a blood bag. But thanks to that person, I learned that Ryan’s blood is more than just blood. It’s life itself.”

Amelia froze, frowning. “What are you trying to say?”

George didn’t answer. He just let out a low, humorless chuckle and nodded for Paxton to push him away.

Francisco tried to reassure her. “Don’t take him seriously, Ms. Sadinton. His body’s broken and his mind’s not much better. He probably just wanted to mess with you.”

Amelia managed a small, grateful smile.

“Thank you for today, Francisco. I’m heading out.”

He walked Amelia to the door, waited until she left, and then called Ryan.

“Mr. Packman, Ms. Sadinton’s gone. I kept an eye on George, and he didn’t try anything.”

“Okay.”

Francisco hesitated. “Are you okay, Mr. Packman?” He couldn’t help asking.

He’d always known George was trouble, but as much as he lied, there was always a sliver of truth in his words—especially now, when George had nothing left to lose.

After a pause, Francisco said quietly, “Before he left, George mentioned that before him, you used your own blood to save someone else.”

Ryan didn’t respond. He just hung up.

Right now, Amelia didn’t care to correct him about the “Mrs.” or remind him that she and Clive were no longer married. Her tone was serious. “Do you have a few minutes? There’s something I need to ask you.”

Dr. Donald’s eyes darted around, uneasy. “Mrs. Salmeron, I’m actually in a hurry—maybe another day…”

He reached for his car door, but Amelia pressed her hand against it, stopping him.

“Dr. Donald, I know someone asked you to keep quiet. But I promise, no one has to know I spoke to you tonight.”

“Please, Mrs. Salmeron, don’t put me in a tough spot…”

“As your patient, I have a right to know what happened to me while I was here. If you refuse to answer, I’ll have to file a complaint.” Amelia’s voice softened as she looked at him, pleading. “Just tell me one thing. Was it Ryan… was he the one who brought me back?”

Dr. Donald said nothing at first.

But under Amelia’s searching, desperate gaze, he finally gave her a small, reluctant nod.