Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 602

Dr. Donald didn’t say a word.

But when Amelia looked at him, eyes full of desperate hope, he finally nodded. Just once, slow and heavy.

Amelia felt like every drop of blood in her body had turned to ice. She closed her eyes, let go of the car door, and tried her best to keep it together. “I understand. Thank you, Dr. Donald.”

She wasn’t sure how she made it back into her car. Everything felt numb as she buckled her seatbelt.

She’d always wondered how she’d survived—she’d searched for some explanation but never found one. In the end, all she could do was call it a medical miracle. Stuff like that happened, right? Once or twice, at least.

But it wasn’t fate or some higher power looking out for her.

It was Ryan.

He’d been the one saving her, protecting her, from the very beginning.

Princess, you don’t know a thing about me.

She could almost hear his voice, calm and teasing, echoing in her ears.

He’d given her everything, never asking for anything in return.

He hadn’t even wanted her to know.

Amelia pressed her forehead to the steering wheel, and suddenly her chest ached so badly she could barely breathe.

Back at Sycamore Estate, the bedroom was dark. No lights, curtains drawn, just a sliver of moonlight sneaking in through the crack of the terrace door.

It was the only light in the room.

Ryan lay on the bed, staring at that single stripe of moonlight, watching dust swirl through its glow.

He closed his eyes, drifting in and out of sleep, trapped in a nightmare.

Everything was white and silent. Amelia was lying there like a fairy-tale princess on a velvet bed. Then, out of nowhere, blood started to pool beneath her, soaking the sheets, spreading across the floor, crawling toward his feet, staining his hands...

Ryan snapped awake.

The moonlight was still there, undisturbed. The night outside was even darker.

Suddenly, his phone rang, the sound cutting through the quiet like a knife.

He glanced at the screen. For a second, he wondered if he was still dreaming.

He answered. “Amelia?”

On the other end, her voice was shaky. “Open the door.”

“What?” he blurted, confused.

But only for a second. “Hang on. I’m coming.”

He rushed downstairs, flung open the door, and there she was—Amelia, standing at the bottom of the steps. Her clothes were a mess, her face streaked with dirt, looking like she’d just tumbled out of a storm.

He saw the tears swimming in her eyes and his face turned stormy. He grabbed the baseball bat by the door, ready for a fight. “Who did this to you—”

She reached out with a shaking hand, touching his face, as if she could read all the pain and sacrifice written under his skin.

“How could you be so ridiculous? If I’d never found out, would you have just kept it to yourself forever?”

“Saving you was my choice, not a way to make you fall for me.” Ryan’s deep, dark eyes locked on hers. He never hid anything from her. “Besides, I always figured you’d love me sooner or later. It’s just a matter of time.”

When it looked like she might start crying again, he arched an eyebrow and tried to lighten the mood. “Princess, if you keep clinging to me like this, I’m going to start thinking you actually like me.”

Before she could answer, he gently set his hands on her shoulders and eased her away.

He wasn’t ready to hear the answer just yet.

“So, what happened to you?” he asked, nodding at her dirty clothes.

Amelia sighed. “My car broke down about half a mile from here. I ran the rest of the way. There are hardly any streetlights, and I was in a hurry, so I fell. But I’m fine.”

Ryan just stared at her, speechless.

He led her to the couch, handed her a glass of water, and made a quick call to get her a clean set of clothes.

Once he hung up, he sat down beside her.

“Oh, and about George,” Amelia said suddenly, eyes sparkling in the lamplight. “I talked to him. He’s going to start the medicine I made tomorrow. Give it three weeks, tops, and I’ll know exactly what works for you. After that, you’ll never have to be his blood donor again.”

Her eyes were so bright, fixed on him like he was the only thing in the world.

Ryan swallowed, and then, almost without thinking, he leaned closer, bracing one hand on the couch, closing the space between them…