Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 617

Clive was halfway out the door when, for reasons he couldn’t quite explain, he stopped and turned back toward his grandmother’s cottage.

Out front, Tara was sitting with Mrs. Salmeron, keeping her company. The old lady rocked gently in her chair, eyes closed, chatting with Tara in the soft evening breeze. Ever since Clive and Amelia’s divorce became final, Mrs. Salmeron had split up her company shares among her children and grandchildren. She’d stepped back from business entirely. Though she still lived on the estate, she refused to eat meals with Bailey’s family and told everyone to leave her in peace.

Only Penny and Timmy were allowed to come and go as they pleased.

Clive stood outside the gate, not sure if he should go in or not.

Just then, he heard Tara’s worried voice. “Ma’am, is your headache acting up again? Actually, Miss Amelia sent over some medicine yesterday. I had the kitchen make it, and once it cools down a bit, I’ll bring it right over.”

Clive paused, caught off guard. He hadn’t realized Amelia was still sending medicine to his grandmother.

“All these years, only the medicine Amelia brings me actually helps,” Mrs. Salmeron sighed, her eyes glistening with tears. “She’s such a good kid. For every little bit of kindness I showed her, she gave back so much more. She always adjusts the formula just for me—I can’t imagine how much time that takes. You can’t buy that kind of care, no matter how much money you have. It’s a shame, really. Clive was too foolish to appreciate her.”

Clive didn’t stick around to hear the rest. He turned away, feeling lost, and started walking. He and Amelia had walked this path together so many times. He’d always walked too fast, forcing her to hurry after him.

He could still remember the faint scent of medicine that always lingered on her whenever she visited his grandmother. Back then, he’d hated that smell.

Now he finally understood—that scent he’d disliked was the proof of her care, the way she poured her heart into helping him and his family, day after day.

He was the one who never valued it.

Suddenly, a sharp pain stabbed through his stomach.

Clive doubled over, clutching his side, and dropped to one knee. For a second, through the haze, he thought he could see Amelia running toward him, her face full of worry.

“Amelia…” he whispered, reaching out and grabbing onto the person coming over.

“Oh, by the way, Daddy, someone with a weird number keeps calling me. But I did what you said and never answered.”

Clive didn’t need to think twice—he knew it had to be Kristen.

“You’re such a good girl,” he said gently, though his eyes had turned cold. If he didn’t deal with that woman soon, she was going to keep bothering Penny.

“Penny, Aunt Kristen went to work overseas. She won’t be back for a couple of years,” Clive told her, trying to get ahead of the situation. Penny was still young. In a couple of years, she’d barely remember Kristen, and it would be easier for her to move on.

“Oh,” Penny replied, sounding a little sad. “But Momma Kristen said…”

“She said what?”