Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 648

Ryan opened the car door for Amelia, his eyes scanning over the roof and catching a glimpse of a black SUV parked in the distance, just the edge of its headlights peeking out. His face didn’t give anything away as he looked back and got in the car.

Inside the SUV, Mrs. Packman slowly lowered her binoculars. Dr. Anderson sat quietly beside her.

She glanced at him, her voice cool and heavy with meaning. “So you’re telling me that brat hasn’t been cooperating with George’s treatment lately?”

Dr. Anderson answered carefully, “Mrs. Packman, it was Mr. Packman’s idea to slow things down. He’s also been taking the medicine Ms. Sadinton sent over.”

“Amelia’s medicine?” Mrs. Packman cut in, her tone sharp and dismissive. “Who does she think she is, acting like she can treat my son?”

“Ma’am, it’s what Mr. Packman wants—”

Mrs. Packman’s frown deepened. “George is being ridiculous. Of all times, he picks now to play games with them. When can you do the surgery?”

Dr. Anderson did some quick math. “At least another month of prep, based on his current condition. Then we can move forward with the full transfusion.” He watched her face, then added, “We’ve spent years experimenting with different meds to maximize compatibility between Ryan and Mr. Packman. I’m confident the surgery has a ninety-five percent success rate, and Mr. Packman should be fine.”

“Ninety-five?” she snapped, shooting him a glare. “I want my son a hundred percent safe.”

Dr. Anderson swallowed his real thoughts—no surgery is ever a hundred percent safe. He just forced a polite smile.

Mrs. Packman closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. “If you have to, get a hold of that Amelia woman,” she said quietly. “She’s the best way to keep Ryan on a leash.”

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Ryan dropped Amelia off at her family’s house.

“You want to come in for a bit?” Amelia asked.

Ryan smiled. “If I come in, I might never want to leave. I still have some work to finish up.” He reached out and touched her face, worry flickering in his eyes. She was still so thin. Her face fit perfectly in his palm.

“Eat more,” he said, serious. “Don’t get so busy with work that you forget to eat.”

She pressed her cheek against his cool hand and almost whined, half teasing, “Then you’ll have to cook for me more often. Keep an eye on me and make sure I actually eat.”

Amelia was starting to realize that with Ryan, the more she asked for, the more he’d give. And Ryan, he never said no to her.

“Alright,” he said.

But the most important thing…

Ryan’s vision blurred for a moment, everything doubling before his eyes. He gripped the steering wheel tighter.

He was running out of time.

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Amelia stayed in her study until it got dark. She’d turned the room into a little pharmacy and lab, poring over medical books until her eyes ached, her hands always busy.

Her phone rang, and she answered with a tired hand.

“Mommy,” Timmy’s bright voice came through. “We’re almost home!”

Amelia smiled. “Alright, I’ll be at the door waiting for you.”

She threw on a coat and went to the front door. After only a couple of minutes, Clive’s white Bentley rolled up.