Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 272

Donna couldn’t hide her disdain for Kristen.

But Kristen just smiled, cool as ever, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Donna, you might want to watch your attitude. Because if anyone gets kicked out of this house next, it won’t be me—it’ll be you.”

Donna actually laughed out loud, disbelief etched all over her face. She’d seen plenty of shameless people in her life, but none quite as bold as Kristen.

“Save it. Get out! You’re not welcome here!” Donna snapped, stepping forward to shove Kristen toward the door.

An old maid, daring to talk to her like that—unbelievable.

Kristen frowned, ready to push back, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Clive stumbling in from the backyard. He looked a mess, clutching a half-burned scarf in his hand.

A quick flash of cunning flickered in Kristen’s eyes.

She knew that scarf well. Back in college, Amelia had knit it for Clive herself. Kristen remembered once complaining about being cold, and Clive had wrapped that exact scarf around her neck without a second thought.

“Please, Donna, don’t hit me!” Kristen cried, backing away, her voice trembling with just the right amount of fear. “I was only worried about Salmeron’s stomach. I brought him some pumpkin and yam porridge. Please don’t be angry, I’ll leave right now.”

Donna hesitated for a second, not quite sure what Kristen was up to, but her face quickly turned ugly again.

“Take your nasty porridge and get out! Seriously, you have no shame—showing up in the middle of the night to bring soup to a married man!” Donna barked, giving Kristen a shove. She didn’t use much force, but Kristen went down like she’d been shot, the thermos slipping from her hands. Hot soup spilled over her thigh.

Kristen wailed in pain.

“Ow! That’s hot!”

Donna wasn’t having it. “Quit the act! You homewrecker—you’re the reason Madam wants a divorce. And you still dare to show your face here?”

She rolled up her sleeves, ready to drag Kristen out by force.

But before Donna could touch her, a cold, furious voice cut through the air.

“Donna. Stop.”

Donna whirled around and saw Clive striding toward them, his face like thunder.

“Salmeron, she—Ah!” Before she could finish, Clive shoved her to the ground. Donna’s back twisted painfully, making her legs go weak. She couldn’t even get up or find the words to answer.

Clive stepped forward and scooped Kristen into his arms, the burned scarf dropping to the floor.

He shot Donna a frosty glare. “You’ve been working for the Salmerons so long, you think you run this house?”

Donna had always been on Amelia’s side, constantly making Kristen’s life hell. Clive had seen it all. Now even the old maid thought she could do whatever she wanted.

As if Amelia wasn’t the one who insisted on the divorce.

Clive was already in a foul mood tonight. Now he’d finally snapped.

“Clean up this mess,” he ordered. “And if you ever try to stop Kristen from coming in again, start packing. Not even the old lady can save your job then.” Without another word, he carried Kristen upstairs.

Kristen leaned against Clive’s shoulder, shooting Donna—still stuck on the floor—a smug, victorious smile.

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