Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 37

These three drugs Kristen claimed to have “developed” were nothing but Amelia’s stolen work—with new names slapped on the bottles, that’s all. Every single one targeted heart and cerebrovascular diseases, and Amelia had mapped out their development five years ago. She’d planned to dive into the research as soon as she gave birth. She never could’ve predicted that a traumatic delivery would leave her trapped in a coma, cut off from her life and her dreams.

But how on earth did Kristen get her hands on those files?

Nobody outside the company even knew about those projects. Amelia kept them under lock and key, tucked away on her work laptop, encrypted and password-protected. The only person who knew the password—besides herself—was Clive.

Her phone slid out of her hand and landed on the sofa with a soft thump.

She squeezed her eyes shut, her chest aching with a bitterness so sharp it hurt to breathe.

Clive, of all people, knew how hard she worked. Every project was her lifeblood, her sweat and tears.

And yet, just to help his precious “white moonlight” rise to the top, he’d betrayed her. He’d let Kristen trample her, taking credit for everything Amelia had ever built.

Just an hour ago in the R&D department, Clive had actually stood in front of Kristen, shielding her—looking at Amelia with nothing but disappointment, demanding she apologize.

The memory made Amelia sick.

“Clive…” She clenched her fists so tight her nails left half-moons in her palms. “You really are a complete bastard.”

By the time Marian came out with a plate of fruit, Amelia had already hidden her phone and was heading for the stairs, tapping her cane lightly in front of her.

“Ma’am, aren’t you going to have some fruit?”

Amelia glanced at the plate. The dragonfruit was so pale it was almost see-through, and the other fruit was so overripe it looked ready to collapse.

“I’m not hungry. You go ahead,” she said, turning to head upstairs.

Marian eyed the cane, then quickly stepped aside, giving her plenty of space.

As Amelia passed by the kitchen, she caught a glimpse of a big platter of fresh fruit—obviously set aside for Marian herself.

Right then, Amelia made up her mind: Marian couldn’t stay in this house any longer.

It wasn’t about the fruit. If Marian dared to serve her leftovers just because she couldn’t see, keeping the best for herself, what else might she do to Timmy and Penny when Clive wasn’t around to notice?

Upstairs, Amelia returned to her room and gave herself another round of acupuncture. She stood and walked around—a surge of relief washed over her. Her legs were fully back to normal now.

“Alright.”

If Timmy and Penny were going, then she was going, too. She’d take any chance to spend time with her two little ones.

She asked Marian to run her a bath.

“Ma’am, which dress would you like to wear? Should I call a makeup artist for you?”

“No need. Just lay out my mint green dress—the one with the butterfly embroidery on the shoulder—on the bed for me.”

Marian did as she was told, but couldn’t help muttering, “This one’s pretty plain, isn’t it?”

Amelia just pretended not to hear.

She’d heard Clive say the exact same thing once, and after that, she’d never worn the dress, no matter how much she loved it.

But now? She didn’t care what Clive liked. Not anymore.