Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 402

The moment Dr. Borgen’s eyes landed on Amelia, he flinched. It lasted just a second before he stiffened, his face shutting down, cold and distant. He turned away and made for the exit.

Susie and Greg were there too. The second they saw Dr. Borgen leave, they stood up to follow. Susie didn’t even acknowledge Amelia. Greg, though, paused to give her a look full of sympathy. He couldn’t find the right words, just let out a sigh and hurried after the others.

Dr. Wade hadn’t expected Dr. Borgen to be so stubborn. He stepped out of the room, frowning, about to comfort Amelia.

But Amelia wiped away her tears and pulled herself together. She spun around, rushing after Dr. Borgen, cutting him off before he reached the door.

Dr. Wade had worked hard to make this meeting happen, giving her a rare shot at seeing her old mentor. If she let this slip by, who knew when—if ever—she’d get another chance?

Seven years. How many seven-year stretches does a person get?

Dr. Borgen looked at her, brows drawn, eyes icy. Still, there was something unsettled beneath all that coldness—resentment, maybe.

“Professor…” Amelia’s voice was soft. She squeezed her sweaty palms and bowed her head. “You always told us that research comes first, that serving our country and people is more important than anything. No matter what we’re going through, we can’t let it get in the way of our work, because we do this for the greater good.”

Dr. Borgen’s face stayed hard, his aging eyes fixed on her. “Don’t start with that,” he said, voice sharp. “If you really believed all that, would you have made such a stupid decision seven years ago? You—”

He didn’t finish. Amelia suddenly dropped to her knees in front of him.

Even Diego, trailing behind, froze in surprise. “Whoa…”

Amelia pressed her hands to the floor, her forehead resting on her knuckles. It was a formal gesture—a deep apology, a show of respect. If anyone deserved it, it was Dr. Borgen. He’d done so much for her during those university years, guiding her, teaching her, looking out for her. She had let him down, wasted all his faith and expectations.

“I’m sorry, Professor.” Amelia looked up slowly, eyes red and swollen from holding back years of regret. It almost broke her. “You can scold me, punish me, I’ll take it. I messed up, I let you down. But I’ve divorced Clive now!”

Dr. Borgen’s eyes flickered, mouth tight. He said nothing.

“Please, don’t disown me as your student. Even someone facing a death sentence gets a chance to appeal. I’m begging you—give me one shot to fix things.” Amelia’s voice trembled, tears shining in her eyes. She looked at him, desperate for a sign.

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