Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 50

The Salmeron estate was always so quiet, every little sound seemed to echo through the peaceful gardens.

Amelia was still a few steps from the living room when she heard Clive’s voice, low and serious.

“Penny, I’m going to ask you again. Is what you just said really true?”

Amelia stopped in her tracks, barely breathing. She stood there, waiting—hoping—for her daughter’s answer.

Next to her, the butler, Lee, watched her closely. In his eyes, Amelia’s hesitation was nothing but guilt.

He didn’t bother to hide his disdain. Earlier, on the way here, he’d caught a glimpse of the purse on Amelia’s wrist. He couldn’t see much, but the way a diamond bracelet sparkled in the light was impossible to miss. There was no way a woman like her could afford something like that. Typical, he thought. Some people just can’t help themselves.

“It’s true…” Penny’s voice was soft, almost trembling. “She took me to Aunt Kristen’s room to use the bathroom. She asked me if Aunt Kristen had a lot of pretty jewelry. I said, ‘Of course! It’s in the little drawer next to the vanity.’ Then, after I finished, she told me to wait outside because she needed to use the bathroom too. She said not to tell Aunt Kristen, or she’d be mad…”

Her sweet, innocent voice sounded so genuine and harmless.

Just one door away, Amelia stood frozen, listening to her own daughter accuse her of something she hadn’t done.

Every word felt like a knife, sharp and cold, cutting right through her. She could barely stand. Her legs wobbled, and she almost lost her balance.

Lee didn’t even try to help. He just stepped back, his face twisted in disgust.

He never liked Amelia to begin with, and now he couldn’t stand to even look at her.

Lee had been with the Salmerons for thirty years—he’d watched Clive grow up. In his mind, Clive deserved someone from a wealthy, respectable family. Instead, he’d ended up with Amelia, who Lee saw as nothing more than a scheming social climber.

The family had checked her background. Her mother had died young, her father—a no-good drifter—had vanished ages ago. She’d been raised by her grandfather in a tiny, run-down clinic. The place was so shabby, Lee remembered the staff didn’t even want to step inside.

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