Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 677

After dropping the kids off at school, Amelia was just about to head back to the old house when her phone rang. It was Danny from the care home.

A wave of dread swept over her.

Danny had been staying with her grandfather at the facility for a while now. If he was calling, something serious must have happened.

She picked up right away. “Hey, Danny. What’s going on?”

“Miss Amelia, could you come to the care home? Mr. Sadinton woke up. He wants to see you…” Danny’s voice broke a little, not with happiness, but with something heavy and choked. “Miss Amelia… you might want to prepare yourself.”

Amelia’s breath caught in her throat.

Her grandfather’s sudden clarity—it wasn’t a good sign. It was what doctors called a final burst of energy, right before the end.

She tried to speak, but nothing came out.

“Miss Amelia?” Danny’s voice was soft, worried.

She tightened her grip on the steering wheel and forced her voice to steady. “I understand. I’ll be there soon.”

The whole drive over, Amelia kept her eyes locked on the road. Her vision blurred as she blinked back tears, refusing to let them fall.

By the time she pulled up to the care home, she’d managed to gather herself.

Danny was already waiting outside. His eyes were red and puffy, like he’d been crying for a while. When he saw her, he called out quietly, “Miss Amelia.”

Amelia nodded and gave his shoulder a quick, reassuring squeeze. Together, they walked toward her grandfather’s room.

Danny stopped at the door. “He only wants to see you,” he said, voice gentle. “He said there’s something he has to tell you alone. I’ll wait outside. No one will disturb you.”

Amelia took a shaky breath, then pushed open the door and stepped in by herself.

Her grandfather, Tony, was propped up in bed, looking almost peaceful as he flipped through an old photo album.

Amelia walked over, her heart aching at the sight. Tony’s fingers brushed across a picture of little Amelia, and for a moment, he just stared at it. Then he looked up, eyes landing on his grown-up granddaughter, tears glimmering in their depths.

“Our little princess,” Tony whispered, voice rough but full of love. “You’ve grown up so fast.”

Amelia’s throat tightened. “Grandpa…”

He looked at her with the same gentle eyes he always had.

“Amelia, I heard from Danny that you bought back the old house. Did you… see your grandmother?”

Amelia’s eyes flickered. “I did, Grandpa. But she…”

Ryan’s lips curled into a lazy half-smile. “Sure. But your personal preferences aren’t my responsibility.”

Dr. Wilson’s frown deepened. “I’m not kidding, Mr. Packman. You’re the most unusual patient I’ve ever had, and I have to look after you.”

Ryan opened his eyes slowly, lifted his hand, and stared at it.

Dr. Wilson’s face changed. “Your eyes, Mr. Packman…”

Ryan’s tone was calm. “If I double the medication, I can keep my vision for a while, right?”

Dr. Wilson’s expression was grim. “For a little while, yes. But when you stop, your eyesight will get worse even faster. And the meds won’t keep working for more than twenty-eight days at best.”

Ryan shrugged, his smile thin. “That’s long enough.”

Dr. Wilson let out a frustrated sigh, ready to argue, but a knock at the door cut him off. Francisco stepped in, looking pale.

“Mr. Packman, there’s been an incident at the care facility,” Francisco said quietly. “Mr. Sadinton… passed away.”

Ryan’s eyes darkened, lips pressing into a thin line. After a moment, he asked softly, “Was she there?”

Francisco nodded, understanding. “Yes. Ms. Sadinton arrived half an hour ago. She was with him in his room until the very end.”