Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 696

Aaron wasn’t annoyed at all. He sat there, legs crossed, looking completely at ease as he watched Ryan lying on the hospital bed.

Behind his glasses, Aaron’s eyes were cool and steady, giving nothing away—like the surface of a deep, still lake.

“Tavon’s people tracked me down,” Aaron said, his tone casual. “They wanted the Ghost Lily you had me buy for you three years ago. Ryan, what are you up to?”

There weren’t many people in this world who could keep Aaron guessing. Ryan happened to be one of them.

Ryan didn’t even bother sitting up. He just gave Aaron a lazy glance. “Why do you care?”

He looked like he was in agony, but that didn’t stop him from acting like the world revolved around him.

Aaron narrowed his eyes, thinking out loud. “Let me guess. The Ghost Lily—it’s rare, insanely expensive, and basically extinct. The one I got you is the last one left on earth.”

He paused, then added, “And I heard Tavon went to see Amelia…”

Just like he expected, the second he mentioned her name, something shifted on Ryan’s face.

Aaron calmly pushed his glasses up with his finger. “So it’s Amelia who wants it… You set this up, didn’t you?”

Ryan’s lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but instead, he doubled over with a rough, violent cough.

Aaron wasn’t exactly used to taking care of people, but he stood up anyway, poured Ryan a glass of water, and handed it over.

Ryan barely had the chance to take a sip before a mouthful of blood fell into the cup, turning the water a shocking red.

Aaron’s eyes widened. He reached for the call button, but before he could press it, Ryan stopped him.

“Relax. I’m not dying before the surgery.” Ryan’s face was ghostly pale, which made his blood-stained lips look even more vivid.

Aaron frowned. “Ryan…”

Ryan looked exhausted as he closed his eyes. His voice was barely above a whisper. “Don’t give it to her so easily. Let her keep hoping a little longer. Tell her you have to make the trade in person, but don’t go yourself. Send someone else, someone who can act, and not just anyone—they need to be really good.” He gave a weak smirk. “Our princess is sharp. She’s not easy to fool…”

Aaron’s frown deepened.

He said seriously, “Dr. Wilson said the odds of success are up to thirty percent now. Ryan, stop acting like you’re about to be executed. If Amelia’s so hard to fool, then I’m not cleaning up this mess for you…”

Ryan let out a low, humorless laugh.

“Did Wilson mention the side effects are a hundred percent?” He opened his eyes. They looked clouded, unfocused, empty.

Once things settled, Aaron spoke up quietly. “Dr. Wilson, do we have a time for the surgery?”

Dr. Wilson looked worried, glancing at Ryan. “It was supposed to be this afternoon, but Mr. Packman’s condition is worse than I thought. We’ll need to push it back three days.”

Aaron pressed his lips together, glancing at the sleeping figure on the bed.

“Whatever happens, please do everything you can.” He gave Dr. Wilson a small nod and headed for the door.

When he stepped outside, there were two bodyguards standing like statues. Zoe was there too, huddled by the wall.

She looked tiny, curled up on herself. As soon as the door opened, her head shot up.

Aaron lifted an eyebrow in surprise.

Zoe was always the most put-together person around, never seen in public unless she was absolutely flawless from head to toe.

But today, it was obvious she hadn’t slept at all. Her makeup from yesterday was smudged, and dark circles stood out under her eyes.

Aaron frowned. “You stayed out here all night?”