Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 721

Francisco watched Dr. Wilson emerge from the operating room. He wanted to step forward, but his legs wouldn’t cooperate—they felt stiff and heavy, refusing to move.

“Dr. Wilson, how is Mr. Packman?” His voice came out shaky.

Dr. Wilson pulled off his mask and let out a heavy sigh, his expression dark. “The surgery went about how Mr. Packman expected. I’m sorry—there was no miracle.”

Francisco swayed where he stood, nearly losing his balance. Dr. Wilson reached out to help, but Francisco brushed him off, signaling that he was okay.

“I’m really sorry, Francisco,” Dr. Wilson said, guilt written all over his face.

Francisco forced a small smile. “I was prepared for this. Mr. Packman saw this coming too. Let’s just stick to the plan he left us. We’ll need your help moving forward, Dr. Wilson.”

“Of course.”

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Amelia slept straight through the night and only woke up because of the heat. Sweat stuck her clothes to her skin, and everything felt sticky and uncomfortable.

She blinked, taking a second to remember where she was. The dirt ceiling above her jogged her memory—she was still on Tiger Wind Island.

Just as she tried to move, someone grabbed her arm. She turned her head and saw Felix asleep beside her, his hand resting right next to hers, his fingers holding onto the edge of her shirt. The second she shifted, he’d grabbed her on instinct, even in his sleep.

He wasn’t really awake, but years of training had taught his body to react before his mind could catch up.

Amelia glanced around. The fire was just a pile of ash now, and the cloth on her forehead had gone cold. She put it together—Felix must have stayed up all night to take care of her. He probably only dozed off after the sun came up. Wanting him to get more rest, she decided to lie still.

Her fever had gone down, and her mind was finally clear. She replayed last night’s conversation with Felix, trying to figure out why Tatum had brought her here. Deep down, she knew she’d have to meet the mysterious prisoner if she wanted any real answers.

Something about all of this felt off, but she couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

Just then, her stomach growled loudly. She quickly covered it with her hand.

At the same time, Felix’s deep, tired voice came from beside her. “You’re awake. How are you feeling?”

He rubbed his eyes and looked at her. His eyes were bloodshot, exhaustion written all over his face.

“I’m okay. Thank you for staying up with me all night,” Amelia said, meaning every word. “Felix, I owe you.”

As expected, the first thing she wanted to do after waking up was settle the score. She always kept favors tallied up, never wanting to owe anyone—especially not him.

Felix forced a smile, swallowing the sting in his chest. “Just doing my job. Anyone from my country, I’d have done the same.”

He was keeping things professional, making it impossible for her to argue.

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