Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 737

Aaron gazed at Diana, completely lost.

“Lost someone... important?” he echoed, almost like he was just mouthing the words.

Diana could tell something was wrong. Worry crept into her voice. “Mr. Morris, are you—”

She never finished. Aaron wordlessly pulled her into his arms.

Diana was caught off guard. Her first instinct was to pull away, but then she heard Aaron’s voice, rough and shaky, almost begging.

“Just let me hold you for a moment. Just one minute. Please.”

She froze, her hands suspended as if she might push him away, but then slowly lowered them. Aaron didn’t explain, but she could feel his sadness clear as day. As an actress, empathy came easy to her, and right now, Aaron’s grief was almost suffocating—so heavy it wrapped around her too.

Slowly, her body relaxed. She lifted a hand to his back, wanting to comfort him. “Mr. Morris…”

He let go almost right away, trying hard to keep himself together. “Thank you. I’m sorry if I overstepped, Ms. Brooks.”

Just sixty seconds, and he was that shaken. Still, he managed to pull himself together… Diana looked at him, her feelings tangled—pity, curiosity, a little ache for him twisting inside her.

She was still trying to steady herself when a black sedan pulled up next to Aaron. The driver stepped out and opened the back door, all business. “Mr. Morris, your mother just called the President’s office. The meeting’s been pushed back. You can still make it if you leave now.”

His mother barely paused, then gave a light, cold laugh. “Well, you lost them. That’s life. No one stays forever. Are you going to cry now? Expect me to comfort you? Aaron, I thought I taught you not to be so soft when you were little.”

No response.

He remembered, of course. When he turned six, his mom gave him a puppy for his birthday. He was crazy about it—never let it out of his sight, named her Pearl.

When he was ten, Pearl vanished. His mother brought him to a shooting range and promised he could see Pearl again if he hit the bullseye ten times.

So he did. Ten perfect shots. Then his mother took him around to the back of the target. There was a black bag hanging there, blood seeping out and soaking into the dirt.