The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

The rain showed no sign of stopping well into the night. Back at Rose Estate, everything was on high alert.

Jaden, Olivia, and Dr. Farrar stood at the entrance.

As soon as the car pulled into the driveway, Jaden quickly opened an umbrella and approached. Enrico got out and carried Paige from the car.

Paige was holding the iron box.

“Miss!”

Olivia, with red eyes, rushed down the steps to them. Seeing Paige soaked through, her face pale, and her lips tinged with what looked like blood, she was immediately alarmed. “Miss, what happened? You were fine when you left this morning.”

How did things suddenly turn out this way?

“Move aside!” Enrico shot her a sharp look and carried Paige inside.

“Oh no, I’ll quickly make some ginger soup,” Olivia said, fearing Paige might catch a cold, and hurried off to the kitchen.

The room was quiet, with the sound of the rain cut off outside.

Enrico carried Paige into the bathroom, gave her a hot bath, and then placed her on the bed. She lay back against the headboard.

Enrico changed her into a long-sleeve dress, covered her with a blanket, and then allowed Dr. Farrar to come in.

Dr. Farrar examined Paige, took a small blood sample, and said, “I’ll take this for further testing, but it shouldn’t be serious. It’s probably just a case of acute stress causing the bleeding.”

“……”

Paige seemed to not hear, lying back against the headboard and flipping through the diary, reading about everything Arjun did after coming to the mainland.

Suddenly, the diary was snatched away.

Enrico sat on the edge of the bed, his face stern. “You can read it anytime, but not today.”

Paige looked at him in silence, not arguing or showing any displeasure.

Dr. Farrar, standing aside, shook his head at Paige’s demeanor. Unable to hold back, he said, “Miss, you should express your emotions. Whether you’re happy or sad, holding everything in is the most painful and can lead to illness.”

“……”

Paige was willing to speak a few words to Enrico but didn’t want to say anything to Dr. Farrar.

She just wanted to be alone and not hear any sounds.

“Miss.”

Olivia carefully walked in with the ginger soup, coming up to Paige with concern. “Here, Miss, drink some ginger soup. You’ve been out in the rain; you might catch a cold.”

Paige glanced at her and shook her head. “I’m fine. Give it to Enrico.”

She didn’t want to eat or drink anything right now.

“How can you not drink it? Girls should be careful about catching a cold. If you cough or get a fever, it’ll be very uncomfortable,” Olivia said, standing by. “Be good, listen to Olivia, and let me feed you, okay?”

As soon as she finished speaking, someone patted her shoulder.

Olivia turned to see Dr. Farrar giving her a look. “Olivia, where’s Mr. Gustin’s ginger soup?”

If he remembered correctly, Olivia should have been hired by Mr. Gustin, right?

Mr. Gustin had also been out in the rain.

“……”

Olivia looked embarrassed, glancing between the cold-faced Enrico and the single bowl of ginger soup she held. “I… I forgot. I’ll go make another bowl right away.”

“……”

“……”

Dr. Farrar was speechless.

Enrico said nothing and didn’t seem angry.

Olivia awkwardly placed the ginger soup on the bedside table, giving Paige a stern reminder. “Miss, make sure you drink it while it’s hot. Be good, okay?”

This bowl of soup was not for Mr. Gustin.

Paige’s lips were pale as she nodded, acknowledging the reminder.

Only then did Olivia leave the room.

Once Olivia was gone, Paige didn’t want to deal with anything. She leaned back on the bed, slowly closing her eyes, her face pale and expressionless.

Her sadness was not visible but was profound.

Seeing this, Dr. Farrar didn’t know what else to say. He turned to Enrico, leaving behind the bottle of medicine. “Mr. Gustin, just apply some medicine to your foot injury. It’s best not to get up for the next few days.”

Knowing how thoroughly Enrico had wrapped Paige up, Dr. Farrar realized Mr. Gustin wouldn’t be applying the medicine himself.

“Mm.”

Enrico responded heavily.

“I’ll be leaving now.”

Dr. Farrar gave a nod and exited the room.

Enrico glanced at her, seeing her eyes closed and her unwillingness to speak. He reached down and lifted her legs onto his lap.

Seeing her swollen right foot, Enrico frowned and began applying the medicine to the swollen area of her ankle.

He started gently but suddenly pressed down firmly.

He looked at her, noticing her brows furrow slightly, then quickly relax as if the pain was not hers to bear.

“You didn’t hear the doctor? You shouldn’t hold in your emotions. Why are you keeping it all inside?”NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Enrico’s voice was deep and serious.

“I’m not holding it in,” Paige said with her eyes closed. “I told you, I’m in a lot of pain.”

She was indeed in pain.

She didn’t understand why Arjun had to die, why rebuilding the slum was so difficult, or why she felt so powerless…

From Wind Island to the Capital, she had seen too many people die before her eyes.

She felt deeply pained and helpless.

She couldn’t bring Susan back, nor Arjun. Even if she rebuilt the slum one day, she couldn’t bring them back.

None of them could be brought back.

Thinking this, Paige’s throat tasted blood again, and her stomach churned with pain.

“If it hurts, cry. If you have tears, let them fall!” Enrico said, staring at her.

How could there be a woman who would rather hold it all in until she vomited blood rather than shed a tear?

Not holding it in, but still claiming she wasn’t?

After saying this, Enrico set her legs down, stood up, and walked towards the bathroom to wash the medicine off his hands.

Paige slowly opened her eyes, took a sip of water from the bedside, and spat it into the trash can.

The color was a faint red.

She leaned back against the headboard as Enrico returned, sitting on the edge of the bed with the ginger soup in hand, stirring it with a spoon. “Drink the soup.”

He scooped up a spoonful, his face serious, and held it to her lips.

Paige looked at the steaming ginger soup, her throat dry but without desire.

She really didn’t want to drink it.

She shook her head. “I really don’t want to drink it.”

She felt intensely nauseous and feared vomiting if she drank it. She just wanted some quiet right now.

“It’s just ginger soup. A bit spicy. I’ll get you some candy,” Enrico said, sitting next to her, his tone unconsciously softening as he coaxed her.

“……”

Paige had no mood to talk.

“Drink this ginger soup, take the medicine, and I’ll buy you a new car. How about a luxury car?”

Enrico looked at her pale face, unusually patient. “Makeup? Jewelry? Whatever you want, I’ll have someone buy it for you immediately.”

“……”

“I’ll build you a candy palace, buy every kind of candy in the world, and you can have whatever you want,” Enrico continued.