The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

For the first time in her life, she felt this kind of emotion-complicated and painful.

“…”

Enrico was taken aback by her sudden passion and chuckled, “What’s the matter, little one?”

“Nothing, I just feel…”

Paige’s lips trembled as she smiled, finally managing to say, “I’m so happy to see you again, Enrico.”

Her eyes were veiled in a layer of red mist.

Sensing her body’s trembling, Enrico’s eyes darkened, his emotions surging up. He pulled her down, cupping the back of her neck, and once again kissed her deeply, with overwhelming intensity.

Paige didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, mimicking his wildness, trying to absorb everything.

Who knows how long the kiss lasted until it finally ended when Paige’s breath began to weaken.

She leaned against him, “Enrico, I’m a bit tired, I want to sleep for a while.”

“Alright.” Enrico wrapped his arm around her, his long fingers gently lifting her collar to look at her wounds.

Paige grabbed his hand and whispered, “It’s okay, they’ve been treated. See, I can still move my hands.”

“Just let me take a look.”

Enrico’s voice was firm; he hadn’t had a chance to check her wounds yet.

“Let’s do it when we get back.”

She had seen that her wounds had reopened when she changed clothes earlier; they were now a bloody mess, not something she wanted him to see.

Paige softly said, “By the way, can I live at your private estate from now on?”

“You want to live there?” Enrico asked, surprised.

“Your father knows I live at Rose Estate. It’s not private enough. Your estate is larger and more secluded. Even if your father teams up with someone to find me, it would give you more time to react.”

Paige leaned against him, speaking calmly, “Of course, that place is where your mother and sister rest. If you don’t want me to disturb them, I can find another place.”

“You’re not afraid?”

“Afraid of what?” Paige countered.

“There are tombstones there, ashes buried.”

Enrico didn’t think there was anything wrong with the estate, but in others’ eyes, it was just a grand tomb he built for his late mother and sister.

Paige chuckled softly and closed her eyes, “What’s there to be afraid of? If you don’t ever get tired of me, maybe one day I’ll be buried in that beautiful place too.”

After all, he risked everything to save her. He probably wouldn’t mind her being buried there.

“You’re already thinking about spending your whole life with me?”

Enrico laughed, holding her slender arm, “Alright, I promise you, in the future, we’ll be buried together, right beside them.”

“…”

Great, they’ve even discussed where they’ll be buried after death.

Paige could already picture her life-trapped in the estate, unable to care for the slum, living as a freeloader until she died. It didn’t sound so bad.

The scenery outside the car window continued to blur past, like the fast passage of time.

Paige leaned against Enrico’s shoulder, quietly watching, knowing this might be her last time seeing the outside world.

…

The private estate was deep in the mountains, shrouded in mist.

The car drove into a dense green bamboo forest, through the thin white mist, revealing the grand private estate in Paige’s view.

From now on, she would live here.

In front of the towering gates, Olivia, along with a group of servants and bodyguards, waited.

As soon as the car stopped, Olivia rushed over, anxiously opening the door. Seeing Paige sitting there alive, tears streamed down her face, “Miss, Miss, this is wonderful, just wonderful…”

Olivia was so emotional that she was at a loss for words.

“Olivia, I’m fine.”

Paige smiled faintly, then turned her head, “Enrico, we’ve arrived.”

She straightened up, but the man who had been allowing her to lean on him slumped down, his head heavy on her shoulder, his eyes tightly shut.

Paige stiffened, gripping his arm, frantically calling his name, “Enrico? Enrico, wake up…”

“…”

Enrico didn’t move, still leaning against her.

He had passed out.

“Olivia, where’s the doctor? Did Dr. Clinton arrive?”

Paige struggled to support him, turning her anxious gaze to Olivia.

“Yes, yes.”

Only then did Olivia realize Enrico’s injuries seemed severe too. She quickly stepped back, allowing two bodyguards to help lift Enrico out of the car.

“Be careful with him. His internal injuries are severe; he might have bone injuries too. Be gentle!”

Paige got out of the car and nearly stumbled in her rush.

Olivia quickly caught her, “Miss, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, just take care of him first.”

Paige watched as the bodyguards carried Enrico inside, her brow furrowing. His injuries were probably worse than she had initially thought.

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The estate was cooler than the outside. It should have been a comfortable temperature, but there was a bit of a chill in the air.

Inside the main building, Dr. Clinton and his medical team were already waiting.

Paige didn’t follow Enrico into the treatment room. Her current status was not something that could be exposed; the fewer people knew, the better.

She sat in the main hall, quietly waiting for the results.

“Miss, have some water.”

Olivia carefully brought a bowl of water to her side, treating her like a child, even feeding her with a spoon.

“Olivia, don’t be so nervous. I’m really okay.” Paige smiled faintly, taking the bowl from her and sipping some water.

Olivia sat beside her, looking at her pale face, her eyes moist. She reached out to smooth Paige’s hair, “Miss, you’ve suffered too much. Life is so unfair. You’re such a good person, but why is there so little love for you?”

A perfectly good young lady had been thrown into the slums, and after finally returning to her country, she had to endure all this.

Paige smiled reassuringly at her and then looked towards the stairs, wondering how Enrico was doing. She wasn’t sure if Dr. Clinton had all the necessary medical equipment; perhaps a hospital would be better.

She shifted her gaze and noticed something new on the opposite wall.

It was her original paintings, which should have been at the school.

Enrico had brought them here. If they were still at school, they would have been destroyed as works from a slum dweller.

Two paintings, framed in the finest materials, were hung high on the wall like precious treasures.

“Olivia, Enrico is really good to me, isn’t he?” Paige murmured, gazing at the paintings as if talking to herself.

Olivia followed her gaze and nodded, “Yes, I’ve never seen the young master care so much about anyone. I told Jaden, I said the young master treats you like the apple of his eye and would definitely come back to save you. Jaden said it was impossible… but look, I was right.”

“I didn’t expect he would come back to save me either.” Paige whispered.