The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“Yeah.” Paige nodded. “Given your current memory, you probably don’t even understand the structure of a handgun, yet you were able to fire it. That’s impressive.”

“Impressive? You’re saying I’m impressive?” Enrico’s heart tightened as he looked at her. “Are you being sarcastic?”

Paige placed the empty yogurt bottle aside and looked at him with clear eyes. “Sarcastic? Why would I be sarcastic with you?”

After three years, she no longer felt the need to speak sarcastically to him.

Enrico sat on the bed, staring straight at her. When he saw that there wasn’t any hint of disdain in her eyes, the warmth in his gaze gradually cooled, and his voice deepened. “You said you’d take care of me, be there for me, but you don’t even care that I shot two people in the legs. If it were my sister…”

“That’s because I’m not your sister,” Paige interrupted him gently.

“…” Enrico was stunned.

Seeing his reaction, Paige said bitterly, “I’m your woman, not your sister. You seem to understand that, yet sometimes you don’t.”

“…”

“I’ve never taken care of you the way your sister did.”

“…”

“Your sister was too kind. I’m not. I’m calculating.”

She leaned back against the bed, her gaze fixed on his eyes as she spoke slowly and deliberately. “Your sister taught you to be kind and righteous, to be patient and forgiving. I don’t teach you those things because I think repaying evil with kindness is meaningless. Seeking revenge is the true way to resolve a problem.”

“…” Enrico’s chest shook with emotion.

To be honest, his sister was both a sister and a mother figure to him, and she was his first teacher. What she taught him, he always considered to be the truth.

So he understood that kindness was the right path. The excitement he felt when he shot those bodyguards was dark and evil, which was why he was afraid to let Paige know about it.

He never imagined there would be someone who told him that seeking revenge was the true solution.

Paige sat up and took his hand. As someone new to firing a gun, he wasn’t steady, and the recoil had left a red mark on the web of his thumb, which hadn’t faded yet. She took out some ointment and began to apply it gently.

The medicine spread under her fingers in soothing, cool circles.

Enrico stared at her, forgetting to pull his hand away.

Paige applied the ointment carefully and spoke just as earnestly, “And your sister took care of you by attending to your daily needs. My way of caring for you is different. I want to protect you so that this time, you can grow up happier.”

Unlike when he was truly nine years old, when he walked through life alone and full of despair.

Enrico listened, his tongue pressed against his back teeth, and he spoke in a low voice, “As long as I’m happy, even if I go on a killing spree, that’s okay?”

“…” Paige paused in her application of the ointment.

“I asked Jaden what I was like before. He said that after my sister died, the servants sent by Jeremy were all secretly harmed by me-missing limbs, broken legs-until no one dared to enter Rose Estate.”

“…” Paige felt a deep ache in her heart.

Enrico suddenly leaned in close to her, his handsome face inches from hers, and stared at her as he slowly said, “And now I’m almost the same. Today, I actually wanted to kill those two men. I squeezed one of their throats, watching him suffocate bit by bit, watching him struggle to breathe, seeing the despair in his eyes. I felt a thrill-I felt alive, like the blood in my veins was boiling.”

“…” Paige was silent.

“So according to you, as long as I’m happy, I can keep doing this, right?” Enrico’s breath was warm on her face.

Hearing this, Paige looked up at him. His voice was filled with a chilling cruelty, but in his eyes, she saw the confusion of a young boy.

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Should he become the kind-hearted child his sister wanted, or should he become someone more evil than his enemies? In the end, he chose the latter.

“Do you really think someone who goes on a killing spree is happy?” Paige asked.

Her eyes were so clear that they penetrated straight into his world.

Enrico’s hand was still in hers. He lowered his long lashes and spoke slowly, “I have the AS schizophrenia gene…”

Before he could finish, Paige’s delicate hand suddenly tightened around his cool fingers, interrupting him again. “You’re not like this because of the AS schizophrenia gene; you’re like this because you’re in so much pain.”

Pain.

Enrico pressed his thin lips together.

“Though it’s not right to speak ill of the deceased, I still have to say that your family bears responsibility for you becoming like this,” Paige said, holding his hand. “Your father gave you no fatherly love, only a blood feud. Your mother gave you life but left behind a will that prevents you from seeking revenge and finding peace. Your sister nurtured you, but all she taught you was patience and forgiveness. She forgot that nine years of hatred had already taken root and sprouted branches. How could you possibly let it go?”

“…”

“They all had their own ideas, but none of them considered whether you wanted this.”

“…” Enrico’s body grew more rigid. He never allowed anyone to speak ill of his mother or sister in front of him, but Paige not only did, she also blamed them.

He should be angry, should be upset with her, should hate her…

But he didn’t even have the strength to pull his hand away.

He sat there, a flood of unspeakable emotions swelling in his chest. He bit down hard on his back teeth, his eyes faintly reddening.

Paige raised one hand to cup his face, her fingers lightly stroking his skin. “My Enrico has lived in too much pain for too long, and he’s so tired.”

“Stop it.” He wasn’t that pitiful.

“I want to give you the best. I want to take care of you. I want to see the day when you can handle your hatred with ease and understand that hatred doesn’t determine what kind of person you become. Only you can decide that,” Paige said as she looked at him, finally giving a faint smile. She then removed her hands from his face and his hand.

The sudden loss of warmth made Enrico feel empty, as if there was nothing inside him.

That night, Enrico didn’t sleep well, staying awake until the early morning.

He lay in bed, staring into the endless darkness, thinking about many things-more than he had ever thought about in his life.

His sister had always told him to be a kind person but had never asked if he wanted to be.

Now Paige was telling him to decide for himself what kind of person he wanted to be.

But he had never considered what kind of person he wanted to become. Maybe, starting now, he could begin to think about it.

He turned his gaze towards Paige, who was sleeping peacefully beside him. Even in the dim light, her face was beautiful, her breathing steady, somehow bringing a sense of calm.

She really did sleep here.

She must have sensed his restlessness tonight, so she reluctantly took on the role of his sister for one night to keep him company.

Heh.

His sister used to cuddle him to sleep. How could Paige be the same, sleeping so far on the edge?

Slowly, Enrico shifted from the edge of the bed closer to Paige. In the pitch-black night, he looked at her intently, his gaze tracing from her brows, her eyes, down to her lips, not missing a single detail.