The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Enrico walked toward the mansion, still holding the basketball, when he saw the driver open the car door. Paige stepped out, her figure swaying. Under the lights, her face was ghostly pale, without a trace of color. She clutched a towel against her left arm, which was stained with blood.

Enrico’s breath caught, and he dropped the ball, rushing toward her. “You’re hurt?”

Paige paused, surprised to see him in athletic wear, then glanced at the basketball rolling on the ground. She frowned, “Why aren’t you asleep yet?”

It was so late.

Enrico didn’t answer, glaring at her arm. “Is it broken?”

At least he’s concerned…

Paige glanced at her arm. “No, just a cut. It’s a minor injury. I’ll bandage it up.”

“You’ve got so many people working for you, and they’re all useless if they let you get hurt,” Enrico said sharply, his words biting. “And what about that bar owner you had to meet? I don’t think you’re just trying to rebuild the slums-you’re trying to save the world.”

You take care of everything, don’t you?

“…”

Paige didn’t expect Enrico to scold her like this. She looked at him with a bit of helplessness, still holding her injured arm, and walked inside, feeling weak from the blood loss.

Enrico followed close behind, trying several times to help her, but each time his hand hovered, he hesitated and put it down.

Once inside the mansion, Enrico glanced around and noticed that none of her staff had followed them in. “Where’s your doctor? Who’s going to bandage you up?”

“It’s just a small injury. I’ll handle it myself,” Paige replied. She tossed the blood-soaked towel into a nearby trash can and staggered over to a cabinet, pulling out a medical kit.

She could fight, but tonight she had to face people with guns. She’d ended up using a gun herself, and the noise had left her ears ringing and her head pounding. On top of that, the blood loss left her weak and drained.

She grabbed the medical kit, heading for the couch, but Enrico snatched it from her.

Paige looked up to see Enrico’s stern face as he pushed her onto the sofa and sat on the coffee table in front of her, placing the medical kit beside him. “How do I do this?”

Paige sat back, exhausted, and couldn’t help but smile. “You want to help me?”

“…”

Enrico didn’t respond. He rummaged through the kit, unsure of what to use.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Paige straightened up, gritting her teeth as she took off her coat. The blood had stuck the sleeve to her wound, and without hesitation, she yanked it off. The sharp pain jolted through her, and more warm blood started to trickle from the injury.

Enrico sat in front of her, his breath catching when he saw her arm. Once the sleeve was removed, her pale skin revealed a long gash, hand-length, still oozing blood.

“…”

Enrico inhaled sharply, his face paling at the sight.

Paige noticed his reaction, her gaze softening. He looked exhausted, dark circles shadowing his eyes from lack of sleep. She felt a pang of concern for him and said gently, “You don’t know how to bandage wounds. Just go back to bed. I’ll handle it.”

“I’m not one of your subordinates. You don’t get to order me around,” Enrico snapped back, turning his attention to the medical kit. “What do I use?”

“Disinfectant,” Paige replied.

Enrico’s long fingers fumbled through the kit, finally pulling out a bottle of disinfectant. He placed it on the table and reached for some cotton swabs.

Before he could finish preparing, Paige had already grabbed the bottle and poured it directly onto her wound. No anesthesia, no painkillers. The sharp pain made her hand tremble, the veins on her forehead bulging slightly from the strain.

The disinfectant mixed with blood, running down her arm and dripping from her fingertips, staining them like the brightest red nail polish.

“Paige Clarke!” Enrico growled through gritted teeth, though he didn’t even know why. His chest felt as if it, too, had been doused in disinfectant-burning with a painful sting.

“…”

Paige sat quietly, the initial pain starting to fade. She glanced at him and smiled softly, “It’s fine. This way, it’s faster. Could you hand me the ointment from the third shelf?”

Just then, Angie returned.

She had just dropped off the muscle-bound man at the gates of the presidential estate. The butler, dressed in a tailcoat, had appeared wide-eyed, as if shocked that someone would dare to give orders to the president-and even more so that the president would agree.

Enrico sat in front of Paige, grabbing her arm firmly and resting it on his knee to stop her from moving. He retrieved the ointment and asked, “Do I apply it to the wound?”

“Yeah.” Paige nodded, glancing at him again. He cared for her, even if he had his own secrets.

Enrico dipped a cotton swab into the ointment and began to gently apply it to her wound. He had no real experience with this. When he’d been injured, he either toughed it out or blacked out, with his sister usually taking care of him. So despite his efforts, he wasn’t doing a great job. His hand was too heavy, the ointment touching her raw flesh, causing her even more pain.

Paige sat there, trying to suppress her trembling breaths, not wanting to let her discomfort show.

Even though the pain was intense, watching Enrico tend to her wound so earnestly gave Paige a strange, almost masochistic satisfaction.

The room was quiet, with the soft glow of the lights creating a peaceful atmosphere.

Suddenly, a voice from outside broke the silence, excitedly announcing, “Mr. Kevin is here!”

Paige looked up to see headlights flashing outside the door. A car came to a stop, and a tall figure strode in, dusted from travel-it was Kevin.

His steps were quick, betraying no sign of his usual limp.

Kevin was strikingly handsome, with sharp, defined features. His breathing was labored from his hurried approach, and when he saw the wound on Paige’s arm, his pupils contracted. “I heard you were hurt on the way here. I knew nothing good would come from you returning to The Capital.”

Though it sounded like a complaint, his tone was filled with concern.

Paige’s hand was still resting on Enrico’s knee. Hearing Kevin’s words, she smiled but didn’t offer a retort. “What brings you to The Capital?”

“I came to manage my people. I’ll be here for three days, then I have to return to the south,” Kevin replied.

Enrico continued tending to Paige’s wound, seemingly indifferent to the new arrival, but hearing Paige’s familiar tone with the stranger, he finally glanced up to see who it was.

Kevin stood there, also sizing him up.

Their gazes met.

Kevin was the first to speak. “I’ve heard that Mr. Gustin has lost most of his memories and is now as innocent as a child. From what I see today, it’s clear that his arrogance has diminished. That’s good news for many.”

His tone was calm, but far from friendly.

“Kevin.” Paige’s lips tightened, her displeasure obvious as she glanced at him.

“…”

Kevin noticed her protecting Enrico, which left him feeling uncomfortable. Without another word, he began removing his cashmere coat.