The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“But after seeing how you’ve become now, I changed my mind. If even someone like you can make it, why shouldn’t I give it a try?”

“And what’s so wrong with me?”

Kevin remembered. He looked at Enrico, standing there for a long time, before saying, “Fine, let’s talk. I think apart from me, no one else would have this conversation with you.”

Paige wouldn’t bring it up, and her subordinates wouldn’t dare.

This topic could only come from him.

“…”

Enrico stared at him coldly.

“Follow me,” Kevin said, turning down a cobblestone path.

Enrico quickly followed, and Kevin glanced at him. The Enrico of today was far from the man he once was; even his sharpness seemed like an act of will, his thoughts easily visible to others.

“I’m sure you have no idea how Paige has spent these past three years, right?” Kevin said in a low voice. “Back then, to save her life, you sent her to me. Ever since then, she’s been planning to reunite with you.”

“…”

Enrico knew little of the past, only snippets from Paige, Jaden, or Rafael on rare occasions. He wasn’t particularly interested. To him, he was the Enrico who emerged from Rose Estate, the one his deceased sister saved with her life. The Enrico they spoke of merely reminded him that his future wasn’t destined to be a failure, that he was meant to return to the Gustin Group and continue his revenge on Jeremy.

As for his past with Paige, it meant little to him-it was just history.

He didn’t like the word “past.”

Enrico’s long lashes fluttered slightly as he walked on the path, his voice cold. “I don’t think there’s any value in talking about the past, Kevin. If you’re planning to use my memory loss as a weapon against me, you’re mistaken.”

Paige might have loved the version of him with all his memories intact, but the man standing beside her now was still him, a man she had shaped.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

It was clear the two men were on completely different wavelengths.

Kevin stopped and turned to look at him, letting out a mocking laugh. “Using your memory loss against you? Enrico, you’re the one using it as an excuse to enjoy the fruits of Paige’s hard work.”

“What nonsense are you talking about?” Enrico’s face darkened.

“Am I wrong?” Kevin challenged. “She dotes on you like a child, giving you everything you want. She spreads jam on your toast, lays out your clothes every day. You storm out, and she can’t bear to say a harsh word to you. But if I so much as criticize you, she’s ready to turn on me.”

“Are you jealous?” Enrico raised an eyebrow and let out a cold laugh, dripping with pride.

“Jealous?”

Kevin repeated the word and then began to laugh, his voice growing louder. He looked at Enrico with disdain. “Enrico, how can you, a grown man, even say such a thing? You take all of this for granted, doing whatever you please. Have you ever considered Paige?”

Paige obviously cared for him, and that was why she treated him this way. What was wrong with that?

“Do you even know what kind of price Paige had to pay to come back and reunite with you?” Kevin pressed on. “You don’t, so let me tell you. She’s an orphan. She had no identity, and she was a fugitive from the slums. She knew that if she showed up in The Capital, she’d be torn to pieces. She had to make herself strong enough to return. She could have taken her time, but she didn’t.”

“…”

“For three years, she hasn’t slept more than four hours a night!”

Kevin nearly shouted the words at the man standing before him.

“…”

The curve of Enrico’s lips froze.

“The rest of her time was spent training people, building up her power. She also had to learn all the schemes and tricks of the business world. She wasn’t born to be the nemesis of giant corporations-she forged herself into that through sheer willpower.”

Kevin’s voice was harsh. “She didn’t even dare to fall sick, because illness requires rest. So whenever she felt even the slightest headache or fever, she would swallow pills to push through. She wrecked her body, at one point becoming so thin she was barely recognizable.”

“…”

Enrico stood there, the wind cutting across his face like a blade.

“I’ve yelled at her, even hit her. I begged her to take care of herself, to value her own life. But do you know what she said to me?” Kevin’s voice broke as he asked, but he didn’t wait for an answer. “She said she promised you she would come back to find you. She was afraid that if too much time passed, you’d think she was lying.”

Kevin could still vividly recall that night. After taking too much medication, Paige knelt in front of the toilet, vomiting until she almost fainted. Yet even then, when she turned her head to look at him, her gaze was unwavering.

She had rested her head against the toilet, her face pale, drenched in sweat, and whispered in the weakest voice that she had chosen this path, and she would follow it. She would return to The Capital, and she would do it as quickly as possible.

“…”

Hearing this, Enrico stood frozen, like a statue.

He didn’t know any of this. Paige had never told him.

“I think no one in The Capital expected Paige to come back so quickly, but you-having seen it-are completely indifferent.”

Kevin pointed a finger at Enrico’s chest.

This was what he hated the most.

Though he didn’t press hard, Enrico still took two steps back, his foot crunching on the fallen leaves. His face grew pale.

“And that’s not all, Mr. Gustin. Do you think your illness was something as simple as a cold, easily cured by any doctor?”

Kevin’s voice was dripping with sarcasm. “No, it was Paige who went to River Town, kneeling for days and nights, pleading for a cure. She spent sleepless nights studying medical texts, and the joint disease in her legs? That’s when she developed it.”

“…”

Enrico’s pupils contracted. She had joint disease?

“If you don’t believe me, I’ll show you proof.” Kevin turned and began walking again.

Enrico followed him.

They arrived at another manor. Kevin led Enrico into the courtyard. Unlike the others, this one had no dead rose vines on the walls or flowers. Instead, it was filled with unfamiliar plants, well-tended and flourishing.

Kevin walked up the steps and forcefully pushed open two large doors.

As the doors opened, a cool breeze blew through, and the wind chimes above rang out, breaking the silence.

Enrico stood in the courtyard and looked inside. Hanging inside were countless small cages, not birdcages but smaller, delicate ones that seemed more decorative than functional, packed tightly together.

Enrico slowly walked up the steps and entered the manor, glancing upward.

The countless small cages gently swayed, occasionally bumping into each other with a crisp sound.

They were all empty.