The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige said, “I suspect that Kathy’s bold move against me was actually under Rachel’s instructions. It’s the only explanation for why Molly ended up in her hands. Rachel wanted Kathy to confess without exposing her own involvement. That’s the only way the subsequent events make sense.”

Enrico’s expression darkened upon hearing this.

“That incident in the neighboring city, the assassin seemed like someone sent by Deputy Minister Carl, but Rachel suddenly appeared to shield you. The timing was too precise; it makes sense if it was her doing.”

Paige took a moment to analyze the situation, “After all, Rachel’s modus operandi is to use others to achieve her goals while keeping her hands clean and appearing virtuous.”

“So, you’re saying she has tried to kill you multiple times?” Enrico asked.

“Hmm.” Paige nodded.

Enrico suddenly sat up from the bed. The sudden movement caused him severe chest pain. He pressed his chest with one hand and reached for his phone with the other, dialing Jaden again.

As soon as the call connected, he coldly said, “Rachel must be captured. Monitor all transportation channels in The Capital. If she boards a plane, stop it!”

“If she escapes, don’t bother coming back.”

Enrico threw the phone aside in frustration and looked at Paige. “Why are you only telling me this now?”

“I have no evidence. What I’m saying now is just speculation.”

Paige stood by the bed, placing her hand on his shoulder to guide him back down, speaking calmly, “Besides, didn’t some people say that your sister is mediocre and timid, and wouldn’t be capable of such things?”

Enrico was about to retort but suddenly understood. He looked at her with a smirk and said, “Paige, are you jealous?”

His woman was becoming more endearing.

“Not at all. I’m just struck by how well you know your sibling.”

“You’re definitely jealous.”

Enrico raised his hand to pinch her delicate chin and leaned in to kiss her with satisfaction. “Rest assured, besides you, no woman can catch my eye.”

“That’s quite an honor,” Paige replied with a forced smile.

“Indeed, it’s an honor I bestow upon you,” Enrico said with great pleasure.

“……”

Paige pushed him back onto the pillow, even considering inserting the oxygen tube so he wouldn’t be able to talk.

—

Three days later.

Paige had no idea what the weather outside was like; there had been rain at the private estate.

The misty rain enveloped the entire estate, reducing visibility significantly, but the strange flowers and plants in the fog were blooming even more beautifully. From the upper floors, the view looked like a fairyland.

Such an environment was perfect for retirement.

Paige felt like she was already living a retirement life. Holding a warm cup of water, she stood on the balcony, took a sip, and felt it warm her stomach.

Looking down, she saw Jaden kneeling on the ground in front of the building. His clothes were soaked through with rain, yet he remained kneeling upright, expressionless and resolute, but his occasional cough hinted that he was struggling.

Paige placed her cup aside, turned, and went inside. The room was empty.

That damn man…

Paige took a deep breath and went downstairs. Just as she rounded the staircase, she saw the person who was supposed to be resting in bed now standing in the hall, coldly asking Olivia for her whereabouts.

He was looking for her.

“Why are you out of bed again?” Paige asked, somewhat exasperated. He seemed to have no understanding of the concept of rest.

Seeing her, Enrico’s expression instantly softened. He smiled and walked toward her. “While I was resting, where did you run off to?”

The bruises on his face had faded significantly, and his handsome features were almost fully restored.

“I was on the balcony,” Paige replied. Enrico came over and embraced her, burying his face in her neck and inhaling her scent.

She had eaten a lot of sweets and smelled faintly of mint.

Paige let him hold her. Since Enrico returned from T Country, he seemed increasingly unable to be away from her. Even if she was just a little distance away, he would wake up and search for her.

“I said I would stay here until I die. I won’t leave. You’re always like this. When will your injuries ever heal?” Paige said with resignation as she leaned against his chest.

Olivia, seeing their affectionate interaction, chuckled softly and walked toward the kitchen.

“You’re the same,” Enrico said, releasing her.

“My injury is just a shoulder. It’s only one arm that can’t be lifted. You have multiple fractures. It’s not the same at all.”

“I don’t like lying down.” Enrico frowned. “Now I can walk without issues; I just need to go slowly.”

“Do you want Dr. Clinton to come and go over the recovery guidelines with you?” Paige asked.

“He wouldn’t dare lecture me in person.” Enrico said arrogantly.

“……”

Paige was at a loss for words.

“Master, Miss, please have some fruit.”

Olivia placed a plate of cut fruit on the coffee table by the door, facing the misty rain outside.

“Have some fruit,” Paige said, walking to the door and sitting down at the coffee table.

Enrico sat down opposite her. With a glance, he could see Jaden kneeling on the steps outside. The position and perspective…

He looked away, his eyes deepening as he stared at Paige. “Are you trying to plead for this traitor?”

The coffee table hadn’t originally been used for this purpose. Olivia wouldn’t have thoughtlessly placed the fruit plate on this priceless antique table.

Paige sat there, her gaze scanning the fruit plate. She used a fork to pick up a piece of apple and handed it to him, her expression indifferent. “I’d like to make a suggestion to help you calm down.”

Enrico leaned forward, taking a bite of the apple and flicking his tongue against her fingertips.

As he chewed the apple, he coldly said, “If he dared to act on his own, he should have expected this outcome. Besides, he can’t even capture Rachel. He’s useless. I can’t calm down.”

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Rachel seemed to have vanished into thin air.

“If you really want him to atone with his life, you wouldn’t have made him kneel here for three days,” Paige said, looking outside at Jaden, who was now swaying slightly.

“For you, I truly don’t care whether he lives or dies,” Enrico snorted.

“But he’s been kneeling right in front of me. I don’t feel much satisfaction. Shouldn’t revenge be more enjoyable?”

Paige looked at him and fed him a grape.

Enrico took the grape into his mouth, and Paige wiped the grape juice from the corner of his mouth with her fingertip. Her actions were naturally seductive, yet her face was pure, as if she were speaking to him casually.

Enrico’s throat tightened from her teasing. “I’ll listen.”

Hearing this, Paige smiled faintly and turned to Jaden, calling out, “Jaden, come here.”