The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“You don’t even know?” Rafael was taken aback.

“…”

Jaden fell silent, realizing that the boss had indeed been sharing less and less with him.

“Go and get Dr. Clinton,” Rafael said with concern. “With this conflict looming, he can’t be in this condition.”

Jaden nodded and was about to contact Dr. Clinton when Enrico suddenly opened his eyes. He looked much better, a fleeting look of confusion crossing his face as he glanced at the water bottle in his hand. Then he asked, “Have the bodyguards sent to control the old families arrived?”

“…”

Upon hearing this, Jaden and Rafael exchanged glances, both seeing the shock in each other’s eyes.

Hadn’t they already discussed this?

Weren’t they just talking about their plan failing, and the conglomerates already forming an alliance?

Why had Enrico’s memory jumped back to an earlier step?

“What’s wrong?” Enrico noticed something was off with the two of them and asked sternly.

Rafael rubbed his forehead, paused for a few seconds, and then casually asked, “Enrico, are you suggesting that even if the conglomerates have united, sending out the bodyguards won’t help?”

“The conglomerates have united? When did this happen?”

Enrico’s face instantly darkened, his eyes flashing with murderous intent as he glared at Jaden. “Such an important matter, and you didn’t report it? You let me send out all our men-you want me dead?”

“….”

Jaden stood outside the car, utterly stunned by Enrico’s words. His face turned pale, and he felt a chill run through his body.

The boss really couldn’t remember what had just happened.

How could this be?

The boss had always been in good health, so how could this happen so suddenly…

“Get Dr. Clinton, now!” Rafael ordered Jaden, his voice tinged with panic.

At this critical moment, Enrico absolutely could not afford to have any issues.

Enrico sat in the car, coldly glancing at Rafael and then at Jaden, who looked terrified. His grip on the water bottle tightened as he realized what was happening.

…

“Hallucinations, headaches, memory confusion… I didn’t expect all these symptoms to appear so quickly.”

On the silent tree-lined avenue, Enrico leaned weakly against the car, one hand in his pocket, listening coldly as Dr. Clinton spoke beside him.

Dr. Clinton was pale, wiping sweat from his forehead.

In the next moment, Enrico grabbed him by the collar, yanking him close with a fierce glare. “Didn’t you assure me I wouldn’t have an episode? Are you lying to me?”

Dr. Clinton was drenched in cold sweat, his breath shaky. “Mr. Gustin, I studied the disease in your mother’s family. There’s never been a case where all three symptoms appeared so quickly, especially not when you’re still on my medication.”

Hearing this, Enrico sneered, tightening his grip on Dr. Clinton’s collar. “What, are you going to praise me for being special?”

Something unprecedented had happened to him.

“That’s not what I meant.”

Dr. Clinton’s face was ashen. “It could be that your body is weak right now, and the constant stress is causing these symptoms to appear. You need to rest, and you probably can’t worry about the conglomerate issue anymore.”

Jaden, standing nearby, felt his face grow complicated at these words.

Can’t worry anymore?

But with the situation as it is, how can Mr. Gustin not worry?

Rafael, standing further away, hadn’t planned on interfering in Enrico’s health matters, but the pressure from the presidential office’s video conference was mounting. He needed to discuss things with Enrico before the meeting.

After some thought, Rafael walked back over, just in time to hear Dr. Clinton’s words, and his steps faltered. Then he hurried over, “What do you mean? Is Enrico about to have an episode?”

“…”

Dr. Clinton was still being held by Enrico, too terrified to answer lightly.

Enrico’s expression remained cold, his features hard as stone.

Rafael, seeing his silence, grew anxious. “Is there a way to treat it? This isn’t the time to be taking a break. If those conglomerates really find out you’re protecting that slum woman, they’ll definitely go after you.”

Dr. Clinton’s eyes widened with shock. The conglomerates already knew? They’ve joined forces? Then Mr. Gustin is…

Enrico stood by the car, a green leaf falling from the tree, landing gently on his shoulder.

He yanked Dr. Clinton closer, his voice icy, “What other medication do you have that can keep me clear-headed for a while longer?”

Hearing this, Dr. Clinton’s legs went weak. “Mr. Gustin, you absolutely cannot be thinking of doing anything big right now. You need to start treatment immediately. You need to stop thinking, asking, or doing anything. You need to rest in complete silence, without any disturbances. Otherwise… otherwise… I… I won’t be able to help you.”

Rafael, listening, felt a headache coming on.

Dr. Clinton dared not say more, but the message was clear.

Enrico stood there, processing the words, his hand on Dr. Clinton’s collar freezing. “What you’re saying is, even with medication, I don’t have any time left to be clear-headed.”

He’s about to have an episode.

He’s about to end up like his sister and mother-falling into madness, committing murder, and descending into hell.

Dr. Clinton lowered his head, forced to tell the truth. “Mr. Gustin, you know as well as I do that once the Davis family shows symptoms of memory confusion, no one has escaped it. Your sister had an episode the day after her symptoms appeared.”

By the end, his voice had grown quieter, afraid that Enrico might kill him in a fit of rage.

Enrico didn’t kill him. Instead, he released him and let out a self-deprecating laugh.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Indeed.

He still remembered that time when a servant had beaten him nearly to the point of breaking his leg, leaving him bedridden.

His sister had cried at his bedside, and in the middle of her sobs, she suddenly started calling out for their mother, wanting to return to the manor, believing she was still under their mother’s protection.

The next day, when the servant came back to finish off his leg, his sister had pushed them all out.

Later, he heard screams coming from the snow-covered courtyard.

The smell of blood drifted in with the snowflakes.

She had had an episode, killing all the servants at Rose Estate.

He never thought the same fate would befall him, catching him completely off guard.

“Dr. Clinton, as I understand it, both my mother and sister only had episodes after a major shock,” Jaden said, standing nearby.

The mother after the father’s mistress was brought home, and the sister after Mr. Gustin had his leg almost broken.

Dr. Clinton looked at him, his face pale. “Isn’t what Mr. Gustin is dealing with now shocking enough?”

Going against all the conglomerates, with the outcome unknown-any injury or setback in this process would be a shock.

The constant tension and emotional turmoil could trigger an episode at any moment.

“…”

Jaden fell silent.

“Is there no way to treat it?” Rafael asked Dr. Clinton.

“The AS schizophrenia gene is unique to the Davis family. This illness is extremely peculiar. The only way to manage it is to prevent any early symptoms from appearing.”