The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

As expected, standing at the door was Enrico.

With his hands in his pockets, Enrico slowly walked towards Kevin.

Kevin removed his apron, his gaze showing no signs of backing down.

Their eyes met.

Tension filled the air.

“You’re leaving in three days, right?” Enrico slightly raised his chin, breaking the silence first. He could endure for three days.

“Mr. Gustin really hopes I leave, doesn’t he?” Kevin smirked, his tone laced with provocation. “And what if I decide not to?”

The moment he asked, Kevin could clearly sense Enrico’s hostility towards him.

This caught him off guard.

Could it be that even with his memory loss, Enrico still had feelings for Paige? No, that couldn’t be. It was impossible.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

But Enrico’s next words confirmed his suspicions.

“Then I’ll make you leave,” Enrico said nonchalantly, as if he were merely inviting Kevin to a meal.

Hearing this, Kevin’s expression froze for a moment before he chuckled. “I didn’t expect Mr. Gustin, at just nine years old, to already know how to wield his power so well.”

“I haven’t used it yet, but I can give it a try,” Enrico said, locking eyes with Kevin.

Kevin smiled, his gaze condescending, like he was looking at a child. “Children shouldn’t play adult games lightly, especially ones they don’t understand.”

His words had a double meaning, referring both to power and to emotions.

This look made Enrico uncomfortable. He clenched his fists, coldly staring at the man in front of him for a long time before directly tearing off his mask of politeness. “You have feelings for Paige.”

Kevin was taken aback again, surprised at how perceptive Enrico was. “You could tell?”

All his efforts to hide it were in vain.

Of course, Enrico thought. After all those basic-level videos, did Kevin think he was blind?

Seeing that Kevin didn’t deny it, Enrico’s gaze grew even colder.

Kevin didn’t bother to sugarcoat things, instead casually touching his leg as he spoke. “Since you’ve noticed, I won’t hide it anymore. I didn’t have these thoughts before because I knew I wasn’t worthy.”

Enrico’s eyes fell on his leg, but he didn’t notice anything unusual.

“Prosthetic limb,” Kevin revealed, then continued, “But after seeing you like this, I changed my mind. If someone like you can get a chance, why shouldn’t I try too?”

These words were nothing short of a declaration of war.

“What’s wrong with someone like me?” Enrico countered.

“You…” Kevin was just about to speak when Paige, back from her morning run, entered the kitchen, smiling. “I could smell that familiar aroma and knew you were cooking again… Enrico? You’re already up?”

Paige walked in, taking off her earphones, surprised to see Enrico in the kitchen.

Enrico glanced at her running outfit, his face darkening. “You didn’t wait for me to run?”

Kevin shows up, and now she doesn’t wait for him?

“I saw you didn’t sleep well last night, so I thought I’d let you rest a bit more today. I didn’t expect you to wake up so early,” Paige explained.

“Well then, let’s have breakfast first,” Kevin’s voice softened considerably when he spoke to Paige. He picked up two plates from the counter, saying, “Your favorite fried eggs, seven-minute cooked, soft yolk.”

“Tha…” Paige began to thank him but stopped when she noticed there were only two plates, and no more on the counter. She looked at Kevin questioningly.

Kevin remained calm, explaining, “Mr. Gustin said he didn’t like my cooking. Maybe your chef can make him something else later. For now, we can…”

Before he could finish, both plates were snatched away.

Enrico grabbed the plates and tossed them, food and all, into the nearby trash bin.

“…”

Paige was stunned, her lips slightly parted.

“What are you doing?” Kevin was equally shocked, staring at him in disbelief.

Enrico stood there, unbothered. “I don’t like it.”

“You can’t just…”

“Paige said that whatever I like to eat, she’ll give me. By the same logic, if I don’t like something, I don’t have to eat it. And if I don’t like what she’s eating, she won’t eat it either,” Enrico said, turning to Paige. “Is that right?”

She couldn’t exactly disagree.

Paige looked from the golden fried eggs in the trash to Kevin’s darkened face, then quietly stepped forward, pulling Enrico behind her. She smiled apologetically at Kevin. “I’m sorry, I was just trying to make him feel more comfortable. I didn’t expect this to happen. How about I make breakfast instead?”

“…”

Kevin held back his frustration, but when he glanced up, he saw Enrico standing behind Paige, raising his eyebrows and smirking at him, clearly a provocation.

Kevin couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Was he really just nine years old?

What kind of nine-year-old would pull a move like that?

Of course, Paige wasn’t going to make breakfast, and in the end, a chef was called to prepare a meal for everyone.

The three of them sat at the table.

Paige spread jam on a piece of toast and handed it to Enrico, then twisted open a bottle of yogurt and placed it in front of him. Enrico took it naturally and started eating, sneaking a smug glance at Kevin.

“…”

Kevin sat there, watching as Paige hadn’t eaten anything herself but had already prepared a pile of food for Enrico.

And Enrico showed no intention of refusing, making it clear this wasn’t the first time they’d followed this pattern.

Kevin, feeling both sour and heartbroken, picked up a boiled egg, cracked it, peeled the shell, and placed it on Paige’s plate.

Enrico’s eyes darkened as he bit into his toast, just about ready to throw it away, but Kevin spoke first. “You don’t raise a son like this. Doesn’t he need to eat for himself?”

“…”

Enrico froze.

“I’m happy to,” Paige shrugged, laughing lightly as she spread another piece of toast for Enrico.

“You’re happy to do a lot, aren’t you? Back then, you were so happy that you even took down my family’s ancestral plaque,” Kevin said with a smile as he added more hot milk to Paige’s cup.

“That’s because you wouldn’t go see a doctor. I couldn’t convince you, so I had no choice but to force you,” Paige recalled with a laugh, thinking of their time on the southern border.

When Paige reached the southern border, she discovered Kevin had been neglecting his health, even wearing his prosthetic until his leg was swollen, all to avoid seeing a doctor.

“You sure made a name for yourself with that one. Everyone in the Lautners family knows I have to listen to you,” Kevin shrugged with a laugh.

“I never wanted to be your boss,” Paige replied, turning to Enrico. Seeing he wasn’t eating, she asked, “What’s wrong? Lost your appetite? Or do you want something else?”

“Eat this,” Enrico pushed his plate of jam-covered toast towards her.

Kevin glanced at it and said, “She doesn’t like strawberry jam. She prefers blueberry. Looks like Mr. Gustin doesn’t know anything after losing his memory.”

“…”

Enrico froze even more.