The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“Then I’m leaving now,” Dr. Farrar said as he packed up his medical kit. He turned to look at Enrico and then at Paige, hesitating as if he had something to say but wasn’t sure if he should.

“Is there something else?” Paige asked. “I can step out.”

Dr. Farrar seemed to have something that was inconvenient to say in front of her.

“Go ahead,” Enrico said, his arm around her waist, not even looking up. His hoarse voice carried a tone of authority.

Dr. Farrar glanced at Paige in surprise. It seemed this woman wasn’t simple, considering how much Mr. Gustin trusted her.

Dr. Farrar spoke, “Mr. Gustin, your current physical condition might affect your mental state. So, during your recovery, if you feel any discomfort, please contact me immediately.”

He wasn’t talking about Enrico’s injury but his AS schizophrenia.

Enrico smirked coldly. Could a mere arrow wound really trigger his illness?

Just as he was about to retort, Paige’s calm voice came from above him, “Is it that serious?”

Though her tone was even, Enrico detected concern in it. He pressed his thin lips together and said nothing.

Dr. Farrar was even more surprised at Paige’s knowledge of Enrico’s genetic condition. After a moment, he regained his composure and said, “As long as Mr. Gustin remains in good spirits, there shouldn’t be any problems.”

“Okay,” Paige nodded, indicating she understood.

After Dr. Farrar left, Paige looked down at the man still leaning against her. “You should rest in bed. If it hurts, lie on your side or face down.”

“It doesn’t hurt; I can bear it,” Enrico grunted but then groaned in pain, gritting his teeth to endure it.

“…”

Hearing this, Paige felt a pang in her heart. She gently stroked his head, trying to comfort him. “The wound will definitely hurt right after stitching, but it should feel better by tonight.”

Enrico remained motionless against her.

Paige took the black shirt Jaden handed her, draped it over Enrico’s shoulders, and asked, “Are you hungry? I can make some porridge for you.”

“You know how to make porridge?” Enrico’s voice was strained with pain.

“A little bit,” Paige replied. “Do you want some?”

This was the first time she had ever offered to cook for him.

The first time.

“Mm,” Enrico responded in a low voice.

“Let me help you lie down,” Paige offered.

Enrico shook his head. “No need, I’ll sit for a bit… Ah-”

Paige cautiously released him, instructing, “Then sit for a while before lying down.”

“Mm,” Enrico sat by the bed, head hanging down. His hair was damp with cold sweat, and he looked pale and weary.

This was the first time Paige had seen him so vulnerable, with even his shoulders slumped.

Once he was stable, Paige turned to leave the room. As soon as her figure disappeared at the door, Enrico straightened up, his eyes filled with a fierce light.

He unfolded the shirt, reached into the sleeve, and the movement caused his wound to throb, making the veins on his forehead bulge.

“Is the assassin dead?” Enrico asked coldly, buttoning up the shirt to cover his defined abs.

Though still pale, his eyes were cold and murderous, showing no trace of the previous vulnerability.

Enrico’s quick change of demeanor left Jaden awestruck. This was the real Enrico.

“No, he didn’t say much at first, but we used some methods during the interrogation. He confessed that Carl was behind it,” Jaden explained.

“And who was behind the incident in the lounge?” Enrico asked, his gaze darkening.

“We caught the person who locked the lounge. He also confessed that it was Carl. Despite us cutting off the Watson Family’s supply route, Carl still didn’t lay low and kept targeting Miss Paige,” Jaden said.

Enrico pressed on his shoulder, where the pain had flared, his eyes darkening. “No, there were two groups.”

One group wanted to stage an accidental killing, while the other wanted Paige dead.

Jaden was stunned by Enrico’s words. “But they didn’t seem to be lying. Could the other group be using Carl’s name?”

So, even the assassin didn’t know who his real employer was.

“Then control Carl first. If the Watson Family doesn’t know their place, they shouldn’t remain in the Capital,” Enrico’s voice was icy.

“I understand,” Jaden nodded, sighing inwardly. Carl had made the mistake of offending the Rose Estate’s lady, and now the entire Watson Family would pay the price.

“What’s the situation with the public opinion outside?” Enrico asked.

Jaden immediately commented, “Peak Club is completely on fire. After winning three matches in a row, the entire internet is questioning the legitimacy of Elite Club. Not only Capital University, but universities across the country are investigating the backgrounds of people associated with Elite Club. Two high-ranking members have already been exposed for falsifying their credentials.”

This matter had caused an online uproar.

Many former members of Elite Club held press conferences to prove their qualifications. Some even temporarily left the country.

Using a rivalry between two student organizations to spark a nationwide class debate was unprecedented. Paige’s ability was truly unparalleled.

Enrico remained silent. What she wanted, she achieved. He lost this bet.

Jaden added, “Also, your appearance has stirred speculation. Some even think you might be dissatisfied with the lower classes and are planning to take down Miss Paige.”

The rumors were getting more outrageous.

Enrico sneered, “Without me, this competition wouldn’t have reached such heights.”

As he finished speaking, footsteps could be heard outside.

Enrico quickly lay down on the bed, aggravating his newly stitched wound, causing him to sweat profusely and turn pale.

He curled up on the bed, returning to his previous pained and vulnerable state.

Jaden marveled at Enrico’s acting skills.

Paige entered the room, looking at Jaden. “Jaden, there’s no food in the kitchen. Who’s going to buy some?”

“I’ll go!” Jaden quickly volunteered, leaving the room in a hurry.

Paige looked at the man on the bed. Seeing that he looked worse than before, she approached and asked, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Enrico replied, though he looked like he was about to pass out.

Paige felt something was wrong. “I’ll have Jaden call Dr. Farrar back.”

As she turned to leave, her fingers were caught by a cold hand.

“Stay,” Enrico said, lying on his side, his eyes weakly looking at her.

Paige had no choice but to sit by the bed. Enrico wasn’t satisfied; he pulled her closer to the headboard and rested his head on her lap.

Paige allowed his childish behavior.

Enrico closed his eyes, his breathing heavy, his voice hoarse. “I nearly lost my life for you this time. How do you plan to repay me?”

“I’ll take an arrow for you,” Paige replied, slightly cold.

“Are you cursing me?” Enrico said, holding her hand around his neck. “Besides, who dares to harm me?”

“True,” Paige looked at her hand on his neck. With a slight force, she could kill him. Yet, he didn’t care.

This reminded her of Carrie leaning on her shoulder.

Did she also make him feel safe?

Paige pulled herself back to reality. “You should sleep. It’ll hurt less if you’re asleep.”

“You haven’t said how you’ll repay me,” Enrico persisted.

“What do you want me to do?” Paige looked down at him. If he dared to ask for anything indecent, she might send him to the afterlife.

“Swear you’ll never leave me,” Enrico mentioned it again.

Such a promise was too heavy. She couldn’t easily make it.

Paige didn’t want to lie to a man who took an arrow for her. After thinking for a moment, she said, “I have a more practical way to repay you.”© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“What is it?”

“Even though you lost the bet, I’m willing to go on vacation with you,” Paige said calmly. “We’ll go when you’re healed. How does that sound?”

Enrico was a bit annoyed that Paige refused to swear, but she still remembered their bet and accepted the condition of his loss. That actually sounds fucking good.

Resting his head on her lap, Enrico coldly said, “Even if you’re willing, I might not have the time.”

“I can wait for you,” Paige replied earnestly.

This woman, who wouldn’t bat an eye if the sky fell, said to him, “I can wait for you.”

Damn. That sounded good.

Enrico cleared his throat, pretending not to care. “We’ll see.”