The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

At that moment, Enrico really wanted to bite her neck artery, but he didn’t. Instead, he got out of bed and carried her, cradling her in his arms, and took her to the bathroom to clean up.

Considering her sleepiness, he didn’t turn on the lights, carefully avoiding obstacles along the way.

Paige leaned against his arm, too tired to wake up.

Enrico’s wet hands gently wiped her face. As he did, she stirred slightly, her lips brushing against his palm, a touch that was almost a kiss, making his throat tighten.

Heartless woman.

He’d been angry all day, and now he had to serve her.

Enrico stared at her but couldn’t help brushing his palm over her lips several times, waiting for an inadvertent kiss.

He lowered his head, his face grazing her lips.

“Enrico, stop it. Just sleep,” she murmured softly in his ear, causing him to feel completely melted.

He really should hang her up and give her a good beating.

Make her understand the consequences of hanging up on him.

Enrico glared at her, then pressed his lips to hers, his voice unexpectedly gentle, “You sleep. I’ll clean you up and then carry you back.”

—

**Capital University, Peak Club, Minister’s Office**

Paige sat at her desk, the computer screen lit up. On the desk was a ten-centimeter square stone slab, and she was holding a carving pen, practicing her sculpting skills.

The craft was indeed challenging, and she had ruined several stone slabs already.

She wondered if all this effort would please Enrico when the time came.

“Knock knock.”

The door was knocked on.

Paige put the pen and stone slab into a drawer. Before she could say “Come in,” Nick burst in, beaming with excitement. “Paige, let’s have dinner together tonight! I’ve opened a bar. Come support it.”

“You, a college student, opened a bar?” Paige looked at him.

“You, a college student, want to be a legislator. Carrie, a college student, is a big star. And who else…” Nick argued confidently, standing there, “Why can’t I open a bar?”

“Looks like I’m paying you too much.”

So you have money to open a bar, Paige commented.

“Hehe.” Nick laughed a couple of times. “Come on, come on. I opened the bar to have a place for Peak Club gatherings in the future. Isn’t it better to have our own place? We can do whatever we want.”

“…”

That’s quite a lot of thinking.

Paige glanced at the time in the lower-right corner of her computer screen. Since that night when Enrico came home late, he had been working late continuously. He came back around midnight, and she would be dragged out of sleep, only to have him fall asleep with his back to her after a bout of passion.

It was probably going to be the same tonight.

“Okay,” Paige said.

“YES!”

Nick was thrilled and pumped his fist.

Paige sat there, and suddenly a news alert popped up on her computer screen-

**[Malik’s Wife Kathy’s Intentional Manslaughter Case Finalized, Execution Date Set]**

Seeing this news, Paige paused and clicked on it. The execution date was set for one week from now.

Susan’s death finally had retribution.

Paige read the news for a while, then suddenly stood up and grabbed the car keys nearby.

“Paige?” Nick, about to leave, looked at her in confusion.

“I have something to do. You all go ahead to the bar. I’ll come later.”

With that, Paige walked out, not looking back.

Nick stood there for a moment, suddenly realizing he hadn’t given her the address. Where was she going to?

Oh well, he would call later.

—

The prison in the Capital was quite remote, surrounded by nothing but barren land, with high walls and electric fences, locking up the inmates inside.

In the cold visiting room, Paige sat in a light-colored dress, her long hair simply tied up, revealing a fair, innocent face with clean, clear eyes that showed some meekness but, upon closer inspection, were full of unshakable determination.

This was a “well-behaved” girl who couldn’t be easily swayed.

Death row inmates have one last opportunity for a family visit before their execution, but Kathy had no one to visit her.

Paige submitted an application outside, which Kathy had approved.

Thus, the meeting took place.

Paige sat quietly. After a long while, there was movement, and she looked up indifferently to see Kathy, in gray prison clothes with handcuffs and leg irons, being brought out by a guard.

The leg irons dragged on the ground with a clanking sound.

Pale, emaciated, with graying hair and covered in wrinkles, Kathy looked like she was aging visibly, as if the word “death” was carved on her face.

Seeing Paige, Kathy’s eyes reddened, her gaze shaken. She controlled her emotions as she sat down across from Paige at the long table, her voice hoarse, “I didn’t expect you would come to see me.”

Paige sat there, her eyes cold as she looked at Kathy. “I’ve paid for your last meal before execution. It’s a bowl of sweet dumplings.”

“…”

Kathy stared at her blankly.

“Susan made a pot of sweet dumplings before she died.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Paige spoke slowly, still not forgetting the sight of Susan dying for her.

Lying in a pool of blood, with no more life left.

She wanted Kathy to eat the sweet dumplings and atone for her sins.

Hearing this, Kathy’s eyes reddened further, her voice trembling as she asked, “Did she take care of you for a long time? You care so much about her. I…”

“You share the same surname. She took care of me for a shorter time than you did,” Paige said coldly. “But from her, I saw what a mother should be.”

“…”

Kathy was left speechless, her eyes only growing redder as she looked at Paige.

“Alright, I’ve said what I needed to say.”

Paige had come today just to pay for one meal. After speaking, she stood up.

Kathy’s gaze shifted, stopping her, “Paige…”

Paige looked at her coldly. Kathy stiffly moved her lips. “Molly…”

“She’s alone and has lost her legs. She’s already gone to Wind Island,” Paige told her indifferently. “Don’t be sad. Maybe she’ll survive.”

Her words were somewhat heartless.

“No, Molly…”

Kathy urgently tried to speak. Since entering prison, she had received photos of Molly being imprisoned. If she revealed that the accident was orchestrated, Molly would face torture and death.

Paige stood there, looking at her coldly. “Molly doesn’t really have anything?”

“I…” Kathy was somewhat mute, looking at Paige, unsure if she should seek help.

This was the only person she could see before her death.

But Paige wouldn’t save Molly. If she didn’t help, Molly would still die.