The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

But who would have thought that, in her death, the ruthless person would not spare Molly…

For a moment, Kathy didn’t know what to choose.

“What exactly do you want to say?” Paige asked coldly.

Kathy looked up at her cautiously and said, “Our family has already faced retribution, and Molly has also lost the use of her legs. Do you… do you still hate us?”

Kathy asked tentatively.

“What do you think?”

Paige retorted coldly, her eyes devoid of any feelings for the Clarkes.

“…”

Kathy sat there, suddenly silent, realizing that even if she asked Paige for help, she might not receive it and might even cause further harm to Molly.

Even death was painful.

What should she do…

What should she do?

Paige stood there, observing Kathy’s expression, and slowly walked over. She placed her hands on the table, leaned forward, and looked at Kathy with icy eyes. “You won’t find anyone else to talk to.”

“What?” Kathy was stunned.

“Before the execution, there won’t be anyone else visiting you. If you have something to say, this is your last chance.”

Paige said each word deliberately.

Kathy was almost tempted to speak, her hands shackled together. She swallowed hard and asked, “Paige, could you call me ‘Mom’ one last time?”

If Paige agreed, it would mean she hadn’t completely lost her feelings for the Clarkes, and perhaps she could help Molly.

Hearing this, Paige’s gaze froze momentarily, then she sneered, “I can’t bear your maternal love.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“…”

Kathy stared at her in despair.

She wouldn’t help Molly; she wouldn’t.

“If you don’t want to speak, then keep it buried inside you.”

Paige said indifferently, straightening up from the table and turning to leave.

As she walked a few steps, she glanced back to see Kathy still sitting at the table, her hands tightly clasped, her pale face filled with helplessness and despair…

This woman had once embodied all Paige’s expectations for family.

In the end, all of it was withdrawn.

Paige felt that Kathy had something more to say, but her reaction made it impossible for Kathy to speak freely.

No matter what, that ‘Mom’ could never be said.

Paige stood there, watching Kathy, reflecting on her past, piece by piece, like tape being pulled out and slowly torn apart.

In the end, nothing was left.

Paige didn’t look back again and walked out determinedly.

The corridor seemed endless, with cold buildings on one side and a vast area with high iron fences on the other.

The wind in the prison carried a sense of solemnity.

Paige walked forward step by step, encountering two guards escorting a man in a short-sleeved gray prison uniform.

The man, around 27 or 28 years old, had a well-defined face under his short hair but sported two intimidating scars. His lips were pressed into a thin line, and he dragged his feet shackled, with his hands hanging in front of him, his right wrist adorned with a silver electronic bracelet.

Time seemed to slow down.

As they passed by, the man glanced up and, upon seeing Paige, his eyes flashed with surprise but quickly looked away, pretending not to see anything.

Paige walked past them, clenching her hands tightly at her sides.

“Hello.”

Paige turned around and greeted them with a smile.

The man being escorted stiffened, and the two guards turned around, their faces masked, looking at her with confusion.

Paige took out her work ID. “Hello, I’m with the Public Law Council. I’m here to deliver some documents to the prison today.”

The Public Law Council does send some documents to the prison, but she had never come before.

The guards looked at her ID and, seeing she was from the Public Law Council, became polite. “Oh, you’re from the Public Law Council. You’re quite young to be with the Public Law Council. Your future is promising.”

“Thank you.”

Paige smiled, looking exceptionally pure and friendly.

One of the guards suddenly recognized her. “I know you; you’re that student who was on TV. You’re quite impressive.”

The two guards chatted with her warmly, while the man in the middle stood with his head down, as if he hadn’t heard or seen anything.

“Who is this…”

Paige glanced casually at the man, feigning curiosity.

“This is a new law, isn’t it? This is an escapee from the slums, sentenced to death. We’re taking him for his last meal,” the guard explained.

A death sentence?

To be carried out today?

Paige clenched her slender fingers tighter, but kept a calm expression, smiling, “How coincidental. Ms. Beatrice is asking me to write a report on the slums. It would be a pity if I couldn’t get a bit of time to interview him during his meal.”

“This is an escapee from the slums; you’re still young, you’d better not get involved,” the guard said, pointing to his mask, as if the man was a source of infection.

“It’s fine. I just want to do a report. If you could spare me a little time during his meal, it won’t delay you.”

Paige smiled.

The Public Law Council has a strong influence domestically, and the guards didn’t want to offend its people. Seeing Paige as a young girl who posed no threat, they said, “Alright, but we can’t talk for too long; the execution will be soon.”

“Okay.” Paige nodded.

The man being escorted kept his head down, seemingly indifferent to the commotion.

Paige followed the guards to a small room with walls on all sides, containing only a table with a bowl of noodles, cold and without any steam.

This was the man’s last meal.

Paige glanced at it, took out a thick wad of cash from her bag, and handed it to the guards. “Could you possibly get him a better meal?”

“You’re still buying him a meal?” the guard asked mockingly.

“I’m interviewing him, so consider it an interview fee.”

Paige smiled, directly shoving the money into one of the guards’ hands. “Buy a chicken leg or something, have a decent meal.”

The stack of money was so thick that, although it was meant to cover the meal, it was enough to buy something extravagant. It was obvious who the leftover money was for.

“Alright, you’re a kind soul. Since we have a little time left, I’ll get him something better.”

With that, one of the guards cheerfully walked out with the thick stack of cash.

“You’re lucky. Even at the end, you get a decent meal and get to meet such a beautiful young lady.”

The other guard pushed the man firmly into the chair at the table and warned, “Don’t cause trouble at the last minute.”

He then handed Paige a mask and, understanding her purpose, turned and walked out, standing outside the door to allow her free access for the interview.

Paige glanced at the guard but didn’t take the mask. Instead, she sat down in the chair opposite the man and looked at him intently.

The man slowly raised his head, his eyes meeting hers, and they immediately filled with tears.

A moment later, he smiled gently, “Long time no see, Little Paige.”