The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“Pets?”

Enrico’s expression darkened slightly as he considered this suggestion.

“It makes sense,” Jaden chimed in from the side. “Pets are very healing. I remember reading online about cases where people with depression improved after getting a pet.”

“She doesn’t have depression.”

She’s just in a bad mood. How could she have depression because of another man?

Enrico’s eyes turned cold as he glared at Jaden.

Jaden lowered his head, not daring to make a sound.

“Jaden’s right. Pets can indeed bring joy.” Dr. Farrar said from where he stood. “The Miss is feeling down right now. A bit of novelty might help distract her.”

“So, what kind of pet should we get?” Enrico asked.

“One that is gentle and cute,” Dr. Farrar answered immediately.

“……”

Gentle and cute pets.

Enrico sat there, hands clasped, his fingertips tracing the tattoo on his hand as he fell into deep thought.

……

When the phone vibrated, Paige was still lying in bed, groggy and unaware of the time.

The room was empty, with newly arranged fresh flowers on the cabinet giving off a natural fragrance that masked the sickly smell she brought with her.

Paige lay in bed, her head feeling very heavy. She reached for her phone.

It was a text from Kevin.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

She had asked him to investigate the whereabouts of Arjun’s girlfriend and the wealthy heir. Kevin replied that his subordinates had found them and were tracking their movements, asking her to wait a bit longer.

Kevin advised her not to be too upset; dead people cannot come back to life.

“……”

Of course, she knew that dead people couldn’t come back to life. It was precisely because she knew this that she urged herself to move forward relentlessly, not looking back.

But not looking back didn’t mean that nothing had happened. She was human, too, with emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

Paige replied to Kevin with a simple “Okay.”

She struggled to sit up in bed. As soon as she moved, the dizziness made the whole room spin, causing her to fall back onto the bed.

So dizzy.

Paige tried to press her head, and the door opened from the outside.

Enrico, dressed in loungewear, leaned against the doorframe. The comfortable gray color made him look less severe than usual. His short hair was less tidy than when he was out. With his hands in his pockets, he appeared quite relaxed.

Seeing her eyes open, Enrico’s gaze softened. “You’re awake?”

“Mm.”

Paige responded weakly, “Did you not go to the consortium again today?”

Actually, she didn’t have much to do.

Enrico walked over to her, leaned down, and ruffled her hair. Then, he placed his palm on her forehead. “Alright, the fever’s gone. Do you want to get up? Lying in bed all day isn’t comfortable.”

Seeing that he seemed to be avoiding the consortium’s affairs to stay with her, Paige nodded. “Mm.”

“Come on.”

Enrico picked her up from the bed.

Paige took a moment to steady herself, and when her dizziness subsided, he carried her and didn’t sit her by the bed but rather on his lap.

Enrico held her like a child, one arm around her waist and the other picking up the slippers from the floor to put them on her. “Let’s go. I’ve chosen a few pets for you. Go downstairs and take a look, and pick one to keep.”

“Pets?”

Paige was puzzled.

Why was he buying pets for her?

Enrico put her shoes on and didn’t let her down, carrying her towards the door.

When they reached the front door, the glaring sunlight came in. Paige saw Jaden, Olivia, and Dr. Farrar standing at the bottom of the steps, with several bodyguards also in the courtyard. She tried to push Enrico and get down from his arms.

Enrico frowned. “Your foot injury isn’t healed yet. You can’t walk.”

“How can I see the pets if you’re holding me?” Paige asked.

In the courtyard, there were several box-like objects, covered with dark cloths, making it hard to see inside.

These must be the pets he mentioned.

Enrico glanced at her, seemingly agreeing with her point. He carried her out of the gate and then set her down, lifting her right leg so that her injured foot could rest on his shoe.

Her foot, along with her shoe, was entirely on his.

“Don’t put any weight on that foot.”

Enrico looked at her.

“……”

Paige thought this wasn’t ideal, but Enrico’s expression clearly didn’t allow for refusal, so she had no choice but to comply.

“Let’s see the pets.”

Enrico took her hand.

Jaden and Dr. Farrar stood to the side, their expressions hard to describe.

Paige glanced at them and suddenly felt that these pets might not be the kind she was expecting.

Suddenly, a fierce screech came from under the cloth, piercing the quiet air and carrying far.

“Look at this.”

Enrico ripped the cloth off the nearest box.

Instead of a box, it was a stainless steel cage, inside of which stood a gray-white bird with a fierce, intimidating gaze.

Was this… a hawk?

“How about this? Do you like it?” Enrico asked.

“……”

Jaden and Dr. Farrar stood behind, their mouths twitching, unable to speak.

They swore they had no idea Mr. Gustin would choose these kinds of pets.

Paige turned her pale face toward Enrico, only asking after confirming he wasn’t joking, “You call a hawk a pet?”

A hawk is one of the most ferocious animals in the wild, right?

“They said it had to be a gentle one, so I took a long time to find a white one.”

Enrico said.

He couldn’t just pick any parrot from the pet market as a substitute.

“……”

So, the definition of gentle is just having white fur.

Paige finally understood.

“……”

Jaden watched Paige’s speechless face, feeling embarrassed and wishing he could dig a dungeon for Mr. Gustin.

Before Paige could say anything, the hawk in the cage flapped its wings angrily, looking as if it might attack at any moment.

Seeing this, Enrico’s face darkened, and he covered the cloth back over the cage. “This one won’t do. Next.”

He was about to pick her up again, but Paige quickly stopped him. With one foot on the ground and one on his shoe, she moved forward a couple of steps and said, “It’s not too painful anymore.”

“Really?” Enrico wasn’t convinced.

“It’s just a sprain,” she wasn’t that delicate.

Seeing that her face showed no signs of pain, Enrico didn’t pick her up. He led her to the next cage and opened it.

This time, instead of a fierce beast, it was a small animal with pure white fur and black eyes, lazily stretching inside the cage, melting hearts with its cuteness.

Paige looked at it, then turned to look at Enrico silently. After a few seconds, she said, “A lion?”

As a pet?

“A white lion, African lion, only two months old. Isn’t it very gentle?” Enrico asked.

“……”

Paige didn’t know what to say.

Seeing her not very pleased, Enrico decided to have the bodyguards uncover the remaining cages.

White cranes, white tigers, white leopards, purebred white cats, pure white snow mastiffs… and so on.

Whatever was rare, he picked it. The only thing that indicated gentleness was not the breed but the two words-juvenile and white.