The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige looked at him. As expected, he knew. She had sensed something strange in his behavior tonight.

Calmly, she replied, “You’re resourceful and capable. How could I dare trust anyone else’s word? If I failed to kill you, I’d only end up harming myself.”

“You don’t want to kill me.” Enrico spoke slowly, each word deliberate.

“Jeremy must have offered you tremendous benefits to kill me, ensuring you’d have nothing to lose. With your nature, you could have easily found a way to take me by surprise, but you didn’t.” “It’s simply because you don’t want to kill me,” he said clearly, his voice piercing the quiet night.

She was seen through.

“Yeah, I never thought of harming you,” Paige admitted. She was lying uncomfortably on the steps and tried to push him away. His chest, hard as a rock, blocked her completely.

“Why?” Enrico asked, his eyes filled with some unfathomable emotion. “Do you pity me? Do you pity a man with a mental illness?”

“No,” she denied.

“Then why? Have you fallen for me and can’t bear to kill me?”

It seemed he wouldn’t let this go without an answer. Paige looked at him with some difficulty. “Not that either. Can you let me sit up? It’s tiring like this.”

Enrico gazed at her for a long moment before releasing her and sitting back.

Paige sat up, hugging her knees. Her tone was calm as she said, “No one in this world is completely healthy. A fever or a cold is an illness, and so is a mental disorder. There’s no difference, and nothing to pity.”

Enrico let out a bitter laugh. “A fever or a cold? You’re comparing AS to a common cold?”

“Aren’t they the same?”

“I grew up hearing the servants call me a little lunatic, a nutcase.” Enrico’s voice was low. “Even my sister was terrified of this illness. She always told me to be kind, thinking that if I were, the illness wouldn’t make me violent. But in the end, such a kind person still ended up killing. And now you’re telling me it’s like a cold?” Enrico laughed mockingly.

“They’re both illnesses. I don’t understand how they’re different,” Paige said, genuinely puzzled. She truly believed there was no difference between a mental disorder and a fever.

Enrico sat in the darkness, his eyes filled with shock. She was the first person to ever tell him this.

Paige felt the intensity of his gaze and turned her face away, looking at the garden in the night. Suddenly, a thought occurred to her, and she couldn’t help but ask, “Did you make me take birth control pills because you were worried this illness might be hereditary?” She had thought it was simply because he didn’t want her to have his child. But now, it seemed there was another reason.

“What else? To have a child with the same AS gene? I don’t want my child to go through what I did.”

She had to admit, Enrico’s decision was wise. If their child inherited his genes and struggled with the same inner demons, it would be a lifelong burden. Plus, she had no intention of having his child anyway. So taking birth control was the safest and most beneficial option for both of them.

“Is there no cure for this illness?” Paige skipped the topic of children and asked.

“If there was, wouldn’t I have cured it?” Enrico replied.

“But there must be people in the Davis family who lived their whole lives without an episode, right?” Paige asked.

Hearing this, Enrico’s gaze deepened. “Yes, there are those who never had an episode. As long as they don’t have one, they’re no different from normal people.”

“Then there you go,” Paige said, looking at his profile. “You’ve been through all kinds of stress and what could possibly trigger you now? If that’s the case, you’re not really a patient. There’s no need to overthink it.”

Enrico suddenly laughed at her words. “Are you trying to comfort me?”

Paige pressed her lips together, realizing she was indeed comforting him.

She looked up at the dark sky. “It’s late. Let’s go to bed. I have school tomorrow.”All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

As Paige stood up and turned to leave, Enrico’s deep voice sounded behind her, “I’ll remove all surveillance from Rose Estate and around you.”

Paige stopped, surprised. She turned back to see Enrico already standing up from the steps, walking towards her.

“If I ever feel like I’m about to have an episode, I’ll let you go. But for now, you can’t leave me. If you try, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

Leaning against the door, Paige looked at him and thought for a moment. “Fine, I promise you that if I decide to leave, I’ll tell you first. I won’t sneak away. That’s my bottom line.”

Enrico scrutinized her deeply, deciding she was telling the truth. “Alright, but even if I didn’t agree, you wouldn’t get away.”

He pressed his forehead against hers, his breath, tinged with the smell of tobacco, brushing across her face. His voice was low and husky, “So, little one, are you still mad at me?”

Paige turned her face to leave, but Enrico immediately raised his hand to block her way. “My mood hasn’t been this good in a long time. So tonight, don’t sleep. Keep me company.”

“What?” Paige looked up in astonishment, but before she could protest, Enrico lifted her up. He carried her inside, kissing her…

…

The next morning.

Sitting at the dining table, Paige’s mind felt foggy and sluggish.

Enrico, on the other hand, was sitting across from her, full of energy and in an exceptionally good mood.

“Don’t go to school today. Just stay home and sleep,” Enrico suggested, not understanding why she was so eager to go to school. Wouldn’t staying home and relaxing be much better?

“I have my first exam for law school in a few days. I need to study,” Paige replied.

“You spent three years in the slums. How do you expect to do well in law school? Just stay home and sleep,” Enrico dismissed her efforts, not to belittle her, but because he doubted she could master the long, boring legal texts in such a short time. An exam? She’d probably hand in a blank paper.

Hearing this, Paige couldn’t help but look at him, her gaze cold. “When I came out of the slums, the Clarkes looked down on me too, thinking I was still their weak and useless little adopted daughter.”

“And then?” Enrico stared at her.

“And then I sent them to prison.”

Enrico, in the middle of eating, nearly choked on his food.

“I’m done eating. I’m going to school.” Paige stood up, grabbed her bag, and left.

Enrico sat there, gulping down water. After a moment, he smirked and laughed to himself. “Jaden!” Enrico called out.

Jaden immediately entered the room, lowering his head and standing by. “Boss?”

“Check the date when the law school exam results come out. If she doesn’t do well, find a way to change her scores. I don’t want her coming back all upset.”

Enrico wasn’t sure why Paige was so confident about acing the exam, so he planned to cover for her if she didn’t do well.

“Yes,” Jaden replied, feeling a bit helpless.