The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Kevin, having known Paige since their time in the slums, understood her personality and knew the kind of life she preferred.

“Kevin, once I’ve made a decision, I don’t change it.” Paige took the medical report back from him, clutching it tightly to her chest.

The cool breeze from the stream before the mountain brought a chill.

“Is it because of these medical reports?” Kevin asked, “Do you feel indebted to Enrico for the severe injuries he suffered for you? If that’s the case, I can talk to him. If he agrees to let you leave, I’m willing to give him the intelligence network of the Lautners.”

That was quite a generous offer, wasn’t it?

Feeling a bit tired, Paige sat down on a nearby rock.

Kevin sat down beside her, his eyes fixed on her, waiting for her answer.

“Kevin, do you still not have a girlfriend?” Paige asked, turning her gaze to him.

“…”

Kevin looked embarrassed by the question. He pointed to his prosthetic leg and replied self-deprecatingly, “Isn’t it obvious? Who would want someone like me?”

“You’re the leader of the Lautners, and you’re saying something like that?” Paige smiled slightly. “But it’s understandable since you don’t have a girlfriend, you wouldn’t get it.”

“…”

So now you’re a relationship expert?

“I used to think like you,” Paige continued, “Enrico saved me from Wind Island, so I owed him one. He pumped my stomach in time, so I owed him another. He took an arrow for me, so I owed him yet another. I was just waiting for the day when he’d be in trouble so I could repay him.”

She looked at the mountainside and said, “But this time, when I saw him appear before me covered in wounds, I realized that things between a man and a woman don’t work like that.”

“Then how do they work?”

“What he wants isn’t just for me to repay him. He wants my heart; he wants me to belong to him and him alone. The only way to truly repay him is to give him that.”

Paige had come to understand this and was willing to do so.

Kevin sat beside her, gazing at her pale face as she stared resolutely at the mountainside. Once she decided to do something, no one could sway her.

“You’re willing to do this because you don’t just see him as someone who saved your life,” he said, cutting to the heart of the matter.

Paige nodded, smiling softly. “I think you’re right.”

“…”

Seeing her so readily admit it, Kevin’s eyes darkened, and he quickly looked away without saying anything.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Kevin, thank you for coming all this way to save me. But this isn’t the right situation for you to get involved in. The sooner you leave, the better,” Paige said earnestly, turning her gaze back to him.

“I’ll stay at a hotel for now, waiting for you to change your mind.” Kevin stood up, his expression serious. “I can’t accept that you’ll be a caged bird for the rest of your life.”

“Kevin…” Paige frowned.

“And I don’t believe you can easily forget everything about the slums. Can you really trust someone else to rebuild the slums if you don’t do it yourself?” Kevin stood there, speaking each word clearly.

Paige’s throat tightened. “I’m supposed to be dead now.”

As a dead person, there were too many things she couldn’t do.

“If he’s letting you live, why can’t he let you live freely?” Kevin asked, his voice heavy. “Are you really willing to accept this imprisoned relationship just because he was seriously injured?”

“Kevin.” Paige’s face turned cold. “You can’t speak ill of him.”

“…”

Kevin’s expression froze, then he smiled bitterly.

So she’s already defending him?

From the moment she said she cared about Enrico, Kevin should have known this day would come.

He took a step back, his movements stiff, and said, “Paige, if you ever want to come back, I’ll be in the Sanctum. I bet you won’t stay a caged bird for long.”

With that, Kevin turned and left.

“…”

Paige watched his retreating figure, gradually lowering her gaze.

If she had a choice, she certainly wouldn’t want to be a caged bird.

But now, did she really have a choice? If she left now, how could she ever face Enrico, knowing the extent of his injuries?

…

An endless ocean.

A constantly rocking cargo ship.

A vast black void swallowing everything, making it impossible to see, yet the feeling of death and despair was all too clear.

“Paige!” Enrico suddenly woke up, drenched in sweat, his heart pounding violently. His eyes snapped open, bloodshot and filled with a deep, bone-chilling fear.

“Mr. Gustin,” Dr. Clinton, who had been sitting nearby, quickly stood and approached the bed.

Enrico sat up abruptly, too fast for Dr. Clinton to stop him in time.

A sharp pain shot through his chest. Enrico pressed his hand against it, his bruised lips turning even darker. He looked toward the door and saw Paige leaning against the doorway, smiling at him. She was wearing a knee-length, pale pink dress, her exposed arms even fairer than milk.

Enrico’s breathing immediately calmed, and he smiled. “What are you doing standing there?”

Why wasn’t she coming over?

“…”

Dr. Clinton stood there, his body stiffening at those words. He mechanically turned his head to follow Enrico’s gaze.

The doorway was empty.

No one was there.

Enrico, still sitting on the bed, blinked. When he opened his eyes again, the image of Paige at the door dissipated like a shadow, leaving only emptiness.

His gaze froze, and he turned to meet Dr. Clinton’s shocked expression.

For a moment, the room was so silent it was suffocating, the air thick with awkwardness.

Dr. Clinton swallowed with difficulty, carefully choosing his words. “Mr. Gustin, when did you start having hallucinations? Was this the first time, or…?”

Before he could finish, Enrico grabbed his collar, pulling him close, his eyes filled with fury. “Treat me!”

The IV needle in Enrico’s hand wobbled as he held the doctor.

“…”

Dr. Clinton was nearly choking.

“I can’t have a relapse!” Enrico’s grip tightened. “Do you hear me?”

In the past, he had almost wished for a relapse, but not now.

That woman had just started showing affection for him-he couldn’t turn into a madman now!

“…”

Dr. Clinton’s face turned purple from the lack of air.

Enrico glared at him, then loosened his grip slightly. Dr. Clinton gasped for air, quickly nodding. “I understand, Mr. Gustin. I’ll do everything in my power to make sure it doesn’t happen.”

Only after receiving this assurance did Enrico release him, his voice cold. “Don’t tell Paige about this.”

“Yes, sir,” Dr. Clinton replied, head lowered.

“Where is she?” Enrico suddenly asked, his voice tinged with panic.

“The young lady stepped out, probably because it was too stuffy in the room,” Dr. Clinton answered, instinctively backing away. Even in his injured state, Enrico’s presence was intimidating.

As long as she was still here.

Enrico sighed in relief, then yanked out the IV and threw off the covers, preparing to get out of bed.