The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige arranged for Enrico to stay in a villa at the eastern corner of the neighborhood, furnished exactly like the previous Rose Estate, down to the smallest detail.

She stood by the bed, gently laying Enrico flat on the mattress. His brows remained tightly furrowed, as if in discomfort. Carefully, she tucked the blanket around him before leaving the room.

Dr. Clinton followed Paige into the study. Paige walked to a corner of the study, and Dr. Clinton followed, noticing a tall stand on the floor. Hanging on the stand were two small, sealed transparent cages, each the size of a palm.

The cages were intricately made, with deliberately carved edges that were crystal clear. But the most beautiful part was inside each cage, where a tiny golden bee, no bigger than a grain of rice, fluttered its wings.

Dr. Clinton couldn’t help but lean closer to observe. The bee’s wings were incredibly thin and transparent, a rare pale gold color that was extraordinarily beautiful, almost glowing. With every flap of its wings, it seemed to scatter tiny beams of light.

“Is this a Gu?” Dr. Clinton asked, still rubbing his eyes, unsure if he was seeing things.

“Yes, I failed with many others before. These two took me a year to cultivate,” Paige replied calmly, her gaze fixed on the golden bees inside the cages.

“I’ve heard that Gu is created by killing countless other insects, with its body soaked in poison, to become what it is,” Dr. Clinton said quietly.

“Medical Gu is different,” Paige explained indifferently. “However, these two did survive after many other golden bees died. They have strong vitality, and after being nourished with medicine for nearly a year, they won’t die easily once inside the human body.”

The thought of the golden bees entering the human body made Dr. Clinton uneasy, no matter how beautiful they were. “Does treating with Gu really work?”

“You are the doctor who has studied the AS schizophrenia gene the most. Since traditional medicine can’t help, I chose not to waste time on it and instead turned to unconventional methods.”

Paige walked to her desk and picked up a thick notebook, placing it in front of Dr. Clinton. “This is my two-year record of cultivating the golden bees and the medical theory behind it. See if Enrico’s body is suitable for my treatment.”

So thick… Dr. Clinton thought as he took the heavy notebook.

“Finish reading it today,” Paige ordered.

Dr. Clinton felt the notebook grow even heavier in his hands. “Have you treated anyone before?”

“I have, with a fair success rate, but I’ve never treated AS schizophrenia gene,” Paige answered truthfully.

The AS schizophrenia gene only existed in the Davis family, who lived in a remote area with their own set of rules, making them unlikely to trust unconventional methods. Thus, she had never had the chance to test her treatment on anyone with the gene.

Dr. Clinton nodded. “Mr. Gustin has always been physically strong. Enduring such a small golden bee should be fine, but the treatment effect…”

“Bang!” Before he could finish, a loud noise came from outside.

It was from Enrico’s room.

Paige’s heart skipped a beat. She quickly ran out and rushed into the room, only to see Jaden leaning against the wall, his neck being viciously strangled by the man in front of him. Jaden’s face was flushed, veins bulging.

Enrico stood before him, his eyes, once closed, now wide open and blood-red, as if covered by a layer of blood, almost obscuring their original color. A deep scar traced his eye, accentuating a sinister, demonic aura, with a madness that seemed to emanate from his very bones.

At that moment, Enrico was slowly lifting Jaden off the ground, clearly intent on killing him.

“Enrico!” Paige shouted his name and rushed forward.

Enrico turned his gaze and suddenly threw Jaden at her. Paige was violently knocked aside, slamming into the doorframe.

Jaden crashed heavily to the floor, struggling to catch his breath.

Paige looked up to see Enrico staring at her.

Her heart trembled as Enrico smiled at her, but his eyes were filled with bloodthirsty desire-dark, terrifying. He wiped his lips, the curve of his thin smile resembling a blade that could cut through flesh.

“Heh,” he chuckled, suddenly shifting his focus as if he had found a better target. He lunged straight at her.

“Boss!” Jaden, who had collapsed on the ground, suddenly lunged forward, wrapping his arms around Enrico’s leg, holding on with all his strength. Enrico’s hand was just centimeters away from Paige’s neck.

Paige finally snapped out of her daze. Seeing Enrico lift his leg to shake Jaden off, she directly struck at his ribs.

Enrico retaliated, and after several exchanges, Paige finally managed to pin Enrico down by restricting his legs. She knelt on the ground, locking his neck from behind.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

He struggled violently, his nails digging deep into her arm.

The sleeve of her clothing was torn, revealing fresh, bloody scratches.

Paige looked at his hand gripping her arm tightly, and tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision. “It’s okay, Enrico. I’m here. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay…”

Enrico almost collapsed into her arms, clutching her arm with all his strength, the scent of blood at his nose only making him more restless and uneasy.

“I’ve come back. I’ve come back for you. Did you hear me?” she whispered, pressing her lips to his short hair, her voice trembling. “Enrico, your Paige is back.”

Enrico scratched her arm again, as if trying to tear off her skin and flesh.

Paige still held onto him, but it seemed more like an embrace. “Don’t be afraid. You’re going to be okay. This time, let me be your Temple in Heaven. Let me protect you.”

“Don’t be afraid. Don’t be afraid. I’m here. I’ll never leave you again.”

Jaden, lying on the ground and holding onto Enrico’s leg, lifted his head as he regained some strength. He saw Enrico gradually calming down as Paige spoke to him, his wildness slowly subsiding, and his body ceasing to thrash about.

Just as Jaden was about to express his surprise, footsteps were heard approaching from outside. The calmness in Enrico’s eyes instantly vanished, replaced by renewed madness. He started struggling again, tearing Paige’s arm until it was a bloody mess.

…

Paige’s subordinates arrived, and Enrico was eventually bound to a chair nailed to the floor.

He sat there, his white shirt stained with blood-Paige’s blood.

Though surrounded by people, his bloodthirsty eyes were fixated solely on Paige, filled with a murderous intent. His bound hands constantly strained against the restraints, as if he would kill her the moment he was freed.

Paige sat diagonally across from him as Dr. Clinton bent down to bandage her wounds.

Angie stood nearby, looking at Paige’s injuries with deep concern. “Miss, does it hurt?”

“Not too much,” Paige replied calmly.

“Now you understand why we had to restrain Mr. Gustin, right? If he had even a sliver of a normal person’s consciousness, we wouldn’t have to do this,” Dr. Clinton explained as he continued to dress her wounds.

“Has he not been lucid for even a moment in the past three years?” Paige asked.

Dr. Clinton shook his head, and Paige felt a pang of sorrow as she looked up at Enrico.

Jaden, worried that Enrico might be hungry, stood by his side, trying to feed him.

But Enrico’s eyes remained locked on Paige, utterly ignoring the food being offered. The rice soup dripped from his mouth, staining his shirt and pants.

He was a mess, a pitiful sight.