The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

That explanation seemed right.

Enrico sat on the bed, listening without any change in his handsome face. After a long pause, he said, “I need to go to the bathroom.”

With that, Enrico got out of bed. Since the layout here was an exact replica of the old Rose Estate, he knew exactly where to go without searching and headed straight to the bathroom.

…

In the study, Paige sat at the desk, flipping through some documents. She was reviewing the files on the Smith family and the Grissom family. Her next targets were these two conglomerates, with the Artisans also on her list.

*Knock, knock.*

There was a knock on the door.

Angie walked in with a somewhat serious expression. “Miss, Mr. Gustin jumped out of the bathroom window and ran off. Should we stop him?”

They had all been instructed that Enrico was the most important person in Paige’s life and was not to be neglected. So when he suddenly ran off, they weren’t sure whether they should stop him or not.

Paige paused for a moment, not lifting her head, and said calmly, “Let him go for a walk. Have someone follow him secretly.”

Even though Jaden and Rafael were familiar faces, Enrico still felt uneasy here. Forcing him to stay might not be the best approach. It was better to let him find his world on his own terms.

“Yes,” Angie nodded and was about to leave when Paige added, “Try to block him a little before he leaves the neighborhood, see if he has any way of escaping, but don’t hurt him.”

“Yes.” Angie agreed again. Paige was testing Mr. Gustin’s current intelligence, it seemed. *Don’t hurt him…* It was almost like she was treating him as her beloved pet.

Angie glanced at Paige and couldn’t help but ask, “Miss, you don’t seem too upset?”

Mr. Gustin had forgotten such a big part of his memory, including her. She had worked so hard, constantly raising the golden bees, and in return, she was left with someone who only had the memories of a nine-year-old.

“I would only be upset if he couldn’t be cured. Now that he’s better, why should I be upset?” Paige looked up at her with a faint smile. “If I could meet him for the first time, I can meet him for a second time.”

As long as he was okay, that was all that mattered. She had already endured enough in the past three years; she just wanted to see him again, whether he remembered her or not.

“That’s true.” Angie nodded and then left.

Paige remained at the desk and turned her gaze toward the window. The sky outside was darkening, as if it was about to rain.

…

Under the gloomy sky, the long road seemed endless, lined with trees shedding their golden leaves.

Enrico walked alone by the roadside. The neighborhood he had just left behind had all the villas designed to resemble the Rose Estate, only even more beautiful. There were no servants who would deliberately make things difficult for him, just patrols of security guards passing by.

It had taken him some time to escape from that neighborhood.

His head throbbed from bumping it a few times, and it ached slightly. He kept forgetting that his current body was 28 years old.

He pressed his hand to his head and looked down at the shadow on the ground- even his shadow felt unfamiliar.

He didn’t fully trust Rafael and Jaden. After all, nineteen years of blank life was like a blank canvas that anyone could paint on. Not to mention that strange woman named Paige-he couldn’t stay there any longer.

He needed to find his life himself.

Enrico walked alone, the road ahead unrecognizable. Cars passed by one after another, and he looked at them.

These cars were like nothing he had seen before.

He didn’t approach anyone, just kept walking until he finally found a map by the roadside.

Enrico approached it, his long fingers brushing against the glass, his deep eyes scanning the roads on the map. After a while, he realized he was walking further and further away from Rose Estate, ending up in a completely different district.

*Damn it.*

Enrico clenched his teeth and turned around, heading back in the direction he came from. As long as he kept walking southwest, he would eventually reach Rose Estate.

His sister was buried near the lake not far from Rose Estate, and he had to go see her.

After walking for about two hours, Enrico’s strength began to wane. His legs were weak, and he felt lightheaded.

His body was too out of shape from lack of exercise.

Leaning against the wall for support, Enrico kept moving forward, spotting some scattered houses in the distance, with people rushing inside.

The sky was growing darker.

Enrico quickened his pace, but he couldn’t outrun the weather. A torrential downpour suddenly came, pounding the ground and drenching him completely.

Rain battered him from all sides, and he raised his hand to shield his head as he ran, the water splashing up from his shoes.

*Thwack-*

The sharp crack of a belt echoed.

Enrico froze, looking up. Under the eaves of a house, a man was undoing his belt, trying to clean some dirt off it. When it wouldn’t come off, he impatiently whipped it against a pillar.

*Thwack-*

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Rain blurred Enrico’s vision, but it wasn’t the pillar being struck-it was him.

For refusing to eat the sour soup, the servant had taken off his belt and whipped him over and over…

*No…*

Enrico stumbled back, nearly getting hit by a passing car.

“Are you blind? Watch where you’re going!” the driver shouted as the car sped off.

“…”

Enrico turned around, staring at this increasingly unfamiliar world.

Twenty-eight years old.

He wasn’t twenty-eight yet. He didn’t recognize anything here. Panic gripped him as the sound of a fan whirred in his ears.

It was the fan at Rose Estate, the one he was tied to.

The fan kept spinning, spinning.

*Stop.*

*Stop!*

Enrico ran, knocking over boxes in the rain as he dashed under a dilapidated eave, huddling among the boxes. He curled up, trying to make himself as small as possible.

Rain dripped through the broken roof, soaking him.

The fan kept spinning in his mind, loud and relentless.

It was too loud.

Enrico raised his hands to cover his ears, but he couldn’t block out the sound. His face, washed by the rain, was as pale as a ghost.

*Sister.*

Someone, please save him. The fan was spinning again-they were going to tie him up. They were all adults, and he couldn’t fight them off.

His sister was dead…

She had died right in front of him.

No one would save him.

No one in this world would ever save him again.

Realizing this, fear gripped Enrico’s entire being, causing him to shake uncontrollably. He bit down on his finger, his fear giving way to a deep, violent hatred. He couldn’t die. He had to kill Jeremy. He had to kill that man!

Suddenly.

The sound of shoes splashing through puddles reached him. The sound was faint in the heavy rain, soft but otherworldly, drowning out everything else.

Enrico looked up from his corner to see a gray umbrella held over him. Rainwater dripped down from the edge like tiny waterfalls.

The umbrella was slowly lifted, revealing a pair of soft, light-colored lips.

And above them, gentle, clear eyes.

Paige stood before him, holding the umbrella.

Enrico looked at her, and suddenly, his world went quiet.