The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

He was terrified.

His fear was different from that of an ordinary nine-year-old. While most children would simply be scared, in him, extreme fear gave rise to a hatred far beyond his years-intense, profound, and consuming.

It was just like that day when he sat under the broken eaves, trying to stay dry. His hands trembled, his lips quivered, but in his grayish eyes, there was only a murderous intent that wanted to destroy everything.

And now, it was happening again.

Paige walked over and placed her hands over his ears, firmly covering them.

“…”

Suddenly, the soft warmth enveloped his ears, shutting out the sound of the fan that was echoing in his mind.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Enrico froze, looking down at her in a daze.

She gazed up at him, her eyes deep and soft.

The way she looked at him seemed to convey that she would protect him for a lifetime.

In his life, only one person had ever protected him-his sister. But she wasn’t his sister. She wasn’t even his family.

She was just a stranger.

A stranger who wasn’t even as close as Jaden.

Except for his sister, he didn’t need protection from anyone.

Enrico stared at her and tried to move her hands away from his ears, but as soon as he touched her, his fingertips trembled. He couldn’t help but pull her into his arms, holding her tightly.

The beauty fox mask fell to the ground, its empty eyes staring as he clung to her like a man grasping at driftwood in a storm.

Paige hadn’t expected Enrico to suddenly hug her. She was stunned for a moment but didn’t push him away.

Enrico held her tightly, pressing his face into her neck. His rapid, anxious breaths filled her ears.

“It’s okay now, don’t be afraid,” Paige said, feeling a little suffocated by his tight embrace, which made it hard for her to speak. She patted his back, trying to comfort him.

If he was this way in front of her, how did he survive alone after losing his sister?

The light from the small store fell on Enrico’s pale face and on the two of them, casting a shadow that seemed like it would never break apart.

…

Paige woke up the old man, bought a few bags of jelly, and returned to the car.

Enrico had gone back to the car first and was sitting in the passenger seat, fiddling with the beauty fox mask. When Paige got into the car, she handed him a bag of jelly.

“How did you know?” Enrico asked without looking up.

Paige knew he was referring to the fan incident. She said, “You mentioned it to me once before. I noticed that you got tense when you saw someone pull out a belt last time, so I figured you might still be haunted by the trauma of abuse.”

So, he feared fans, belts, and many other objects that could be used to inflict pain.

“…”

Enrico raised his head to look at her.

Until this moment, he had always been somewhat suspicious of her. He stayed around because he still trusted Jaden somewhat, and because she hadn’t harmed him, but he had always been cautious, even going as far as using a silver needle to test for poison in the herbal medicine she gave him.

But now, he fully trusted her.

He had never complained about the abuse he suffered, not even to Rafael or Jaden. But she knew-she knew everything.

“Stop thinking about it,” Paige said, smiling at him. “By the way, you mentioned something about the Temple in Heaven earlier. Did you want to ask me something?”

She didn’t want him to dwell on those memories.

Enrico remembered the topic he had been interrupted from earlier. “The main members of the Temple in Heaven are from the slums, and the members of Peak Club are commoners. So, are you a slum dweller or a commoner?”

What kind of person was she? She seemed to be entangled with both the slums and the commoners.

Paige was taken aback, not expecting him to ask such a question. She smiled, “Does it make a difference whether I’m a slum dweller or a commoner?”

“…”

Does it make no difference? In this country, these distinctions define social classes.

“If I wanted, I could become a tycoon,” Paige said with a confident smile as she pressed the start button, lighting up the car’s headlights.

“…”

She was so arrogant, yet she spoke as if it were as simple as the sun rising in the sky. And strangely enough, he believed she could do it.

“It doesn’t really matter what social class you belong to. What matters is the kind of person you are,” Paige added.

Enrico watched her elegant profile as she drove, and he began to understand why people were so devoted to her. There was something about her…

Something he couldn’t quite put into words.

Paige stepped on the gas and continued driving forward.

Enrico sat beside her, his mind racing with various memories-

Her sitting by his bedside when he woke up; her holding an umbrella for him in the rain; her running with him in the mornings; her letting him fight on his own from a distance; and her giving him anything he wanted without hesitation…

“That other me… did you protect him like this too?” he suddenly asked.

Paige’s eyes flickered at the question, and she looked at the road ahead, stretching far into the distance.

After a long moment, she shook her head, “No, it was always you protecting me.”

Always, always, he was the one protecting her, even when he knew he was about to fall ill, he paved the way for her.

Compared to what he had done for her, what she was doing for him now was minimal.

Hearing this, Enrico felt a sense of relief. It meant that the 28-year-old him wasn’t as weak as he was now. He then asked, “So, my martial arts were better than yours?”

“…”

Why was this the point of his question?

Paige was taken aback, “I never sparred with you, so I don’t know if your martial arts are better than mine.”

“They definitely are,” Enrico said without hesitation.

He had to be stronger than her to protect her.

“You don’t even have abs right now, where would you get the strength and martial arts skills?” Paige remarked casually as she drove.

“…”

Abs again.

Rafael’s comment about “bad texture” echoed in Enrico’s ears.

He glanced at her small hands gripping the steering wheel. How many abs could fit in one palm… No, what was he even thinking?

Enrico took a deep breath and quickly rolled down the window, feeling like his head was about to explode from the heat.

Paige didn’t notice and continued driving forward.

…

When they returned to the new Rose Estate, Paige received some breaking news.

“Rachel has been rescued.”

Angie followed Paige and Enrico into the mansion.

“It seems the mastermind behind the scenes couldn’t hold back any longer,” Paige said, entering the hall with a smile, showing no surprise.

The biggest charity auction in the country was about to take place. The Artisans wanted to use this auction to solidify their ties with the Smith and Grissom families. If Rachel didn’t reappear and Jeremy became the new head of the Artisans, controlling this former warlord wouldn’t be easy. Rachel, on the other hand, would be much easier to manipulate.

Angie, feeling guilty, said, “As per your instructions, we had people monitoring the situation, but the other party was very skillful in covering their tracks.”

Paige turned to her, “No clues at all?”