The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“What does it mean when a man has a physiological reaction to a woman? What do you think it means? It can only mean one thing!”

Dr. Clinton was stunned. It took him quite a while to turn his stiff neck towards Enrico, who was still casually playing with the basketball as if the question had been asked out of mere curiosity.

“Mr. Gustin, how… how do you even know what a physiological reaction is?” Dr. Clinton asked, dumbfounded.

Isn’t his memory stuck at nine years old? What nine-year-old even understands what a physiological reaction is?

“Pfft-”

Jaden, who hadn’t heard what Enrico said, but caught Clinton’s response, couldn’t hold it in and spat out the water he had just drunk.

Mr. Gustin asking about… physiological reactions?

This action earned Jaden a sharp, icy glare from Enrico-sharp enough to resemble his former self, making Jaden’s neck feel cold. He quickly stepped back, pretending he hadn’t heard anything.

“It’s fine. Come over here too,” Enrico said, holding the basketball in one hand and gesturing with the other. His tone was far more lenient than his gaze.

Jaden, feeling nervous, slowly moved over. “Boss, you can just ask Dr. Clinton about medical matters.”

He didn’t need to be here! Really, he could disappear right now!

Standing there, Enrico spun the basketball on his fingers and smirked at him. “It’s fine. Whether you hear a little or hear it all, if you really want to deal with it, you have to face it.”

Jaden’s face turned pale. How did the conversation escalate to such a level? He had thought that after dealing with the two bodyguards and rediscovering his former ruthless self, Enrico wouldn’t turn on him, but it seems he had.

Dr. Clinton, equally taken aback, looked at Enrico and cautiously asked, “Mr. Gustin, may I ask how old you are now?”

Could it be that his memories had returned? How else could he use such terrifying language like “dealing with it”?

Enrico frowned at him, “I haven’t regained my memory.”

“Then, then you…”

Dr. Clinton was bewildered. Jaden kicked him lightly and explained, “Mr. Gustin isn’t an ordinary person, so naturally, his growth isn’t comparable to that of ordinary people.”

“Oh, oh.”

Dr. Clinton hadn’t been to the New Rose Estate for a while and wasn’t fully informed about Enrico’s situation. After a moment of contemplation, he couldn’t help but ask, “So, Mr. Gustin, what exactly do you mean by ‘dealing with it’?”

The question sent shivers down his spine.

Enrico cast a deep, meaningful look at both of them and replied, “I meant I’d fire you.”

“That’s it?” Dr. Clinton’s voice raised an octave.

Jaden was taken aback for a moment, then heaved a silent sigh of relief. After the banquet, he’d been worried that the boss would revert to his old, cold-blooded ways, but it seemed that Paige’s influence had made a difference.

“What’s the matter?” Enrico asked Dr. Clinton.

“Just firing? You don’t want to crack our skulls open… ah!”

Before Dr. Clinton could finish, Jaden kicked him again.

Jaden glared at him. Does he really want the boss to revert to his old self that badly?

Dr. Clinton, catching the hint, clutched his aching leg and quickly changed his tone, “It’s nothing, I just think you’re being very kind now.”

Yes, kind and friendly. Perfect.

“…”

Enrico glared at them, then slammed the basketball heavily into the ground in front of them. “Can you answer my question now?”

“Yes.”

Dr. Clinton wiped the sweat off his face and assumed a professional attitude, seriously asking, “Since you only have the memory of a nine-year-old, how do you even know what a physiological reaction is?”

Elementary school doesn’t teach this level of detail.

“I looked it up online.”

Enrico shot him a cold glance. He wasn’t an idiot; when something strange happened to his body, of course, he sought answers.

Clinton’s leg was in too much pain, so he squatted down. After some thought, he asked, “Was the reaction only in the morning?”

If that were the case, there’d be no need to ask a doctor about it.

Enrico’s face darkened a little more, and he half-squatted as well, his expression uneasy. “I already looked up the morning reaction; that’s normal. But that night, when that woman slept next to me, I suddenly…”

He couldn’t finish, but the implication was clear.

“…”

Jaden squatted down silently as well, his head spinning.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

As an assistant, what had he just heard?

The three of them squatted together in a circle.

Dr. Clinton struggled to suppress his curiosity, maintaining a professional demeanor as he continued, “Are you talking about Miss Paige?”

“Who else?”

Enrico snorted. That woman insisted he stay by her side, so he couldn’t even leave the New Rose Estate. How could it be anyone else?

Jaden immediately became anxious. “Did she do something to you?”

Boss’s mental age is only nine. Did Paige, unable to bear three years of longing, try to have a relationship with him? How did they end up sleeping together? No way, for the sake of Boss’s mental health, he needed to intervene.

Just as Jaden was preparing himself to oppose Paige once more, Enrico, looking irritated, said, “She always likes to pat my head and treats me like a kid. It’s annoying.”

“…”

That’s it?

Jaden fell silent.

Clinton, still squatting and rubbing his leg, slowly pieced things together. With his professional expertise, he finally understood. “So, Mr. Gustin, when you spend time with Miss Paige, how do you feel about her?”

Who’s asking questions now? Why is this turning into a never-ending interrogation?

Enrico shot him an annoyed look but still replied, “At first, I didn’t feel much, just doubted whether she genuinely cared about me. Later, I realized she probably did, so I let my guard down a bit.”

“Hmm.” Dr. Clinton nodded thoughtfully.

“…”

Jaden was conflicted. When he thought the boss had been taken advantage of, he blamed Paige for not being able to resist her longing and wanted to intervene. But now, hearing the boss’s feelings, he felt sorry for Paige.

When Enrico had an episode, he’d clawed at Paige’s arm until it was a bloody mess, and she hadn’t said a word. As a Medicine Curse Sect disciple, she’d certainly been devoted to his care, only to be met with suspicion.

“But that woman is so frustrating. She treated me and made me like this, but she spends every day thinking about the old me.”

Enrico, still half-squatting, nearly touched the ground with one knee, his expression full of dissatisfaction. “I really don’t get her. If she misses me that much, why did she treat me? Why teach me so much? It’s like she’s torturing herself.”

Hearing this, Dr. Clinton’s expression grew more complex.

“Are you done asking?” Enrico irritably looked at him.

“Yes, I’m done.” Dr. Clinton took a deep breath, still squatting. “Mr. Gustin, your situation is indeed unique, but I’ve managed to understand some of it.”