The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Carrie stood up from the wall and nodded to Nick. “Yes.”

“Announce the public funeral date,” Paige instructed and then methodically continued arranging the subsequent matters.

……

On a new day, with clear skies and tranquility, even the birds perched on the branches, hesitant to spread their wings.

The large funeral home was surrounded by countless police officers and bodyguards, creating a somber atmosphere.

The time for the funeral had been announced in advance, and the survivors and citizens of River Town gathered in a sea of people, holding various chrysanthemums to wait for security checks before entering the funeral home to pay their respects.

Upstairs in the funeral home, everything was quiet.

Jaden stood by the window, looking at the crowd below with a heavy and complicated expression. “I didn’t expect so many people to come.”

But upon reflection, it was to be expected. For Temple in Heaven, this was a battle where both sides were vastly mismatched, yet they pressed on.

“Scrape-”

The sound of a match striking.

Jaden turned to see Enrico alone on a long leather sofa, his dark coat giving off a cold, intimidating aura. One foot was propped up on the coffee table in front of him, a cigarette between his lips, and he was holding a lit match, not yet lighting the cigarette, his eyes deep and unreadable.

Jaden could not discern what he was thinking.

Only when the flame burned his hand did Enrico expressionlessly flick the remaining matchstick away, letting it fall into the ashtray and extinguish.

“Boss, are you worried about the young lady?” Jaden asked in a low voice.

Enrico’s expression darkened further. His voice was low and somber. “She can hold on, at least until the funeral is over. She’s holding on for this; nothing can break her.”

He genuinely wanted to tie her to a hospital bed to rest, but not letting her handle the aftermath might mean she couldn’t hold on at all.

“The young lady made the funeral public in advance, likely to let them receive the mourning of thousands. I will also send a wreath on behalf of the Gustin Group to ensure the funeral is conducted with grandeur and dignity,” Jaden said.

“……”

Enrico listened, offering no response to Jaden’s words.

……

In the main hall, eight crystal coffins were lined up in a row, surrounded by black drapes, white gauze, and wreaths, creating a solemn world.

Fresh white roses adorned each photo of the deceased.

“My child, what will I do without you…”

Family members who had been brought in wailed uncontrollably at the crystal coffins, filling the hall with grief.

The people maintaining order at the funeral could not help but feel sorrowful upon witnessing this scene.

The loss of a child is perhaps the greatest pain in the world.

Groups of people entered the hall to pay their respects, and due to the large number, only one group could enter while another exited, maintaining an orderly process.

Flowers piled up like mountains.

Outside, the speakers continued to announce, their voices growing hoarse after several hours.

“President Rafael sends a wreath-”

“The presidential office representatives have arrived-”

Another loud announcement was made.

This announcement caused the family members to be momentarily stunned. Everyone turned their heads to see wreaths being carried into the main hall, each with a separate name, totaling eight.

After the wreaths were brought in, the butler from the presidential office, dressed in black, walked into the hall with a heavy expression. He bowed three times in front of the altar and then comforted the family members one by one.

“This is an incredibly unfortunate terrorist event. Your children saved the lives of an entire city. They are heroes. The President has asked me to express his heartfelt respect to you and the heroes. Please accept his condolences.”

The external reports uniformly described it as the largest terrorist event in A country in recent years, where a closed-off small town was slaughtered, roads were dug up, and rescue did not arrive in time.

A group of young people spontaneously protected the city.

They maintained order, guided people into buildings for cover, directed them to gather resources to fight the terrorists, and risked their lives to save countless young children.

They delayed the arrival of rescue with their own bodies.

They safeguarded the lives of tens of thousands of people.

“Thank you, Mr. President.”

“We appreciate the President’s concern despite his busy schedule.”

The family members bowed in return while crying, with some elderly people nearly fainting from grief.

“The presidential office will do its utmost to assist with any difficulties…”

The butler was speaking when someone outside called out, “Miss Paige has arrived.”

The announcement echoed through every corner of the funeral home.

Everyone, inside and out, looked up to see a group of people standing in neat rows in the open space outside. They all appeared young and serious.

At the forefront was a slender, tall woman wearing sunglasses that obscured her face. Her face was pale under the sunglasses, her lips tightly pressed, and a bandage was wrapped around her neck. She wore a black shirt, long pants, and a matching dark coat, with a white flower pinned to her chest.

The person was Paige.

Carrie and Nick stood on either side of her, with the survivors of Temple in Heaven behind them.

The group stood in silence.

The entire funeral home instantly became very solemn.

Carrie looked anxiously at the people in front. It was not just about Paige’s severe injuries, making her unsuitable to stand and walk at this moment, but also about her identity, which made her appearance in public problematic.

But Paige insisted, and they had no choice but to obey.

Upstairs, Enrico, upon hearing the announcement of “Miss Paige has arrived,” stood by the window, biting his cigarette, looking down, focusing on the person at the forefront.

The cigarette was chewed to a pulp.

As the announcement ended, Paige raised her leg and walked steadily into the main hall, step by step.

The others followed.

Once inside, the eight coffins occupied the entire hall, lined up together, creating a visually overwhelming effect.

Nick clenched his fists tightly, while Carrie tried to take deep breaths to maintain her composure.

“First bow-”

Paige bent forward.

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“Second bow-”

Paige bowed again, and her injuries flared up, pain coursing through her body.

“Third bow-”

Everyone bowed once more.

Among the family members, some recognized Paige, the woman who had taken their children, and rushed forward, crying and hitting her, but they didn’t say anything else, just continued to cry…

Carrie and Nick stood straight, not moving.

Paige had instructed them not to intervene.

Paige stood there, unmoving, looking at the eight coffins in front of her, allowing the family member to hit her. Her colorless lips moved, whispering, “Sorry.”

She had taken their children but had not brought them back safely.

Among the mourners, a few recognized familiar faces and excitedly said, “Isn’t that them? I remember that tall one; he took a knife for saving my mother.”

The crowd then realized that these people seemed to have injuries on them.

They were the ones who had defended the city!

They were moved and dared not make noise, only watching with gratitude.

“The Gustin Group sends a wreath-”

“Mr. Enrico has arrived-”

The announcer outside called out again.