The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

The announcement stunned everyone.

Enrico?

The same Enrico who had been ill for years?

The fact that Enrico from the Gustin Group was personally attending the funeral, with a wreath from the presidential office, indicated that these high-profile figures were paying close attention to the terrorist incident.

The wreaths were moved one by one into the main hall, placed in highly visible spots.

When Enrico entered the hall, the entire room fell silent, except for the grieving family member still beating on Paige.

Enrico glanced over, a harsh look crossing his eyes.

Jaden and Dr. Clinton followed him closely.

The three of them entered the hall and performed three bows.

“It really is Enrico…”

“Has he recovered?”

“Oh my god, I didn’t expect to see such a big shot here.”

The crowd murmured.

Paige stood there, staring through her sunglasses at the man before her. Given his status, his presence with a wreath was already a significant gesture, but…

He was revealing his recovery at a time like this. She wondered if it was the right moment for that.

As the family member continued to hit her, she staggered slightly.

A large hand swiftly caught her waist, steadying her.

Enrico was now beside her, his dark eyes fixed on her. Paige stood there with a line of blood extending from her sleeve, trickling down her hand and falling to the floor.

The crowd gasped in shock.

The family member, seeing this, froze and stopped hitting her.

Enrico stood there, his hand discreetly pressed against her back, his lips forming a cold, straight line.

“I can hold on,” Paige whispered.

“Better you do,” Enrico gritted his teeth.

At that moment, another announcement was made outside.

“River Town Earl sends a wreath-”

Upon hearing this, Paige’s gaze sharpened, and she looked up to see a group of people carrying wreaths entering the hall.

“Nick, Carrie,” Paige said coldly.

Upon hearing this, Nick and Carrie quickly moved to stop the people bringing in the wreaths. Nick grabbed one of the wreaths and threw it outside, saying angrily, “Get out, get out! Don’t desecrate my brothers’ funeral!”

Meanwhile, Paige’s phone vibrated.

She glanced at it and saw Jasper’s number, which hadn’t changed.

Paige answered the call, holding the phone to her ear, and Jasper’s elderly voice came through. “Paige, are you alright?”

His tone was concerned.

Paige replied coldly, “I’m not dead. I suppose you’re disappointed, teacher?”

The conflict between Temple in Heaven’s people and the wreath bearers was audible through the phone. Jasper paused on the other end and then said, “My father was saved by the people of River Town, which led to the Folsom family. I also lived in River Town for decades. I have no intention of slaughtering a city or wanting your death. Emery did it on his own; he seems to hold a deep grudge against his brother.”

“Does your opinion even matter now?” Paige said coldly. Emery was left by him.

Enrico watched her from the side, noticing the blood staining her palm. He frowned.

“Paige…” Jasper sighed on the other end. “I didn’t expect things to turn out this way. You’re still angry now, but after some time, we can talk properly. Also…”

“…”

“As far as I know, Rachel is frantically gathering evidence that you’re still alive. It’s not wise to appear so conspicuously at the funeral. Be careful,” Jasper advised.

“Teacher, you and your people better not step foot in A country again.”

Paige hung up and looked at the time, calmly proceeding to the next step. “Fire the cannon.”

The funeral home fired 888 cannon shots, the sound deafening and filling the sky with grief, with not a bird in sight.

Amidst the cannon fire, the family members viewed the deceased.

The eight coffins were pushed one by one toward the cremation chamber.

Outside the cremation chamber, the family members cried even more deeply, some elderly ones nearly fainting.

In A country’s customs, before cremation, family members hold a black umbrella to ensure a safe journey to the underworld, shielding from wind and rain.

Paige took the black umbrella, raised it, and held it above.

The bodies passed under her umbrella.

“Safe travels,” she said.

She looked down at the faces that had been full of life just a while ago. At that time, Temple in Heaven had been full of laughter and noise, with everyone fighting over the microphone on the bus, Bobby having the best singing voice, and Rey with the funniest dance…

Now they lay there, their faces serene, as if asleep. They would no longer fight over things or sing.

Nick stood numbly in front of Angie’s body, his eyes behind black-framed glasses showing no emotion, completely blank.

He pushed Angie’s body under the black umbrella and handed it to the staff inside, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

“Safe travels,” Paige said, holding the black umbrella high and addressing the people below.

She said it eight times.

At this point, the funeral was nearing its end.

“Bang-”

The door of the cremation chamber slammed shut.

Paige’s hand still held the black umbrella high.

Blood dripped from her wrist, pooling on the ground in a thick puddle.

It wasn’t until Enrico came out and took the black umbrella from her that he closed it.

As the funeral came to a close, the family’s cries also began to subside, and everyone waited.

After an unknown period, the urns were brought out one after another, and people hurried to carry them.

“Paige, the funeral is over. You should go back to the hospital,” Carrie said urgently, her concern for Paige’s health evident.

“…”

Paige listened, feeling a bit dazed.

Is the funeral over?

Yes, it is.

The tension she had been holding slowly relaxed.

Paige stood there, calmly watching as the once-living individuals turned into small boxes.

The overwhelming smell of blood surged into her throat. She pressed her hand against her neck, and a gush of blood erupted from her throat. The world before her became instantly chaotic and blurred. Her legs grew weak, and she collapsed to the ground.

The floor was covered in blood.

“Paige!” Carrie’s eyes widened in shock.

“…”

Nick, holding Angie’s urn, looked over at the sound, his hands shaking even more.

Enrico, who had been standing nearby, caught Paige’s back, lifting her up. He stared at her pale face, “Paige, I knew you couldn’t be trusted!”

The scene immediately became chaotic.

Enrico carried her out, Paige leaning on his chest, struggling to open her eyes and hazily observing the tense profile of his face.

Sorry, Enrico.

I’ve worried you again.

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She wanted to tell him, but blood clogged her throat, making it impossible to speak. Dizziness quickly clouded her mind, and she fainted against his chest.

A high-end medical vehicle awaited inside the funeral home.

Enrico carefully placed her in the vehicle, and Dr. Clinton, now in a white coat, hurriedly administered an injection.

Enrico was so angry he almost kicked him, “How could you give her an injection without even checking her condition?”