The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Clinton Doctor shivered under the sudden anger and quickly explained, “Mr. Gustin, as you mentioned, Miss Paige has been holding her breath. Once the funeral was over, she lost her resolve, and thus the injection was necessary.”

“…”

Enrico looked at him skeptically.

“Rest assured, I’m very professional. Everything is fine,” Dr. Clinton emphasized once more.

Hearing this assurance, Enrico’s attitude softened. “Hmm, if something goes wrong, you won’t be coming back to The Capital.”

“…Yes.”

Dr. Clinton silently placed the syringe aside.

You’re the boss, and what you say goes.

…

River Town, built on mountainous terrain, had suffered from a forest fire that raged for several days before it was extinguished.

Fortunately, due to timely evacuation, apart from the innocent victims killed in the terrorist incident, no one else perished in the fire.

In the hospital, Paige lay propped up in bed, reading a newspaper. It reported extensively on the massacre in River Town, with ongoing investigations into the perpetrators. Besides the fire, the photos of the victims’ funerals dominated the news.

With a prominent figure like Enrico, her own image appeared only as a small part of a group photo, overshadowed by Carrie’s solo photo, which was several times larger.

The news focus was not on her.

At this point, she was indifferent to it.

Even if she didn’t get exposed now, once back in The Capital, Rachel would still stir up a corporate battle. Jasper had been so forthright about it.

Enrico probably just wanted to protect this brief period of peace, letting her recover properly in this place.

It was so peaceful here, as if the whole world was beautiful.

“Cough…”

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With little strength, she set aside the newspaper and picked up her phone from the side. She opened it and sent a new task to the Peak Club members stationed far away in The Capital. Clicking on the chat group, she saw messages from the day of the incident in River Town.

Rey had posted many videos and photos, boasting with snapshots of people sleeping, hugging and singing, and his own photos after beautifying and slimming his face.

After the incident, everyone had tacitly refrained from posting anything, leaving the page stuck on the group’s collective disdainful emoji responses to Rey’s selfies.

“…”

Paige hesitated for two seconds and still lacked the courage to click through.

She instead sent a voice message to the Peak Club members, “I will be recovering here for a few more days. Rachel is collecting information on me, and she will likely target you while I’m away. Protect your families and avoid acting alone. Report any incidents to the police to have evidence for the future.”

When she returned to The Capital, there would inevitably be a battle to fight.

Paige gave a few more instructions before turning off her phone and looking at the closed hospital room door.

During these days, Enrico had been keeping a constant watch over her, never taking his eyes off her. He would only leave briefly to check her reports and ask questions out of her sight.

He had driven the golden bees out of his body and should have been recuperating himself. Yet now, he was attending to her.

Paige knew she had to recover quickly. Enrico was waiting for her, Temple in Heaven was waiting for her, and she was the least qualified to fall.

She forced herself to clear her mind, not thinking of anything, and tried to induce sleep.

…

In a makeshift doctor’s office, the environment was clean and simple.

Enrico sat at the doctor’s desk, holding a stack of examination reports, his face cold as he reviewed them one by one. None of the data was within the normal range.

Seeing Enrico’s increasingly grim expression, Dr. Clinton broke into a cold sweat and looked pleadingly at Jaden, who stood nearby.

“…”

Jaden silently stared at the wall, receiving no signals.

“…”

Behind a gentle facade, he was not gentle at all.

Dr. Clinton dared not say much, only attempting to defend himself in the eerily silent air. “Mr. Gustin, don’t worry. The data may look alarming, but it’s not that severe. Miss Paige is still holding up well.”

“Bang-”

Enrico slammed the examination report on the desk and looked at him with eyes full of gloom and hostility. “If it’s just about her holding up, what use do I have for you as a doctor? Are you here to arrange flowers?”

“…”

“Does it look good with your head in a flower vase?”

Enrico asked darkly, laden with threats.

“Mr. Gustin, Miss Paige’s injuries are healing slowly, somewhat atypical for young people, but it’s not a major issue. She’ll recover gradually,” Dr. Clinton explained, his forehead dripping with sweat. “However, I think the slow recovery is not due to the medication, but rather her own condition.”

Finally, he touched on the topic Enrico wanted to hear.

Enrico looked at him. “Go on.”

“The tragedy in River Town is so immense that I often reflect on it. Especially for Miss Paige, whose subordinates suffered such severe casualties, though she doesn’t say it, she must be struggling with it internally.”

Dr. Clinton continued, “They say worry can cause illness, and given her severe injuries and slow recovery, it’s understandable.”

He then looked anxiously at Enrico, fearing that the next moment he would have his head in a flower vase.

Unexpectedly, Enrico sat there with a gloomy expression but showed no sign of anger.

“You mean, to make her feel better.”

Enrico, who spent day and night with Paige, could tell if she had truly moved on from the past.

“Yes,” Dr. Clinton nodded. “But it might be very difficult.”

“I understand.” Enrico said in a deep voice, standing up from the desk and walking out.

Jaden quickly followed him.

Enrico strode out, his hand in his pocket, walking down the long, cold corridor with a frosty expression.

Difficult.

Of course, it’s difficult.

With River Town’s recent events, unless he could resurrect those eight people, how could she be happy?

Enrico did not return directly to the hospital room but took the elevator down two floors to check on the recovery of Temple in Heaven’s members, and had Jaden take some photos.

“Boss.”

Jaden handed Enrico the phone.

Enrico leaned against the wall, looking at the pale but smiling faces in the photos. It was a bitter sight.

When did he need to rely on others’ faces to comfort his woman?

Sigh.

Enrico sighed but did not delete the photos. He lifted his leg and walked out.

Jaden followed him, somewhat surprised.

Mr. Gustin seemed different from before.

Previously, Mr. Gustin’s focus had been only on profit and Paige, with no regard for anything else. Now, he was even visiting the hospital to check on Temple in Heaven’s members.

As Enrico walked ahead, the laughter of two children could be heard nearby.