The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Kathy and Molly rushed out and were shocked to see the scene.

“Is she really going to die?” Molly couldn’t believe it. “This woman survived being sent to the slums and came back alive, but she’s really going to die after drinking poison herself?”

“This poison acts fast. Her internal organs will rot in half an hour, fatal,” Kathy said. She had intended to scare Paige, not expecting Paige to be so resolute.

“Mom…” Molly hugged her arm, looking at her with some admiration. “Mom, you’re usually quiet, but when it comes to big things, you handle them so beautifully.” Paige has become so desperate now that she can be forced by her mom to willingly drink poison. That’s something she and her dad couldn’t do in any way.

“So, I always tell you, don’t be too arrogant in life, leave yourself a way out. It’ll come in handy at critical moments, but you never listen.”

As she spoke, she looked at Paige, sighing, “If she hadn’t dared to go after your father so recklessly, I really wouldn’t have wanted to push her like this. I didn’t expect her hatred for our family to reach this point, willing to take poison rather than let your father go.”

“It’s okay, Mom. Dad and I discussed it. Threatening Paige won’t change her mind. Removing her is the best solution.”

“I know…”

As they spoke, they saw more than a dozen bodyguards rushing in from outside the West Gate, looking around everywhere.

Kathy felt a sudden panic and quickly pulled Molly aside to hide.

“Hurt…” Paige leaned against the wall, unable to resist clutching at her clothes. It felt as though countless hands were pulling and tearing at her stomach. Her breathing grew faint.

“Ugh…” She spat out another mouthful of blood, vaguely hearing unfamiliar voices around her.

“Miss! Miss! We’re sent by Mr. Gustin. Where are you?”

Mr. Gustin.

Enrico.

Were they here to save her, or to break her legs?

Didn’t matter. She had to try her luck.

Paige wiped the blood from her mouth with a trembling hand and forced herself to move forward.

Dizziness or sweat clouded her vision completely. She could only rely on her hearing to stagger toward the people Enrico had sent.

Though their voices seemed close, though they sounded right beside her, why were they still shouting?

Couldn’t they see her?

“I… I’m here…”

Her voice came out feeble, barely audible even to herself.

Just moments ago, someone was calling her. How did the voices disappear suddenly? Had they taken the wrong path?

‘This was it, Paige. You’ve really done it this time. Was this how it felt when death approached?’ Paige stood weakly under the blazing sun, memories flooding back inexplicably to her childhood.

Living in a room with several servants, having her homework torn by Molly, the deafening slap from Malik, and the endless nights kneeling in darkness…

Each scene replayed vividly in her mind.

She had always been in Molly’s shadow, hoping it might make Molly see her as a sister.

She had always put her utmost effort into pleasing Kathy, believing Kathy at least cared for her. In the end, even that affection was just another tool to manipulate her.

Heh.

Heh heh.

Kathy was right. She was just an abandoned baby unwanted even by her biological parents. What meaning did her life hold?Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Revenge completed, then what?

Escape? Survive? Rebuild the slums?

How ridiculous. Even if she achieved all that, what would it matter?

From the very beginning of her life, she was never expected, never wanted by anyone.

No one ever wanted her…

She felt like a deflated balloon, the last breath slowly slipping away.

Couldn’t walk anymore.

Really couldn’t.

She let herself collapse slowly to the ground.

“Paige!” A low growl exploded beside her ear, urgent and commanding. She could even discern the anxiety in it.

Cold sweat poured down, drenching Paige. She slowly lifted her head, everything spinning and swaying. The sunlight flickered blindingly, making her nauseous, yet she couldn’t vomit anything out.

The entire world seemed distorted, surreal, and mad.

In this twisted space, a tall figure slowly approached.

Who was it? Paige suddenly wanted to see him clearly. She stumbled toward him.

Strong hands suddenly grabbed her, preventing her from collapsing. She crashed into his embrace.

Paige felt her body growing lighter, as if he had lifted her, yet it also felt like he hadn’t.

“Paige, hold on!” The man’s voice thundered in her ears. “The slums couldn’t take your life in three years, and now you dare to die in front of me?”

Paige wanted to laugh. What could he possibly do if she died?

So tired…

Paige slowly closed her eyes.

“Stay awake! Keep your eyes open!”

It was so noisy.

She struggled to open her eyes, seeing hazily the handsome curve of his jaw. Weakly, she asked, “Enrico?”

“Yes, it’s me. Paige, listen. If you just hold on, I can get you back. If you dare to die, I’ll bury the entire slum!”

‘Shameless.’ Thinking this, Paige forced herself to keep her eyes open, refused to let her eyelids close.

Seeing this, Enrico took a deep breath, his voice hoarse and deep. “That’s it, stay awake!”

Paige leaned against his chest, intense pain coursing through her body.

Enrico swiftly carried Paige towards the ambulance.

Outside, the ambulance siren blared incessantly.

Medical personnel stood ready.

Jaden signaled urgently to the medical staff. They rushed forward with a stretcher, reaching out to take her.

“I’ve got this!” Enrico gently placed the semi-conscious Paige onto the stretcher.

The medical team hurriedly lifted her onto the ambulance.

Enrico stepped onto the vehicle, startling the medical staff into motionlessness.

“What are you all staring at? Save her!” Enrico glared at them.

“Yes, yes.” One doctor hastily stood up. “Prepare the equipment, prepare the equipment!”

Two nurses laid Paige on her side on the bed. One of them opened Paige’s mouth, while the doctor took a medical tube and inserted it directly into her mouth, as if she were an inanimate instrument.

“Watch your damn hands!” Enrico’s brow furrowed deeply, his hand on his knee clenched into a fist.

The doctor was so startled that he almost dropped the tube from his hands. He struggled to steady himself and continued to push the gastric tube deeper into her mouth, straight into her stomach.

“Ugh…” Paige moaned in agony.

The ambulance moved steadily, heading towards the hospital.

“Hold her steady,” the doctor instructed the nurses, pressing the activation button to start extracting gastric fluid from Paige’s stomach. After handing the sample to a nurse, he began administering the fluid.

A large volume of liquid rushed directly into Paige’s stomach through the gastric tube. Half-conscious and in pain, Paige grimaced tightly.

Maybe the pain became unbearable, because she suddenly flung her hand, knocking away the two nurses who were holding her down.

The gastric tube trembled.

“Hey…” The doctor exclaimed in urgency.

“Get out of the way, I’ve got this!” Enrico pulled the two nurses aside and firmly held Paige’s slender arm, restraining her body to prevent her from moving.

“Ugh, no…” Paige struggled in pain, but he held her so firmly that she couldn’t move, forced to endure.

Enrico looked down at her, the scene was anything but pleasant. She lay on her side, almost curled up, her long hair drenched in cold sweat, her face deathly pale. It was the first time he had seen her in such excruciating pain.

For a while, his palm slid from her ice-cold, sweaty arm, down to her fingertips, his long fingers intertwining with hers.

As their fingers interlocked, Paige reflexively squeezed his hand tightly, squeezing his finger bones.

“Relax, your man’s right here. I’ve got you,” Enrico whispered hoarsely in her ear, gently brushing aside her sweat-dampened hair from her face.

As he spoke, Paige’s grip on his hand tightened even more, as if clutching desperately onto the only lifeline left.

Gradually, she began to calm down, her eyes tightly closed, giving no indication whether she had fallen asleep, slipped into unconsciousness, or… died.

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