The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

The floor bore three enormous holes, and the entire hall seemed to tremble.

Paige winced as her ears throbbed from the gunshots.

Seeing this, Jeremy laughed even more wildly. “Enrico, is this all you can do? You only dare to vent your anger on the floor?”

“Father, please stop,” Rachel stood up, standing in front of Enrico, arms outstretched protectively. Her voice was filled with sadness. “Do you know how much you’re hurting him?”

“Smack!”

Jeremy mercilessly slapped her across the face. “I raised you, and you dare speak up for him?”

Rachel held her face, eyes welling up with tears, but she didn’t retreat, standing steadfastly in front of Enrico.

Fearful that Rachel would become a sacrifice between the father and son, Leah quickly pulled her away.

Jeremy stepped right up to Enrico, poking his chest with a finger, speaking slowly and deliberately. “Enrico, remember this: you’re a worthless man. No matter how high you climb, it’s useless because sooner or later, you’ll end up just like your mother and sister-mad, completely irrational!”

Paige let go of the railing and turned to descend the stairs.

Jaden looked at her in surprise.

Paige walked calmly down the stairs, her steps light and deliberate. She tightened the sash of her robe around her waist a bit more.

As she reached the hall, Enrico was still standing there, gripping the gun tightly.

Leah continued to plead with Jeremy, but Jeremy grew more animated, pointing relentlessly at Enrico. “You’re just a waste! The Davis family’s bloodline should be extinct! This defective gene should disappear from the world!”

Paige wasn’t sure what Enrico was thinking. He could have left, not listened to such insults, but he just stood there, unmoving.

She walked over, and Jeremy looked at her coldly. Rachel and Leah also watched her with surprise.

Only Enrico didn’t look at her. He seemed frozen in place.

“I’m here to get some water. Please continue,” Paige’s gaze fell on a bottle of water on the coffee table. She spoke calmly, walking over to pick up the mineral water.

Twisting off the cap, she took a sip and turned to walk back.

When Paige reached Enrico’s side, she stopped and looked at him. “Aren’t you going back to the room?”

“You go back first,” Enrico said coldly, still not looking at her, his tone as icy as ever.

“Oh,” Paige nodded, screwing the cap of the water bottle and taking a couple of steps forward.

Suddenly, she threw the water bottle fiercely backward, then swiftly turned, deftly snatching the gun from Enrico’s hand and lunging towards Jeremy, who was staggering back from being hit by the water bottle.

Her gaze turned cold as she seized Jeremy’s left hand and pressed it down onto the coffee table, the gun held firmly against him as she pulled the trigger without hesitation.

“Bang.”

The deafening sound reverberated through the hall.

Leah and Rachel stared in disbelief.

Even Jeremy was too shocked to react immediately; he simply stared at Paige, wide-eyed.

Jaden, watching from above, was so excited he nearly jumped down.

The entire hall fell silent, as if frozen in time.

Finally, Enrico’s eyes showed a reaction as he looked at Paige, his eyelashes trembling fiercely.

With one hand still restraining Jeremy, Paige looked coldly at him. “I’m not Enrico, nor am I his subordinate. Shooting you doesn’t count as violating his mother’s will, does it?”

“Ah!” Pain brought Jeremy back to his senses, and he screamed hoarsely.

“Jeremy!” Leah rushed over, reaching out to push Paige away.

Enrico gritted his teeth. “Touch her and see what happens!”

Leah recoiled, afraid to move.

Rachel stood dumbfounded, staring at Enrico. He seemed to see only Paige now, everyone else fading from his sight. She had just stood up for him, yet he didn’t even glance her way.

“Call a doctor! Someone call a doctor!” Leah shouted fearfully.

Several servants hurried over, and chaos erupted in the hall.

Paige gently released Jeremy, who collapsed in pain onto the floor. She handed the gun to a nearby bodyguard and then walked towards Enrico.

“Kill this girl for me!” Jeremy lay on the ground hysterically, “What are you waiting for, kill her! Kill her for me!”

The bodyguards dared not move.

Leah covered Jeremy’s bleeding hand and looked at Enrico, “Enrico, this girl is too reckless. This is your father, how can you allow her to act like this?”

Enrico stared straight ahead, his voice uncertain. “Yeah, why did you have to act like this?”

Paige stood in front of him, using the hand that had just fired the gun to grab the sash of his robe around his waist, looping it around her finger in circles, her voice soft and gentle. “I want you to come back to the room with me. They’re too annoying, they won’t let you come back.”

Enrico looked down at her hand movements, and smiled. “You miss me that much?”Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“Yeah,” Paige smiled at him slightly, “Can we go back to the room now? Can we just ignore them?”

“Sure.”

Seeing Enrico about to follow Paige, Rachel couldn’t help but speak up, “Bro, Father is injured, and you…”

She couldn’t finish her sentence because Paige turned to look at her. “You just take care of your father. Your brother is going to stay with me.”

Paige smiled at her, then turned away without looking at her again, leading Enrico away.

Enrico followed Paige like a puppet, letting her lead him away.

Jaden stood upstairs watching the scene, finally releasing the tightly clenched fist. Over these years, bound by the late madam’s wishes, the boss endured humiliation and verbal abuse from the master time and again. He had been fighting a lone battle in this place. Tonight, the boss was finally not alone anymore. It felt good.

…

Paige pulled Enrico back to the room and closed the door. Enrico pulled her towards him, pressing her against the nearby wall, breathing heavily as he leaned closer to her.

He held her like that, not saying a word, just looking at her.

Paige leaned against the wall and looked at him. “Why didn’t you come up just now? You could have ignored those filthy words.”

At her words, Enrico’s expression changed slightly. He looked at her for a while before speaking in a low, hoarse voice, “What if I had an episode? It wouldn’t be good.”

Paige’s eyes widened at his words. He had stayed downstairs all this time to provoke himself into an episode. If he did have an episode, he wouldn’t need to be rational or care about his late mother’s wishes; he could retaliate immediately.

She gently pulled his hand away and calmly said, “Thinking like that isn’t good.”

“I won’t, anymore,” Enrico stared at her.

Paige felt a bit uncomfortable under his gaze. She could almost guess his underlying meaning: “Because you’re here, I won’t do it anymore.”

She had fired that shot purely because she couldn’t stand Jeremy’s despicable behavior-killing his wife and insulting her in front of his son.

“Does your hand hurt?” Enrico lowered his head to look at her hand.

Paige looked down at her hand, still smelling of gun smoke, and shook her head. “It hurts a bit, but I’m more worried about your father targeting me in the future.”

“You were scared and still dared to shoot?” Enrico pressed his finger against her face. “Shouldn’t I be asking you this: Paige, have you fallen in love with me?”

Paige looked at him speechlessly, wanting to reply ‘Dream on’, but it was just a thought, she remained silence.

Enrico pinched her earlobe gently. “Don’t worry, since you love me like this, how could I let you get hurt?”