The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

The bodyguard’s tone grew more disdainful as he continued to speak.

Paige couldn’t listen anymore and was about to interrupt, but before she could say anything, Enrico shot her a sharp look.

He didn’t allow her to interfere.

“…”

She looked at him in silence.

What was wrong with him?

Enrico sat there, his face darkened as he picked up the shrimp she had peeled and ate it slowly, chewing with a grim expression. Meanwhile, outside, the bodyguard grew more and more brazen in his rant.

“Do you think this is love? Are you looking for a lover, or just a servant you find convenient?”

“…”

“Your life may be fulfilled, but what about mine? Why can’t I have a child? Why can’t I have a healthy wife? Why should I waste my whole life on you?”

At the peak of his outburst, the bodyguard’s voice became more desperate, almost tearing through the air. “I beg you to let me go! You can die wherever you want, just leave me alone!”

*Bang!*

Paige slammed her chopsticks onto the table, her voice icy. “Even if you want to break up, at least show some decency in how you speak.”

The moment she said that, everything outside went silent.

The shadow reflected on the window even trembled, and the voice on the other side sounded terrified. “M-Miss?”

Enrico’s face darkened as he stood up from the table and walked outside. Paige panicked. “Enrico…”

But it was as if he hadn’t heard her. He continued walking out.

Seeing that he ignored her, Paige quickly stood up and chased after him. Before she could reach the door, the sound of a violent beating echoed from outside.

“Mr. Gustin, Mr. Gustin, I was wrong, I was wrong…”

The sound of terrified pleading continued.

Paige rushed to the door, only to see in the chilly night, Enrico had grabbed the bodyguard by the collar and thrown him to the ground, his fists landing blow after blow.

He looked like a man possessed.

Punch after punch.

It was clear he intended to beat the man to death.

Not a word was spoken.

The bodyguard’s face quickly turned blue, and he kept begging for mercy, but it only met with more punches.

Paige stood at the door, silently watching as Enrico’s face, shrouded in the night, became more twisted, his deep eyes wild and deranged.

She stepped forward and noticed the bodyguard’s phone lying at her feet. From it came the sound of a girl crying, “Please stop hitting him, it’s my fault, I’ll never call him again during work…”

Paige bent down, picked up the phone, and approached the two men. She looked at the ordinary-looking bodyguard and said coldly, “She’s still speaking up for you. Don’t you have anything to say?”

Hearing her voice, Enrico seemed to snap out of a trance, his fist halting in mid-air.

After a pause, he threw another punch at the bodyguard’s face, gritting his teeth as he growled, “Answer the question!”

The bodyguard, his face bloodied and swollen, with fear still etched deep in his eyes, suddenly looked devastated. Lying on the cold ground, he gazed emptily at the phone in Paige’s hand as tears began to stream down his face.

“I’m just scared,” he finally confessed, tears flowing freely. “Scared of that kind of life… and scared that if I pour all my love into her, what if she leaves me first? How will I go on?”

“…”

Paige was stunned by his response. She hadn’t expected that.

She turned to Enrico, who was equally caught off guard. He stared at the bodyguard, frozen, the fury on his face slowly fading.

Suddenly, Enrico released the bodyguard, turned on his heel, and walked back inside.

The bodyguard staggered to his feet, looking at Paige in terror. “Miss, Miss, I didn’t mean to disturb Mr. Gustin, I…”

“How are your injuries?” Paige interrupted coldly.

The bodyguard gingerly touched his face, “It’s nothing serious, but Miss, Mr. Gustin won’t fire me, right? I worked hard to get this high-paying job…”

“Go get treated,” Paige said as she turned to leave. After a moment’s thought, she stopped and glanced back at him. “Did you know about her illness from the start?”

The bodyguard, confused by her question, nodded slowly.

“If you knew from the beginning, why did you allow yourself to fall in love with her? And if you did, why are you so hesitant now?”

Her gaze turned colder. “Don’t act like you’re some innocent victim. Not everyone is like you.”

With that, Paige left without looking back.

“…”

The bodyguard stood frozen in place.

Paige entered the building and saw Enrico standing by the liquor cabinet, a cigarette clenched between his teeth. He reached for a matchbox and struck a match with one hand, but it didn’t light.

He tried again, this time cupping both hands around the flame.

But the small flame seemed to be mocking him, refusing to light the cigarette.

*Bang!*

Enrico angrily slammed the matchbox to the ground, then kicked the liquor cabinet, causing the bottles inside to sway dangerously.

Paige stood there, watching him.

Enrico could feel her eyes on him, but he turned away, avoiding her gaze. He wanted to kick again, but somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to do it in front of her.

Rage coursed through him, pushing him to the brink of violence.

She kept watching him.

He pulled the cigarette from his mouth and threw it to the floor, growling in a low voice, “Stop staring at me. Go finish your meal.”

“I’m not like him,” Paige said softly, standing under the dim yellow light, her words deliberate and clear.

The night outside was thick and heavy.

“I know,” Enrico replied.

“If you really knew, you wouldn’t be this upset,” she said.

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Enrico suddenly turned around, his bloodshot eyes glaring at her. “Should I be like before, never asking how you feel and just deciding that we won’t have kids? Or should I lock you up in the Rose Estate like before, so you won’t even have a chance to escape?”

“…”

Yes, before, he never considered her feelings. Now that he did, all the pain had come flooding back to him.

She looked at him calmly and asked, “Do you want children now?”

“I don’t want them!”

Enrico’s voice was hoarse with desperation. “What kind of person like me wants kids? To have a child like you, only to watch them go mad one day? I don’t want that! So don’t expect me to ask you!”

“…”

Someone like him…

He cared about his illness far more than she had realized.

Paige stood there, her heart aching as she watched him. “But you do want to ask me, don’t you?”

Ever since his headaches had returned, ever since she had canceled their date, he had wanted to ask her…

At her words, Enrico laughed bitterly, looking at her with a mocking expression. “What would I ask? Ask if you want kids? Or ask if you can take care of a lunatic? Or maybe ask if you’ll be able to live alone after the lunatic dies?”

“…”

Paige was shocked to realize that the president of the Gustin Group had spiraled into such irrational thoughts. He had been thinking of her all along.