The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Leah screamed in horror, “Emery? No, no, it can’t be. This isn’t Emery. He’s still studying abroad! He’s studying abroad!”

No matter how chaotic the battles within *The Gustin Family’s villa* were, Emery had always managed to stay uninvolved. How could this happen? It wasn’t possible!

Leah, disregarding her dignity, clung to the side of the crystal coffin, trying to convince herself that the corpse inside wasn’t her son. Her eyes caught sight of a severed finger, and at that moment, the last thread of her sanity snapped. Her vision went black, and she collapsed, fainting on the spot.

The crowd erupted into chaos.

Rachel stood there, covering her mouth in shock as she stared blankly at the body inside the coffin.

After the incident in *River Town*, she had seen Enrico and Paige at the funeral, with Paige wearing dark sunglasses. Emery had also stopped contacting her recently, so she had her suspicions. But now, seeing him lying dead inside the coffin, the reality hit her hard.

“Jaden!” Jeremy roared in fury, his gaze fixed on Jaden. “Give me an explanation!”

Why was his youngest son lying bloodied in a coffin?

Jaden calmly stepped forward, his expression unwavering. “Old Master, please accept my condolences. People choose their own paths. When someone chooses not to stay on the right one and instead becomes a lapdog for others, they should be prepared to be slaughtered.”

His tone was gentle, almost kind.

“Was it Enrico who killed him?” Jeremy’s rage intensified as he grabbed Jaden by the collar, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

Several bodyguards rushed forward, pulling Jeremy away forcefully.

Jeremy was so furious that the veins on his forehead throbbed. Pointing at Jaden, he shouted, “He killed his own brother? Does he not fear divine retribution?”

The crowd began to murmur in confusion.

Jaden straightened his clothes casually and said, “It seems, Old Master, you’re not aware yet. Emery was the mastermind behind the *River Town* terror incident. But don’t worry, once the police finish compiling their evidence, the public will know soon enough.”

The room fell into a stunned silence.

The *River Town* incident had been one of the worst in the nation; everyone knew about it.

What had they just heard? Emery, the young heir of the *Gustin Family*, was involved in a terror attack?

Jeremy stood frozen in shock, unable to comprehend how his son could be tied to such a tragedy.

“Boss knew how much you cared for this son of yours,” Jaden continued, “so he went through a lot of trouble to ensure the body was transported to *The Capital*. He made sure I personally delivered it to you.”

Jaden turned to his bodyguards. “Where’s the wreath? Boss specifically instructed that it must be delivered.”

“It’s here, sir. Right here.”

The crowd parted as several bodyguards carried in a row of beautifully arranged flower baskets, setting them up in front of the crystal coffin. The flowers were vibrant, striking in their beauty.

The atmosphere grew even more tense as people exchanged uncertain glances.

Rachel looked at Jeremy, whose face had darkened considerably. Jaden then added in a calm but biting tone, “How careless of them! I said wreaths, not baskets. Do they think this is a celebration?”

The crowd was taken aback.

“Jaden, that’s enough,” Rachel said coldly, her fist clenched as she covered her mouth, coughing slightly.

She knew this was Enrico’s signal, a warning that he was coming for them. From the moment she saw Enrico had recovered, she should have realized he wouldn’t stay silent for long.

Jaden ignored her and turned back to Jeremy. Bowing slightly, he said, “Oh, and Boss wanted me to pass on a message: Even though you no longer have a son to bury you, do take care of your health. He’s still waiting to bring you back to the villa.”

Whispers spread through the crowd once more.

What did Jaden mean by “no son to bury him”? Enrico was still alive, wasn’t he? Yet Jaden implied otherwise. The words were eerie, leaving everyone uneasy.

Jeremy stood trembling, glaring at Jaden, looking almost as lifeless as the corpse in the coffin.

“Let’s go,” Jaden ordered, and his group departed.

…

Meanwhile, at a distant hospital cafeteria, Paige sat quietly, slowly picking at her food with chopsticks. Thinking of the “gift” Enrico had sent to Jeremy, she couldn’t help but sigh. “Jeremy must despise you right now. He probably wants nothing more than to tear you apart.”

After all, from Jeremy’s perspective, Emery was his only “normal” child left.

Now, his son, whom he had placed all his hopes in, was brutally killed and sent to him in a coffin by the son he hated most. Anyone would lose control.

“Jeremy and I have long been mortal enemies,” Enrico sneered. The more Jeremy hated him, the more satisfaction Enrico derived from it. This was true revenge.

“If the time comes, I’ll do it myself,” Paige said calmly.

“Oh? You love me that much? Enough to ensure my mother’s will is carried out personally?” Enrico looked up at her, a smirk playing on his lips.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yes,” Paige replied without hesitation, no unnecessary explanations.

Enrico paused, his gaze lingering on her. She was so agreeable now that it almost felt strange to him.

“I do have a question for you, though,” Paige said, setting her chopsticks down and hesitating for a moment before continuing. “Back then… did you really let Emery die without helping him?”

Enrico’s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing. He placed his chopsticks down and smiled wickedly. “Isn’t that my style? Ruthless and unforgiving.”

Leaving someone to die was certainly consistent with his reputation.

But Paige still wondered. Back then, Enrico’s hatred had been directed at Jeremy, not Emery or Rachel. He had simply been indifferent to them. So, had he truly left Emery to die? Or had he secretly intervened?

Enrico laughed, his gaze holding hers. “Paige, something’s off about you.”

“What?” she asked, confused.

He reached across the table, gently pinching her chin. “You’ve fallen for me, haven’t you? And now you’re trying to imagine me as some kind of hero, reshaping me into a good guy.”

There was a hint of pride in his voice.

Paige’s eyes narrowed. “So, did you help him or not?”

“Do I seem like the kind of man who would?” Enrico shot back.

“How could someone as young as Emery have escaped a group of ruthless kidnappers on his own?” Paige pressed, staring into his eyes.

Enrico’s eyes darkened slightly, and he gave her chin a firm squeeze. “Smart.”

Of course, his woman was clever, just as he expected.

Paige understood now. He hadn’t given in to the kidnappers, but Emery’s escape had been orchestrated by him.

“That night in *River Town*, did you whisper that in his ear?” Paige asked.

“Yes.”

“Did he hear it?”

“No.”

“…”

So, Emery had gone to his death never knowing that Enrico had once helped him, that he hadn’t left him to die.

Paige’s feelings were complicated. “You did that on purpose?”

“Of course,” Enrico answered without hesitation, his eyes cold. “He crossed you. Did he really think he could die peacefully?”

Even killing Emery wouldn’t satisfy that grudge fully.