The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Molly stood there, seething with anger. How did this bastard manage to learn so many tricks after three years in the slums? She glanced sideways and suddenly noticed a thick vine hanging from a nearby tree. Without hesitation, she rushed over and forcefully pulled it down. This vine is way too long… and heavy. She struggled to hold one end of the vine, then saw Paige effortlessly dodging and fighting off the bodyguards’ attacks, not a scratch on her. Molly was furious. Finding her moment, she swung the heavy vine with all her might.

“Die, you bastard!”

Paige caught sight of something flying towards her. She leaped off a bodyguard, reaching out and snatching the vine mid-air.

Molly stared in shock.

Paige landed and couldn’t help but glance at Molly, saying with a hint of amusement, “Thanks.”

With a sudden swing, she knocked down two bodyguards.

The vine acted like a whip in her hands, fluid and deadly, keeping anyone from getting close.

The bodyguards fell one by one, bloodied and groaning in pain on the ground.

Molly was petrified, watching in horror.

Paige swiftly tied up the bodyguards. They squirmed but couldn’t break free.

Paige looked up at Molly, and smiled. “Coming over here yourself?”

Molly collapsed on the ground. “Don’t come over, don’t come over…”

Paige tightened her grip on the vine and walked towards her.

“No, no-” Molly desperately shrank back.

Paige grabbed her shoulder and dragged her back, then swiftly tied her up.

“Ahhh-” Molly screamed, “Paige, you’ll rot in hell!”

Paige clapped her hands and ignored her, ready to leave.

Suddenly, a car sped into the school gate, screeching to a stop beside Paige.

The door swung open, and a middle-aged woman hurried out from the driver’s seat, “Molly!”

It was Kathy.

“Mom-” Molly cried out, completely helpless, bound tightly with the vine.

“I’m here, I’m here,” Kathy rushed over with concern, kneeling down to vigorously untie the vine binding Molly.

Paige clenched her blood-stained fist and continued walking forward.

“Paige!” Kathy stood up after untying Molly and called out to her, turning to stop her, “Shouldn’t we have a good talk?”

“What’s there to talk about?” Paige snorted coldly, ready to move forward again, but then heard Kathy suddenly sigh sadly, “Malik has been arrested, and our family is ruined… Since you insist on forcing us all to die, then I’ll grant your wish. I brought poison for Molly and me.”

Molly froze. What was her mother saying?

Paige wanted to leave right then, but her feet stayed rooted to the ground, unmoving…

Five minutes later, Paige sat in an empty classroom closest to the west gate with them.

She sat expressionless while Kathy placed a white pill bottle on the desk in front of her and sat down, studying her carefully. “You’re even more beautiful than before.”

Paige remained impassive.

“Mom, why are you complimenting her?” Molly looked at Kathy with annoyance.

“Don’t speak,” Kathy softly interrupted Molly, then turned to Paige again. “Paige, can you spare your father? After all, he’s your father. Just say that all those videos you made were fake, all fabricated by you, and we can put this behind us.”

“No way,” Paige responded without hesitation, feeling irritated and wanting to reach for another candy from her pocket, but there were none left.

“Are you really going to be so ruthless?” Kathy looked at her sadly.

“Ruthless?” Paige chuckled coldly, lifting her eyes to stare at Kathy. “Not as ruthless as what you’ve done. Raising an abandoned child to harvest her blood for your daughter’s illness, marrying her off to an old man, throwing her into the slums.”

“Is this why you hold a grudge against us?” Kathy frowned.

“Malik deserves what he got,” Paige said coldly.

“Don’t speak about my father like that!” Molly shouted in agitation.

Kathy remained surprisingly calm, pressing down Molly’s hand to prevent her from causing a scene. Then she pushed the bottle of pills to the center of the desk, her tone soft yet firm. “Paige, I’m glad we can sat down to talk today. We can only discuss two outcomes here: either you let your father go, or you watch me and Molly die.”

Paige sat in the chair, a mocking smile in her eyes. “Die then. You can commit suicide. It’s none of my busine.”

“Can you really watch us die?” Kathy looked at her in disbelief.

Kathy understood her temperament-kind, soft-hearted, loyal. That’s why Kathy had said those words, hoping to soften Paige’s heart, but she couldn’t believe Paige could say such heartless things now.

“I can’t watch?” Paige looked at her puzzled, then nodded. “Fine, you die, I’m leaving.”

With that, Paige stood up.

Kathy stood there, shocked, staring at her.

Molly was so angry she wanted to curse again, but Kathy immediately grabbed her, raising her voice. “Paige, don’t blame me for being harsh. You have to understand, you weren’t raised by your biological parents. You were just an abandoned baby.”

Paige stopped in her tracks, her hand clenched at her side.

“I know we didn’t treat you well. But every time you were ill, it was me who fed you medicine, nursed you back to health. Even though we only celebrated Molly’s birthday, I sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to you with a cake too, didn’t I? Remember that time you didn’t get first place and cried all day at home? I did nothing else but comfort you.”

“Such cheap care,” Paige mocked, slowly turning around to face Kathy directly. “Raising a child like a pet and expecting gratitude?”

“Paige, it’s not like that,” Kathy said earnestly, her eyes moistening. “Even puppies and piglets survive when they’re abandoned. But could a baby survive being left outside without anyone to care for her?”

Paige looked at her, surprised at her “mother’s” eloquence.

“You were just an unwanted infant. If we hadn’t raised you, you would have died long ago.” Kathy stared at her.

Hearing this, Paige slowly approached them, hands pressed on the desk, looking coldly at Kathy. “Sending me to the slums was a death sentence for me. Since then, I’ve settled my debt with the Clarkes.”All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“What about owing me?” Kathy pressed on, tears now brimming in her eyes. “I fed you your first milk, bought your first clothes. Even your first period, I arranged everything for you.”

“When you were little, you were so attached to me. You said you wished I was your real mother, that you wanted me to always care for you. You know I had some genuine feelings for you. When you were sent to the slums, you saw me begging your father. After that, I fell ill intermittently for a year. You can check the hospital records.”

“So that’s why you can sit here and talk to me like this now,” Paige said coldly. “If there was ever a glimpse of real emotion in my life before, it was from you, Kathy. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have stayed to listen to this.”

“Alright, you admit that I’ve been good to you,” Kathy wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at Paige. “Let’s forget about your father and Molly. Just focus on me. Do you realize you’re destroying my family right now? Have I harmed you? Is this how you want to retaliate against me?”

“But if there was ever a moment you regarded me as your mother, you owe me for that, do you understand?” Kathy choked up, her voice growing sadder.

Paige listened to Kathy’s words, staring at her pale, sorrowful face, and suddenly everything clicked for her. She laughed, a mocking laugh.

Seeing her suddenly laugh, Kathy was taken aback.

Molly, standing nearby, angrily said, “What are you laughing at? Are you crazy?”

“I’m laughing because you’re the ruthless one here,” Paige stared at Kathy. “Malik clearly hurt me, but you, you’re the one who’s truly heartless.”

Kathy’s so-called care was all fake, seeming like concern but ultimately sending her to the slums. Now Kathy was using this small favor to blackmail her.

“I’m not,” Kathy denied immediately, then countered, “Paige, if that’s how you see it, then I regret ever treating you like a mother. Go ahead, watch your father, mother, and Molly all die. Consider yourself a wild child who grew up without anyone’s protection.”

Molly chimed in, “You think you don’t owe the Clarkes? Paige, think about it. We sent you to the slums once, and you sent my dad to prison. Fine, if that evens things out for you, what about the debt of upbringing? Have you repaid that? You’re just an abandoned baby. Without us, you wouldn’t even have had the chance to survive in the slums!”

Paige didn’t want to listen to their nonsense, but strangely, she absorbed every word. Yes, without them, she wouldn’t have had the chance to endure all this torment.