The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Chapter 7: Secretly Returning to the Clarke family



Watching this, Susan and Olivia both silently agreed that she was having an episode.

Paige bounced farther and farther, moving to the two maids’ rooms. She quickly stole Susan’s sleeping pills and ran into the kitchen.

“Oh, Miss, it’s dangerous in the kitchen,” Olivia hurriedly stopped her. “Come on, come with me.”

“I want to play here! I want to play here!” Paige started shouting, struggling as she bumped into the nearby counter.

Olivia quickly grabbed her, but Paige took the advantage to drop the pills into a nearby water bottle.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

After doing this, she pretended to let Olivia lead her out.

An hour later.

The whole mansion was unusually quiet, not a sound to be heard.

Paige emerged from her room and found Susan and Olivia slumped against the wall, deeply asleep. She approached and moved them to the sofa, covering them with blankets. Given the dosage of the pills, they would sleep for five hours at least.

Paige headed outside. She looked up at the deep blue sky and took a deep breath.

This was the taste of freedom.

She hailed a taxi and gave an address. “221 Crescent Lane, Maplewood District. How long will it take to get there?”

“About an hour if there’s no traffic. Are you going?”

The driver glanced back at her.

“Let’s go.”

Throughout the journey, Paige’s eyes were fixed on the scenery outside the window. It had been three years since she set foot on this land, and the changes in the capital were astounding. New skyscrapers and buildings sprouted up everywhere, each scene unfamiliar to her.

The car stopped in front of a luxurious private villa. The driver said, “Miss, it’s 58 dollars. Thank you.”

There was no response.

The driver glanced back, seeing the girl sitting in the back seat, seemingly completely oblivious to his words, her eyes staring out dreamily at the villa through the car window.

“Miss? Is this your home?” the driver casually asked.

At his words, Paige laughed, a bitter smile crossing her face. “An enemy’s home.”

The driver was taken aback.

“Just kidding,” Paige quickly added, not wanting to alarm him. “Can you wait for me for 10 minutes? I didn’t bring any money. I’ll go get it now.”

“Of course,” the driver nodded.

Paige pushed open the car door and stepped out onto the roadside. Standing there, she looked up at the intricately carved large iron gate, memories from the past flooded back.

“Paige, we adopted you because your blood is suitable for Molly. You must take the medication so that your blood can be used to treat her!”

“Dad, it’s hurt… I don’t want to take the medicine anymore… Please…”

“You have no choice, take it! ”

“Dad, I beg you, I beg you, I’m also your daughter. I’ll repay you, please don’t send me away, please…”

“Now that things have come to this, I’m not afraid to tell you. Molly’s cured. You’re useless now.”

“Today, you must marry!”

She had once knelt before her foster father, Malik Clarke, in front of this iron gate, clutching his hand and pleading desperately, begging him not to marry her off to an old man.

Her humble pleas were met with Malik’s merciless truth.

Paige stood there, her gaze shifting from the gate to the swing bench in the courtyard.

That day, Molly sat elegantly on it in an expensive designer dress, kicked her chin with sharp heels.

“Paige, I didn’t want to marry you off so early, but Bryan likes you. He wrote you love letters, confessed to you, and chased after you at all costs.”

“Look at this face. Do men like sluts like you?”

With that, Molly raised her foot and viciously scratched her face.

Paige fell to the ground.

At that moment, Paige didn’t resist; she only pleaded, tears streaming down her face, “Molly, we’re sisters, we grew up together…”

“Sisters? You’re not even worthy of that,” Molly sneered disdainfully. “Paige, you’re just an abandoned baby. We raised you for eighteen years, and now it’s time for you to repay us.”

“Molly…”

Molly sat on the beautiful swing, ignoring her, and turned to Malik. “Dad, you talk to Mr. Bush. Tape her slutty look when fucked her and I’ll show the footage to Bryan then and see if he still thinks the bitch is innocent and cute.”

“Sure, whatever you want,” Malik replied.


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