They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 583: Trouble

Exactly.” Nnenna pulled the kit onto her lap, determination glinting in her eyes. ‘If the world’s going to keep

throwing problems at me, I'll be ready to patch myself up and keep moving.’

Ding!

"280 good points deducted."

In the next instant, a sleek, fully equipped first aid box appeared beside her bed.

Nnenna opened it with practiced hands, her eyes scanning the neatly arranged content, antiseptic, gauze,

scissors, gloves, and even burn ointment. "Not bad," she murmured. "Looks like it cstraight out of a

hospital."

She slipped on the gloves and carefully unwrapped her palms. The wounds were worse than she had allowed

herself to notice earlier, deep scrapes lined with angry red flesh, tiny bits of wire still clinging to the cuts. Her

breath hitched, but her hands didn’t shake.

"Alright. Let's do this."

She first rinsed the wounds with the sterile solution, biting her lip hard as the sting lanced through her nerves.

The liquid bubbled faintly against the torn skin, carrying away dirt and tiny strands of metal. Her brows furrowed,

but she didn’t let a sound escape.

"You're tough," the Love System commented softly.

"Pain is temporary. Infection is worse," she muttered, focusing on her task.

She used the tweezers to remove the stubborn wire fragments, her movements precise, almost surgical. Then,

with steady fingers, she dabbed antiseptic over the wounds. The burn of the liquid spread like fire up her arms,

but Nnenna only exhaled slowly through her nose, forcing her body to stay calm.

Finally, she layered gauze over each palm, wrapping them snugly with clean bandages. When she tied the last

knot, she flexed her fingers lightly. The movement pulled at the fresh wrappings, but her work was neat and

professional, firm enough to protect, loose enough not to restrict.

She leaned back, exhaling. "Done."

"Impressive," the System remarked. "It's almost like you've been trained for this your whole life."

Nnenna gave a faint smile. "What's the point of skills if you don’t use them when it matters?"

"Great, let's go."

Nnenna stepped out of her room, her hands wrapped neatly in fresh bandages, and made her way through the

long corridors toward Carl's quarters. The walk felt endless, but after about thirty minutes, she arrived, just in

time.

Ahead of her, the housekeeper, Nanny, and a few carefully chosen servants carried trays of food. Nanny led the

procession with her usual stiff dignity, while the others followed in silence. But it was the housekeeper who

caught Nnenna’s eye immediately.

He carried a single covered bowl with both hands. The soup.

Her gaze sharpened. So it’s true.

As they neared Carl's outer room, she noticed the subtle flick of his wrist, his hand blocking the soup for just a

second, as if shielding it while he again slipped something from a small, almost hidden container. His movements

were precise, practiced... suspicious.

Her stomach sank. Of all people... him?

The housekeeper had always been the steady one, unfailingly professional. Even when others dismissed her, he

treated her with respect. To see him now, deliberately ensuring only Carl would touch that soup, hit harder than

she wanted to admit.

Disappointment flickered across her face, but she forced herself to stay composed. Not yet. | won't be a hundred

percent sure until | know exactly what's in that bottle.

She inhaled slowly. For now...

‘Love System,’ she ordered silently. "Make him trip. Nothing dangerous, just enough to spill the soup.”

Ding!

"2000 good points deducted."

Her eyes widened. "What? Two thousand? That's robbery!"

"You underestimate him," the Love System explained calmly. "He's not an ordinary man. He's a strong martial

artist. Tripping him without real injury costs more than toppling someone weak. The system balances the

difference."

Nnenna clenched her jaw, forcing herself to accept the deduction. ‘Fine. If it saves Carl, then it’s worth it."

The group reached the clean tile floor of Carl’s room when it happened.

The housekeeper, steady as always, suddenly faltered. His foot snagged on nothing visible, his balance tipping

forward. His arms jerked, the covered bowl tilting, and—

Crash!

The soup flew from his hands in a steaming arc and splattered across the spotless floor. The fragrant liquid

spread everywhere, soaking into the expensive rugs.

Gasps erupted.

Nanny froze mid step, her eyes going wide. "Hubby?!" Her sharp voice cracked with disbelief. "Are you okay??"

The servants all stood rooted in place, jaws slack. They had followed the housekeeper for years, many never

once seeing him stumble. It was like watching a mountain suddenly shift.

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Nanny placed a hand on her chest, still reeling. "Tell me, are you okay? Do | call Alice?"

The servants exchanged uneasy glances, whispering behind their hands.

Only the housekeeper broke the silence, his tone steady, almost too steady. "I'm fine. It's nothing. Accidents

happen."

Nnenna arched a brow, silently echoing the words in her head. Accident, huh? We'll see about that.

Nnenna froze mid thought as the sound of boots echoed down the corridor. A group of royal guards, armored in

black and silver, marched in formation toward Carl's room.

Their polished breastplates gleamed, guns raised in perfect rhythm. At their head was Daniel, the head of

security, broad shouldered, sharp eyed, every movement precise and commanding.

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"Stand aside," Daniel ordered. His voice was firm, cutting through the hallway like steel. The guards stopped in

unison, boots clicking agains the floor.