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

Chapter 585: Her Prison of Frustration

Nnenna’s heart pounded. No. Something about this confession felt wrong, forced, unnatural. The housekeeper

was loyal, yes, but this sounded more like... a man cornered.

Carl's jaw tightened, but his eyes never left the bowed figure in front of him.

“No... that’s not true.”

Carl shook his head slowly, almost as if trying to shake away the words themselves.

“It's true,” the housekeeper insisted, his voice breaking. “I don’t want to look you in the eye and lie, Your

Highness. I'm sorry.”

He finally lifted his face, and though his eyes were red and downcast, the sorrow in them was unmistakable.

“But why?” Nnenna'’s voice cout sharper than she intended. Her chest tightened. What could possibly push

him to this? What was his motive?

The question hung in the air, burning through every corner of the room. The servants leaned forward slightly,

guards stiffened, even Daniels cold expression flickered with curiosity. Everyone wanted the sanswer.

The housekeeper drew a shaky breath. “I did it... because someone paidto do it.”

Carl's expression darkened, his voice dropping like ice. “Who?”

“I'm not sure,” the housekeeper admitted, his lips trembling. “But... | recognized her face. The Queen of Reshmi.

Athena.”

The nlanded like a thunderclap.

Nnenna’s stomach lurched. Athena again? The sound of it echoed in her head, heavy and suffocating. That

woman's shadow stretched everywhere, first the kidnapping, then Somto’s death, and now... Carl.

Her fists clenched unconsciously. Why is this aunt of mine always behind the worst things?

Carl's silence was louder than any outburst. His gaze lingered on the housekeeper, unreadable but sharp,

weighing every word, every flicker of guilt.

Finally, his voice cut through. “The trial will be held, as Daniel said.” He straightened, his authority filling the

space. “And | expect a better explanation by then.”

Though his words were firm, Nnenna could see it, he wasn’t shutting the door completely. He was still giving the

housekeeper a chance, one last thread to hold on to.

“Con. You need to go back to bed,” Nnenna whispered, her voice gentle yet firm as she tugged at Carl's

hand.

“I'm not fragile, you know,” Carl reminded her, his usual calm smile tugging faintly at his lips.

“I know,” she replied quickly, glancing back at him. “But let's go back.”

She held onto him tighter and kept leading him forward.

“Wait,” Carl said suddenly.

But Nnenna, thinking he only wanted to stall, pressed on. “You should rest,” she insisted, eyes fixed ahead—

Then it happened.

Carl lurched violently, his body shaking as a deep cough tore through his chest. Before Nnenna could turn fully to

him, hot wetness splattered across her.

Blood.

Thick, red, and terrifying, Carl vomited blood all over her front, the sound echoing horribly in the wide room.

Gasps erupted.

“Your Highness!” Nanny screamed, clutching her apron.

“Oh heavens—!"” one servant dropped the tray she was holding, the crash drowned out by the shocked cries.

Daniel froze only for a moment before his instincts took over. He rushed forward, trying to pull Nnenna away.

“Move aside! He needs space!”

But Nnenna didn’t move. She steadied Carl as his body sagged heavily against her, her arms firm despite the

blood soaking her dress. “Carl, stay with me,” she said, her tone low but urgent, eyes sharp and focused. She

wasn't panicking, she was assessing.

Carl's knees gave way. He collapsed fully, unconscious.

“Your Highness!” several voices echoed at once, the room erupting into chaos, servants shouting, nanny already

crying, scalling for Alice.

Daniel tried again to push Nnenna aside, but before he could, the housekeeper’s calm, steady voice cut through

the noise.

“Let her be,” he said firmly, his eyes locked on Nnenna. “She knows what she’s doing. Don't interfere.”

Daniel froze, his jaw tight, but he stepped back reluctantly.

Nnenna lowered Carl carefully to the floor, cradling his head with one hand, her other already checking his pulse

with practiced precision. Her expression was steady, though her heart raced.

She didn’t even glance at the blood staining her. “His pulse is weak,” she said quickly, her calmness giving the

others an anchor in the storm.

The servants hovered helplessly, eyes wide with worry. Nanny was trembling so much she had to grip a chair for

support, whispering prayers under her breath.

“Fetch Alice now!” Daniel barked, snapping the guards into action.

Nnenna brushed a strand of hair from Carl's pale face, her jaw tightening. “Hold on, Carl,” she whispered, her

voice low enough only he could hear, even though he was unconscious.

For a moment, despite the chaos around them, it was just her steady hands keeping him grounded.

The hall was still buzzing with panic, but Nnenna didn’t let the noise reach her. Her hands moved with quiet

precision, steady as if she had rehearsed this moment a thousand times.

She tilted Carl slightly, checking the rise and fall of his chest. Her fingers brushed his neck, feeling his pulse

again, weak, but there.

She pressed lightly on his sternum, listening to the rhythm of his breathing. Then she checked his lips and gums,

the pallor of his skin, her movements fast but deliberate.

Her face gave nothing away. No flicker of fear, no sign of what she thought.

The servants leaned closer, desperate for answers, but her silence was unshaken. Even the housekeeper, who

always read emotions easily, found her expression unreadable.

Finally, she lifted her eyes, calm, steady, and spoke, her voice cutting clean through the noise.

“Daniel. Helptake him inside.”

Daniel blinked, startled. For a heartbeat he hesitated, as if expecting more, sexplanation, some

reassurance, but none came. Nnenna'’s tone had no space for argument.

“Yes, Princess,” he said quickly, dropping to Carl's other side, not bothering to argue anymore.

Together, they lifted Carl's limp body, his weight heavy between them. The servants parted at once, whispering,

trembling, following with wide, worried eyes as the two carried their prince away.

And still, Nnenna'’s face never changed.

Inside Carl's room, the air was heavy with tension. The servants and guards lingered by the closed door,

whispering prayers under their breath though the people in the room didn’t hear it.

Nnenna knelt beside the bed, gripping Carl's hand tightly. His skin was clammy, his pulse faint and erratic.

Love System, | don’t understand, she thought, her voice sharp in desperation. He said he could slow the poison.

He said he had a month. Why is he getting worse now?

“I'm sorry, Nnenna. | can’t tell you that.”

Her jaw clenched. Please. He'll die if you don’t helpfigure this out!

“I'm sorry... you don’t have enough good points.” The System's tone was soft, almost guilty.

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A pause. Then—

Ding!

“15,000 good points deducted.”

A faint glow spread over Carl's body. The tension in his muscles eased, the tremors stilled. His shallow breaths

grew deeper, less erratic. The blue tint on his lips faded into a pale but more natural color.

Everyone leaned forward with hope, Nnenna, the housekeeper, the nanny, even Daniel, watching as Carl's body

stabilized not seeing the mysterious healing light.

They looked at Nnenna in awe. She really did it... She saved him!

Then, silence.

Carl didn’t open his eyes. His body lay still, his chest rising and falling steadily but unnaturally slow.

“He’s alive,” Nnenna finally said, her voice calm but low, eyes fixed on him. “But... he’s in a coma.”

Relief swept through the room, mixed with dread. They were grateful he hadn't died, but the sight of their prince

lying motionless was enough to chill every heart.

Nnenna didn’t blink. She didn’t cry. She simply pressed Carl's hand between hers and whispered under her

breath, more to herself than anyone else:

You're not leavinglike he did.

“You've bought him two more months,” the Love System said at last interrupting her thoughts. Relief swept

through Nnenna’s chest, only to freeze instantly at the next words.

“But that’s only if the poison is no longer administered. If it continues, he might not even last that long...

depending on the dose.”

Nnenna'’s blood ran cold, her eyes narrowing into sharp focus. | will never let that happen.

Two weeks crawled by, each day

more suffocating than the last. Carl

still lay in his comanpigpreathing

straliowiBuPsteady, his face paler

than before. And yet, despite her

watch, despite her endless searching,

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That could only mean one thing, someone was still poisoning him.

Either the housekeeper had an accomplice... or maybe he wasn’t guilty in the first place.

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Nnenna had torn apart Carl's room

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anxious protests, Deis eyéni

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fabric. Nothing. No powder, no

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