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

Chapter 8: The Paralyzed Man

Nnenna groaned. "A fair trade?! This is daylight robbery!"

The system sniffed. "Well, maybe if you stopped using points on pity parties, oh, by the way, you might want to look up."

"Look up?"

She raised her head, her heart sinking as she realized the housekeeper was still standing in the doorway. His face was a mixture of concern and confusion, his hand hovering as if debating whether to call for the doctor.

Nnenna "..."

The princess's shifting expressions and muttered words had not gone unnoticed.

"That fall must have been terrible," he murmured to himself.

"Grandpa Housekeeper! You're still here?" Nnenna forced a bright smile, her voice trembling slightly. "Please, come in!"

The old man hesitated, his worry deepening. Why did she suddenly sound so...normal? He stepped into the room cautiously, still unsure if he should call a psychiatrist.

Nnenna silently prayed that he would ignore everything he just noticed.

The last thing she wanted was to be admitted to the psychiatric ward.

Planning her revenge from there would be much more difficult.

"Come in, come in! Did you bring my favorite snack?" Nnenna called out eagerly, her voice carrying a rare spark of excitement.

had been hesitating just outside the door, relaxed

face as he stepped inside. "Yes, yes! I made sure to prepare it the moment I heard you were awake. I've been waiting for this day, and I am

over the neatly wrapped snacks, watching her eyes light up as she took

the chair by her bedside, chatting softly and catching up. The atmosphere was calm, filled with

ended, the housekeeper rose reluctantly, patting her shoulder before he left. "Rest well, Princess

the

Are you there?" she whispered

System replied, its

asked, her voice trembling slightly. "I don't have much time

could finish, its tone probing yet

breath hitched, her unspoken thoughts exposed. The system sighed softly, as if it could feel her conflicted emotions. "Anyway," it continued, "all you have

decided to deflect.

much time left. Use your drip stand or anything else for support, but move! Move,

the urgency in its tone, Nnenna swung her legs over the side of the bed and gripped the drip stand tightly. Her body protested with every step, but she refused to

hallway, the bright lights and bustling noise greeted her. Visitors, now leaving as the day came to an end, cast her curious looks. A pale girl in

moving forward. She turned a corner and froze at

CRASH!

echoed sharply through the corridor, making her jump. Anxiety gripped her chest as she thought, 'What if someone's in trouble?' Her second thought, equally pressing,

room from which the sound had come. Her

awkwardly on the floor, a tray pan beside him and its

her drip stand in

her, and with a surprised yelp, she tumbled to the ground right next to the

turned to ice the moment Nnenna entered. She had not expected a warm welcome, but the silence from

did not flinch. He did not even turn his head to look