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

Chapter 15: Byee Uncle Ikenna!

As she watched him leave, Nnenna couldn't help but smile. She had gained more than just good points today. She had gained his attention, and perhaps, a little bit of his respect.

Physical therapy time had long passed, and Ikenna was preparing to leave for his other duties. His irritation, however, was evident in the sharp tone of his voice.

"If you keep skipping physical therapy, you might never walk again. I'm going now, but you better be ready to start moving when I get back here."

Four's only response was a fleeting glance in Ikenna's direction, his silence louder than words. He then turned his piercing gaze toward Nnenna, clearly signaling that she should follow the man who had brought her in.

But Nnenna, ever the master of feigned ignorance, acted as though she hadn't noticed. Instead, she directed her attention to Ikenna, who was at the door, and gave him a cheerful wave. "Byee, Uncle Ikenna!"

"By-wait, uncle?!" Ikenna roared in disbelief as the door shut firmly behind him. He spun around, his hand reaching for the door handle to address this audacious anomaly.

Before he could make any progress, however, the two male nurses stationed outside stepped forward.

One of them spoke with an apologetic bow. "I'm sorry, sir, but our boss has left strict instructions. You're not to re-enter unless it's urgent or absolutely necessary."

Ikenna "..."

For a moment, Ikenna was speechless, his face contorting into a mix of frustration and amusement. "That... brat," he muttered under his breath.

Ikenna was well known among the staff, not only for his

it's urgent, necessary, or I personally allow it,

one that the staff found unreasonable, but

the futility of arguing with the two guards who stood like stone

number, his face twisted in annoyance. But as soon as the line connected, a message played "the number you are trying to reach is

Physical therapist Ikenna "..."

Since when is Four's number ever unavailable?" He muttered, pacing a few

or maybe he just didn't want to talk

it go, Ikenna reluctantly turned off his phone and walked away, muttering something

come back tomorrow," he resolved, convinced that Four would be in a better mood

of Ikenna's predictable habits. As soon as the new

again, his dark eyes cold and distant. The silent message was clear, leave. But as

with a casual comment. "I noticed you didn't do your physical therapy. I was supposed to do mine, too, but now it looks like we've both skipped it, huh?" Her

man across from her remained completely unfazed. Without a single word, he maneuvered his wheelchair toward the massive bookshelf that

fingers brushed lightly across the spines of neatly arranged books until he pulled out one, its cover embossed with

to the large

and tranquility. He positioned himself by the window and opened the book, burying himself in its pages with

easily dissuaded. She was tempted to call out to