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

Chapter 347: I Was Wrong

So Little sweetie cancelled that idea and came up with a new almost impossible plan. She could still remember….

…. How her hands had trembled as she finally made the call last night: “Sir, it’s falling apart. If you want to see them again, come soon.”

But presently, instead of turning toward her… Somto did nothing.

He did not expose her. Did not even glance her way.

He had heard her… and he had come. But it did not seem like he was here to punish her or to speak of failures.

Little Sweetie let out a breath she did not know she was holding and silently thanked the stars above that she had made that call in time.

Flashback — The Night Before

Across the glittering seas of the continent, deep inside a fortress high above the capital city of a powerful Kingdom, a secure phone buzzed on a glass desk.

Not just any phone.

It was the phone.

The special line.

The one that only rang when something was serious enough to rattle kingdoms.

General Somto’s eyes snapped open the second he heard the custom ringtone, sharp, distinct, impossible to ignore. He reached for it, already knowing who it was.

“Talk to me,” he said, no greeting, just steel in his voice.

A quiet voice responded, barely above a whisper. Calm. Tense. Female.

“They’ve been captured,” Little Sweetie said. “All of them. Locked in the Purlit central dungeon. I’ve infiltrated the outer ring of the castle. I can see everything but… I’m running out of time.”

Somto sat up straighter, every muscle in his body tensing. “Are they alive?”

“For now. But there’s an execution set for mid morning. I… I didn’t want to interfere too early. I thought maybe they would pull through. I didn’t want to blow my cover unless absolutely necessary.”

a beat

in.

his feet, pacing. His mind calculating distances, time,

do you need?” he asked, his voice

it’s the Elite unit… one squad should

her off. “Don’t move a muscle. Don’t do anything

She blinked. “Sir?”

“I’m coming myself.”

Little Sweetie “…”

silence on

wavered through

this isn’t something that requires

off, his voice

“She’s in trouble.”

all

four words, and everything else

spoke again. This time softer, almost to

“She needs me.”

Little Sweetie fell silent.

the window of his war room, the cold night wind drifting

and it’s not about hierarchy,” he said. “You’ve done more than

words hang there for a moment. Words

spent the last ten years convincing myself that silence was protection. That distance would keep her

the phone, the weight

“But I was wrong.”

hospital, the moment he saw her again after all those years. The moment everything inside him shifted. That night, it had hit him how far she had grown, how

he had

to shield her… but all I did was

the decision final in

facing anything without me. Whether I’m supposed to be

walked toward the helipad, giving no room

“She’s my person.”