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

Chapter 468: Why Did He Help Me?

His face was pale with humiliation.

It wasn’t just him who looked stunned.

A thick, uneasy silence settled over the lecture hall. One by one, heads dropped and gazes shifted awkwardly to the floor or to their desks. A few students were still scrolling, their mouths slightly open in disbelief.

Some looked mortified. Others embarrassed. And some just confused, like their entire understanding of what had happened had been ripped out from under them.

Emily folded her arms and raised her brows, clearly satisfied.

Nnenna, meanwhile, stared at the glowing screen on her own phone, her expression distant. She hadn’t known this either.

So Carl must have kept digging after the academy stopped their investigation.

Her fingers curled lightly around her skirt.

But why... Why would Jana go so far?

It was just too extreme. Too hateful.

A tiny shiver crawled down her spine as she realized how close she had come to real harm, while she had been telling herself Jana only had words and petty tricks.

Nnenna sat in the back of the lecture hall, the voices around her fading into a dull hum. She carefully typed out a short message to Carl, her thumbs hovering over the screen as she considered her words.

[Thank you... I just saw everything on the school website. I didn’t know you kept investigating.]

Before she could tap send, her phone buzzed with a new message. She glanced down, expecting Carl’s name. But it wasn’t him.

Ava: [Arthur was so furious when he thought someone tried to harm you that he kept digging until he uncovered it was Jana. I’m so glad he got her expelled and charged. It’s finally over. He’s so nice to you!]

Nnenna’s heart stilled for a moment.

Nice to me??

Arthur?

into her like a stone dropped into still

the message again, her pulse

Furious? Over me?

hurt Ava, his sister? Why would he spend so

asked him to do

must

the unsent message

helping me. I didn’t know you were the one who found

chest tight with the weirdness of the situation. Then she pressed

later, her screen lit up

Arthur: [You are welcome.]

So

staring at the three words on her

You are welcome.

With a full stop.

and

had he helped

I wasn’t even his

he must have started investigating long before she

again. She told herself to drop it, to stop thinking about it. But before she could fully reason with herself, she had already typed out

he help

instant she sent

reply came

You’ll have to ask

her phone. That’s

ask Arthur. Especially not after the way he had looked at her this morning, so strict and controlled, like she was some distraction he resented.