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

Chapter 581

Chapter 581: Unless They Aren’t Normal!

Nnenna’s pulse quickened. Judging by the way he tilted that bottle, she was almost certain he was pouring its contents into the soup. She couldn’t see the liquid itself, but everything about his careful, secretive movements screamed suspicious.

Her grip on the vent’s edge tightened. Got you.

This shocked her to the core.

All this time, she had been convinced nanny was the culprit. Yet there nanny stood, humming softly, arranging the fruits with a care that almost looked motherly, as if she just wanted Carl’s plate to look bright and cheerful. Nothing suspicious. Nothing cruel. Just... normal.

The chief chef and sous chef were also absorbed in their work, chopping, stirring, and shouting quick instructions at each other, completely oblivious to what the housekeeper was doing in the corner.

"I can’t believe this," Nnenna thought, her stomach twisting. The housekeeper, of all people? He had never once been openly hostile.

True, he wasn’t exactly fond of her presence here, but he had always been polite, sometimes even warm, especially when it came to Carl. If anything, he had seemed to appreciate her efforts.

So why? Why would he be the one poisoning Carl?

Her chest tightened. It must be a mistake. It has to be. She hadn’t seen the liquid go into the soup with her own eyes, his body had blocked the view. She couldn’t risk jumping to conclusions without proof.

Still... she couldn’t ignore her gut either.

"I’ll have to observe him again," she decided, her jaw setting firmly. "Until I’m absolutely certain, I won’t act."

But one thing was clear in her mind, whether she had proof or not, that soup was not going anywhere near Carl tonight.

in thought, her mind still circling the housekeeper’s

system’s voice

Too late.

a sharp ding! the stool vanished from under her

of the vent. Her fingers caught the wire lining, but the sharp metal bit deep into her

"Ahhh!" she cried out, gritting her teeth as the wire tore across her skin. She slipped anyway,

heaving, her hands burning like fire. Blood welled up from the jagged cuts, trickling down her wrists. She bit her lip to keep from crying out again, her eyes

system’s voice came back, quieter now, almost apologetic.

her hands,

but one thought cut through the pain: if anyone found her like this, questions would follow. And

cradling her bleeding hands as she slipped through the corridor,

up her arms, but she forced herself forward. Being a

where are

came

standing far too close, his tone polite but his presence unnerving. "Your

heard him approach at all. Not a single

From the very first day she arrived, he always appeared without warning, when the gates opened,

year under Arthur’s training had sharpened her senses. She wasn’t the best yet, but she was definitely above the

mind clicked

He isn’t

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