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.

her mind still circling the housekeeper’s strange

system’s

Too late.

vanished

vent. Her fingers caught the wire lining, but the sharp metal

out, gritting her teeth as the wire tore across her skin.

just lay there, her chest heaving, her hands burning like fire. Blood welled up from the jagged cuts, trickling down her wrists. She

almost apologetic. "I told

clenched teeth, clutching her hands, "but you didn’t tell

pain: if anyone found her like this, questions would follow. And questions could

as she slipped through the corridor,

pulse of pain up her arms, but she forced herself forward. Being a fourth year medical student, she knew she could handle the wounds, once she got back

where are you

voice came

too close, his tone polite but his presence unnerving. "Your brunch is almost ready," he added smoothly,

spiked. She hadn’t heard him approach at all. Not a single

warning, when the gates opened, in the corridors, whenever he needed to speak to her. She had chalked it up to

the best yet, but she was definitely above the average martial artist. And yet, this man slipped past her awareness every

mind clicked

He isn’t

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