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

Chapter 586: Last Days

And time was running out. The trial was approaching. If nothing changed, the housekeeper, loyal or not, would be condemned.

I’m convinced it’s not him...

She sat on the edge of her bed one night, watching the faint rise and fall of the curtains as the wind blow in. Her voice dropped to a whisper only the Love System could hear.

What am I missing? I’ve searched everywhere. I’ve circled this castle a hundred times and still found nothing. Can’t you just tell me who it is? Who they are?

"You don’t have enough good points for that," the System replied, its tone soft, almost sorrowful.

Nnenna pressed her hands together tightly, refusing to let frustration swallow her calm. Then can’t I get something with what I have? A clue, a direction, anything at all?

"You can... but I’m not sure how much help it will be. If you can’t interpret it correctly, it may be nothing but a waste."

Try me, Nnenna said firmly.

The System paused as if sighing.

Ding!

"7,000 good points deducted."

The system’s voice echoed in her mind, monotone, yet carrying a faint riddle like rhythm.

"Seek not in the shadows where strangers tread,

But in the garden hearts call home instead.

bloom that is closest may carry the

fragrance of safety hides

lingers day by

you trust

words repeated in her head, slow and heavy, each line digging into her

room. The riddle seemed simple at first, but the more she thought

sound like the actual gardens outside. No, it meant somewhere people

Maybe it referred to a person who looked

eyes narrowed. ’The bloom you trust may wither that

mind was nanny. Sweet, gentle, always around Carl like a devoted flower at his bedside. She arranged fruit, decorated trays, folded linens as if

tightening. She could search others, the sous

the riddle was right, then the flower wasn’t just a metaphor. It pointed to the very places nanny

Carl’s room.

something was hidden, if a

set. "Then

slide open as Nnenna approached, and as expected, nanny was there, bent slightly, arranging the cushions in Carl’s outer room with her usual care. At the sound,

here," she

girl’s shoulders had given the smallest, barely noticeable flinch when the door opened. If Nnenna hadn’t been watching so closely, she

nanny said smoothly, not noticing

mommy." The girl dipped her head, handed one of the folded blankets she was carrying to

racing. I’ve been chasing

or trays into Carl’s room... and nanny, without suspicion, arranges them with

Nnenna asked finally, her tone casual though her eyes

before continuing to smooth the blanket. "That’s my first

Where did Cynthia come

not a servant." Her voice carried an edge of displeasure, though she kept it calm. "She’s Carl’s friend.