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.

closest may carry

of safety hides secrets

where devotion lingers

flower you trust may wither

head, slow and heavy, each line digging

that even mean...?" she muttered, pacing in her room. The riddle seemed simple at first, but the more she thought about it, the more complex

the actual gardens outside.

wasn’t a literal flower. Maybe it referred to a person who looked harmless, someone

bloom you trust

devoted flower at his bedside. She arranged fruit, decorated

tightening. She could search others, the sous chef, the maids, even Daniel, but her

right, then the flower wasn’t just a metaphor. It pointed to the very places nanny frequented, places drenched in her daily

Carl’s room.

slept, where nanny moved about constantly. If something was hidden, if a thorn was disguised as

decision was set. "Then

expected, nanny was there, bent slightly, arranging the cushions in Carl’s outer room with her usual care. At the

she said

were on the girl standing beside her. The girl’s shoulders had given the smallest, barely noticeable flinch when the door opened. If Nnenna hadn’t been watching so closely, she might

said smoothly, not noticing Nnenna’s

dipped her head, handed one of the folded blankets she was carrying to

mind was racing. I’ve

room... and nanny, without suspicion, arranges them with her own hands. That would slip past everyone’s

her tone casual though her eyes

paused for the slightest second before continuing to smooth the blanket. "That’s my

Cynthia come from? And most

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