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

Chapter 587: Most Unsual

Nnenna waited until the door clicked shut, then stepped further inside. Her eyes roamed every corner carefully. The riddle led me here. But I’ve searched this place countless times already. What am I missing?

She let out a slow breath, forcing herself to focus. Her gaze swept across the neat shelves, the bed, the cabinet, the walls... searching for anything that didn’t belong.

Suddenly, her eyes landed on a box by the bedside.

Isn’t that where Carl’s medicine is kept?

Nnenna’s steps slowed as she approached, her thoughts racing. I’ve searched this room a hundred times... everywhere but that medicine box. I assumed it was safe since Carl and me are the only ones with the password.

Her gaze flicked toward his unconscious face, her chest tightening. But what if we’re not the only one who has access to it, Carl? What if we just don’t know?

She grabbed the sleek box and pressed her index finger against the scanner. A soft click echoed in the quiet room, and the lid slid open with obedient ease.

"What do we have here?" she murmured under her breath.

Inside lay several small vials neatly arranged, each labeled in Carl’s careful handwriting. She picked one up, holding it against the light, her eyes narrowing.

So this is the medicine you created for yourself... She uncapped it, brought it close, and inhaled.

The sharp, alien scent made her brows knit. "As expected," she whispered. "None of these are medicines known to man. You really did create something unique to manage your condition."

drop of something else

Maybe I’ll finally find something that shouldn’t be here. Maybe I can crack this mystery before time

the box with a click. Whoever touched this without Carl’s knowledge...

thought with the faintest smile, a man

vial, her hands steady, her expression unreadable. The glass clinked softly as she arranged them back into the box in perfect

holding one particular vial between her fingers. She slipped it into her pocket before shutting the box

stop was

south wing of the

long before she reached the laboratory, its door sliding open

brass lamps, each surface covered with glass beakers, test tubes, and

and in the center stood advanced equipment she had only

isn’t just a lab... this

toward the main

on the counter and carefully drew the liquid into thin

separations, then heated tiny drops over flame to watch the reactions. One by one, familiar results appeared, the same

his voice as clearly as

yet not as direct. The pain—" she

he designed: the stabilizing compound, the mild analgesic, the regulator for his unique

Her eyes narrowed.

There it was.