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

Chapter 591: ... Is Guilty

He gestured to the side. "Christopher. Step forward."

Christopher in uniform approached, bowing stiffly.

"State your first name and position for the record."

"Christopher, Head of Surveillance, Riverum Castle."

"And what did you discover during your review?"

Christopher’s voice was steady. "The recording shows the housekeeper approaching the soup pot meant for His Highness. He removed a small, dark bottle from his clothes and poured something into the soup. At first, it looked like seasoning, but the movements, careful, deliberate, betrayed the act. Afterward, he quickly replaced the lid and stepped away as if nothing happened."

Murmurs swept through the hall. Nnenna noticed several servants exchange uneasy glances.

Daniel nodded sharply. "And what was done after this recording?"

"My men and I conducted a full search. We found the bottle hidden in the storage pantry, behind sacks of rice. Upon testing its contents, it was confirmed to be a slow acting poison. Colorless. Nearly tasteless. Consumed continuously, it would have made His Highness collapse within a few months. I have a copy of the video here to prove everything."

Gasps filled the chamber. Some who had still refused to believe it covered their mouths in shock; others stared wide eyed at the housekeeper, who remained unnervingly calm.

"Objection!" one of the defense lawyers sprang to his feet. "Speculation! My client has not admitted ownership of this alleged bottle. Anyone could have placed it there."

was recovered from the kitchens under his charge. And the video clearly shows him

allowed himself a small smile but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Very well.

chef, a stout man with sweat still clinging to his

"State your name."

croaked, "Head Chef,

the day in question, did you

hands. "Yes... he seemed... unsettled. Kept pacing near the gas, though that wasn’t his duty. When I asked what he was

you ever see that

use no such bottle in

grew louder. Even the sous chef, called next, confirmed the same,

The witness cannot testify to my

the unease in the

recorded. Witnesses testify to his suspicious behavior. All evidence

his words hang, letting the tension coil through the air. Eyes turned toward the housekeeper, whose expression remained unnervingly calm,

unease in the crowd, loyalty clashing with fear. The staff respected the housekeeper deeply,

narrowing her eyes. Almost...

stepped down. Every word spoken, every scrap of evidence presented, now hung like chains

slowly, the sound of his chair scraping against the floor echoing in the grand hall. He walked to the center, shoulders squared, his voice ringing out with

household." He paused, letting the silence deepen. "This is not the