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

Chapter 599: Maybe, Just... Maybe

Her desperation hung thick in the cold dungeon air.

Nnenna shook her head slowly. "I can’t promise you that. I’ll try my best, but I can’t do it alone. Not right now. He needs your husband, the Prime Minister, everyone in this household who has always cared for him. And most of all... he still needs you. You’ve never let him down over the years. Don’t start now."

For the first time, Nanny’s composure cracked. Her lips trembled as she whispered, "You don’t understand... it’s either him or her." Her voice broke, thick with pain. "What kind of mother would I be if I let her down?"

"Her?" Nnenna latched onto the word instantly, eyes narrowing. "Who is her?"

But Nanny shut down again, lips pressed tightly together. No matter how much Nnenna waited, no reply came.

Still, it was enough. The slip had given her a thread to pull.

"I understand," Nnenna said carefully, her voice gentler now. "But it goes both ways, doesn’t it? What kind of mother would you be if you let Carl down?"

Nanny flinched but kept quiet.

"I can’t pretend to know what you feel as a parent, maybe one day I’ll understand, but I do know this: every mistake a child makes belongs to them, not to their parents. Even the Bible agrees. ’No longer shall it be said, the fathers have eaten sour grapes and the children’s teeth are set on edge.’"

Not the parent. Not the guardian. Carl shouldn’t have

unbroken. Nnenna wondered

whispered. The name slipped out like a wound being opened. Her shoulders

all the names she expected, that one

she found her voice. "But... how? How did she even get the password

let out a broken laugh, bitter and trembling. "It’s not just the

Nnenna’s stomach twisted.

admitted, her voice soaked in regret. "I always dreamed that one day... one of my daughters would marry

as he isn’t my blood,

to see me as a mother anymore. He might one day push me aside. But if he became my son

as she continued, shame mixing with

the medicine box, I... I had been by his side long enough to see the password. He doesn’t even bother to hide it from me. I even knew which fingerprint could unlock it.

frozen, her

"But I told him I needed help caring for him... and that Cynthia could be trusted. With his permission

regret. "But over the years, no matter how present she was, no matter how good she was to him... he never reciprocated her feelings. I understand that love cannot be forced. But Cynthia..." she

a cold realization crawling over her

But in the courtroom, when the clues started pointing at me one by one, I looked at him, and