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.’"

parent. Not the

the dungeon, heavy and unbroken. Nnenna wondered if

name slipped out like a wound being opened. Her shoulders shook, tears streaming as the walls of

stunned. Of all the names she expected, that one cut the

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

bitter and trembling. "It’s not just the

Nnenna’s stomach twisted.

in regret. "I always dreamed that one day... one of my daughters would marry

Carl, as long as he isn’t my blood, there’s always that fear." Nanny’s voice cracked, her hands twisting together in her

see me as a mother anymore. He might one day push me aside. But if he became my son in law... if Cynthia married him... then he would be tied to this family forever. I could be his

eyes glistened as she

room, but to everything, his food, his belongings, his trust. As for 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. I told Cynthia. I thought...

stood frozen, her

could be trusted. With his permission that year, she

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

breath caught in her throat, a cold

fathom who. Not at first. But in the courtroom, when the clues started pointing at me one by one, I looked at him, and then I realized. He must have discovered what Cynthia was doing. He wanted to