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

Chapter 600: Never The Same Way

"...I gave it to Cynthia when she was little. At first, I didn’t recognize it. But later, I did. And that hidden compartment... I swear I had no idea. But the fact that the phone was found in the same place as the arsenide derivative... it could only mean she was involved."

Nanny broke down completely, covering her face with her hands. "I am so sorry."

Nnenna frowned, her chest tightening. She crouched closer to the bars, her voice softer. "This is not really your fault. Yes, you should have spent more time with your children, but I won’t blame you for caring for Carl. Maybe you could have done both, but as for how Cynthia turned out... that’s not all on you or your husband. People make their own choices. And you still have other children who need you."

The cell was filled with the sound of quiet sobbing, the truth finally laid bare.

"Lora doesn’t look like a psychopath from what I’ve seen," Nnenna said gently, her tone almost trying to soothe the sobbing woman. "Which means you did not totally fail. The housekeeper didn’t totally fail either. Cynthia... she needs help."

Nnenna’s words trailed off as her eyes widened. A thought struck her like lightning.

"Wait, did you say she has access to Carl’s room?"

"Yes, that’s how she could have gotten to the medicine box—" Nanny started, but Nnenna was already on her feet, bolting down the corridor.

"Where are you going?" Nanny cried, standing up from the stone floor.

But Nnenna didn’t answer. Her pulse thundered in her ears as her feet pounded against the ground. She reached Carl’s door, slammed her palm against the scanner, and the panel slid open.

Her stomach dropped.

stood over Carl, a gleaming kitchen knife trembling in her

closer!" Cynthia shrieked, her

doorway, her chest heaving. "Cynthia... what are you doing? Put the knife down." Her voice was calm, steady, though inside, her heart

her voice cracking. Her eyes were wild, her hands shaking but refusing to release the blade. "You don’t get to tell

Nnenna said firmly, taking a careful step forward. "She did the right

their dreams, always be there for them. But she—" her voice broke, then rose into a scream—"she’s always given almost all

of resentment, as the

it, both of them," Cynthia spat, her grip on the knife tightening, "but then she started telling me what she had in mind... and I realized she

give up. To move on with my life! Can you imagine? After all the years she fed me those dreams, she suddenly apologized for wasting my time and told me

twisted, trembling with rage. "It’s

softened, pity washing into her gaze. "Love

Cynthia, the ache of loving someone who didn’t love you

couldn’t name when other girls drew near

never confessed. She had lived in

Until he died.

loved her; her confessing first and finding out the feeling was mutual; stolen moments