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

Chapter 603: I Have to Live With That

Agony tore through Nnenna’s body, but she refused to let it end here. Her legs felt like dead weight, but her upper body still obeyed her will. Cynthia raised the knife again, wild eyed, but Nnenna’s hand shot up with lightning speed.

With a sharp twist of her wrist, she trapped Cynthia’s arm, yanked it forward, and slammed her palm into the base of Cynthia’s chin, a precise martial art strike meant to overload the brain with shock. Cynthia’s eyes rolled back, and she crumpled to the floor unconscious, the knife clattering away.

Finally Nnenna thought. By now, her breathing was ragged, her vision blurring at the edges. The stabbing pain in her lower back spread like fire, draining her strength with every second. She bit down hard on her tongue, coppery blood filling her mouth, forcing herself to stay awake.

Her hand fumbled for her phone, slick with sweat. She unlocked it, the screen glowing faintly in the dim room. No time to think, she tapped the first number on her recent contacts list.

The call connected after a single ring.

"Hello?" A smooth, deep male voice flowed through the speaker, steady and calm, like silk over steel.

But Nnenna couldn’t answer. Her body finally gave in, her hand slipping as the phone fell onto the sheets. Darkness swallowed her whole as she fainted, blood still pooling beneath her.

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A week later.

was just an injury to her spinal cord. Why is she still in a coma?" the man’s voice was sharp, laced with worry

her heart, but it pierced dangerously close to the lower spinal cord. We managed to stop the internal bleeding, but the trauma caused severe shock to her nervous system. Her body is... conserving energy. That’s

heavy for

opened, and someone stepped in with unhurried grace. His movements were slower than usual, but it didn’t take away from the natural

chelation therapy. His skin still carried a faint pallor, and the

this, his posture was steady, his shoulders squared. Strength clung to him, not the raw

scaring Alice," Carl’s voice cut through the heavy air, gentle but firm. His eyes softened briefly on the person lying on the bed.

shaken by the earlier exchange, lowered her head in

seated not far from the bed. Arthur sat rigid, his arms crossed, eyes

smile, one that carried a touch of familiarity. It was the kind of smile that seemed to say,

up here, Alice. You can go,"

been released from a prison sentence, and half walked, half ran

Arthur said stiffly, still refusing to look Carl’s way. "I’m sure I have

calm. "First of all, no. She’s too unstable. Second, your doctors aren’t better than mine. Most importantly..." He set the clipboard down with a quiet thud. "...I’m better than them all. She has a better chance here with me than anywhere else. You can be mad at me all

would like to know what exactly is going on instead of sitting here like a spectator. But I’m guessing you won’t tell