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

Chapter 609: Miraculous

Nnenna smiled faintly, her lips dry, but the expression reached her eyes. "Carl... you look like you haven’t bathed in a week." Her voice was hoarse but teasing.

Carl let out a wet laugh, sniffing, shaking his head. "If you knew how scared we’ve been, you wouldn’t be joking right now." He gently squeezed her hand, careful not to hurt her.

Behind him, Arthur entered more slowly. His tall figure cast a shadow across the room, his usual calm expression firmly in place, but his eyes betrayed him. They lingered on her face, sharp and intense, as though he needed to confirm with his own eyes that she was truly alive.

He didn’t rush to her side like Carl. Instead, he stood by the bed for a long moment, arms crossed, his jaw clenched as if holding back words.

"Arthur..." Nnenna whispered, her smile softening when she saw him.

That single word seemed to snap something in him. He moved closer, pulling a chair beside her bed and sitting down heavily. He didn’t take her hand like Carl, but his presence was grounding, steady, the kind of reassurance only Arthur could give.

"You gave us hell," he said finally, his voice low, controlled, but laced with emotion. "Don’t ever do that again."

Carl shot him a look. "You can’t scold her right now!"

"I’m not scolding," Arthur replied flatly, though his gaze never left Nnenna. "I’m... relieved."

moment. "Both of you look like you’ve

simply sat there, silent but unmovable,

have done that. You shouldn’t have tried to

his gentle words just few seconds ago. "How many times have I told

"Hehe"

laugh it off, even though her ribs and back ached. "Is it just me, or is this going sideways? This isn’t exactly the welcome back

not do something stupid? Is it too difficult?"

his gaze, steady. "I did what I thought was right." Her voice was calm, but firm. "If you ever taught me anything, it’s to

guilt

fault," Nnenna said, softer now, touching the point she knew hurt him most. "Stop blaming yourself. I’m a good girl. In a few months I’ll be eighteen, I’m nearly an adult. I’ll make my own decisions. I’ll listen to

at him straight on. "If I had the chance again" she swallowed "I would do the same. I

her for a long beat, the lines around his eyes softening. Then he nodded, small and shaky, and let out a breath he

to stretch my legs." Nnenna cracked

didn’t notice the uneasy exchange of looks between the people in the room, Carl, Arthur,

"Why can’t I feel my legs?" The words slipped out, not directed at anyone in particular. After a pause, her eyes

she asked evenly,

is from the injury, isn’t it? A stab that close to my lower back should cause some damage. Honestly, I suspected it that