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

Chapter 614: The Nerve

Nnenna didn’t even need to glance at it to know it was his phone number. So he’s actually serious? What a weird guy, she thought, blinking at him.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, this concludes the treatment," Darius announced, standing with theatrical flair. But not before flashing one last smile at the nanny by the door, and then letting his gaze linger shamelessly on Nnenna.

"Where are you going?" Carl shot up from his seat. "What do you mean the treatment’s over?" His brows furrowed, confused.

"It means exactly what I said, it’s over," Darius replied in that matter of fact tone that made people want to strangle him. "She’s not depressed. In fact, she’s taken this whole thing like it’s a vacation trip to the tropics. Her mental health’s fine. Honestly, you would see that too if you weren’t looking at her through your ’big brother’ lenses."

Carl froze, jaw tightening.

"You were right," Darius added smoothly, eyes glinting. "There really is a conflict of interest in you treating her, but not because she’s going to break apart. No, it’s because you need to work on being objective when it comes to family."

The words landed like a dart.

Satisfied, he adjusted his cuffs and headed for the door. "I expect my payment in my account before I get to the airport," he called over his shoulder. "Oh, and I have a feeling this session benefitted more than just one person. So don’t be stingy with the bonus."

The nerve.

"You’re not going anywhere," Arthur’s voice cut through the air, cold and commanding.

Darius didn’t even break stride. He kept walking, only to bump into two hefty men blocking the doorway.

them said firmly,

ushered

hauled back to his cell. "And this, gentlemen, is exactly why I don’t visit," he muttered. "One best friend is a smiling poison, the other is an iceberg armed with knives..." He trailed off, eyes narrowing slightly before he

soul rest in peace," he said, genuine for once. The weight of the loss pressed against

returned. "So," he asked lightly, glancing at Arthur, "what

at him as he picked up another dish and served himself calmly. "I want you to do what you were brought here for. Otherwise, I see no reason for you to continue practicing your profession at

threat hung in the air like

out quickly, looking for

of food with his fork. "Don’t look at me. I agree

under

do I have to tell you guys?" Darius finally snapped, frustration slipping through his usual smooth tone. "She’s fine. There’s no denial, no repression, none

replied flatly, not even bothering

miracle they didn’t get stuck. "Fine," he grumbled, throwing up his hands in mock surrender. "She might not need my help accepting the paralysis, but she does have a trace of unresolved trauma from what happened

answer. Not

ever." He turned toward Nnenna, gesturing dramatically like a

nodded politely, wiping her mouth with a napkin before tapping the controls on her chair to follow

"Oh, and Darius."

voice stopped him in