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

Chapter 623

Chapter 623: You Hate Her That Much?

"That’s confidential," Arthur cut in firmly, his eyes narrowing in warning. "But Carl’s right. He died doing what he loves." He glanced at the door, quiet but sure. "And Nnenna can attest to that."

Carl nodded once. "Yes. She was there."

The family looked at each other, uncertainty cracking into belief. Ebere’s hand trembled at her side, her lips pressing tight.

Abuchi ran a hand over his face, trying to process it all. Obinna leaned back, finally nodding slowly, as though convincing himself.

"If Nnenna can attest to this..." Obinna murmured, "...then it must be true."

The others followed, their expressions softening into reluctant acceptance.

Only Queen Chioma and Chidera remained rigid, their silence heavy with refusal. Their eyes spoke what their mouths did not: they didn’t believe a word of it. But seeing the others accept, they had no more ground to stand on, for now.

"That’s it then. Tomorrow evening," Carl said. The rest nodded, the decision sealed.

But Abuchi shifted uneasily in his seat. His lips parted, hesitated, then parted again.

Finally, he leaned forward. "If you don’t mind me asking..." His voice trailed, but before anyone could grant permission, he pressed on, his expression tightening. "No, I want to know. She’s my sister too. What happened to her legs?"

heavy in the

courage to ask. Now that the question was out, the rest of the family turned toward

moment, jaw tightening. His gaze dropped,

injured trying to save


followed was suffocating. The guilt in his tone was impossible to miss.

Nnenna, not the other way around. Saying it aloud carved deeper into

slightly, his thoughts turning inward. So that’s what happened. He

one of the most prosperous kingdoms in the world. What danger could possibly exist that forced Nnenna, their sister, to risk everything for him? The fact Carl hadn’t said more told

silence, Queen Chioma scoffed. Her lips curled into something close to a smile, though it carried no warmth. "Good for her," she said flatly. Then, without

pairs of eyes turned toward her instantly, sharp with

The air turned cold.

It carried no effort,

Then, fueled by grief and anger over Somto’s death,

wrong in this castle. Be careful, Prince Arthur. Bad luck follows her. Don’t let her stay close to you,

door, venom sharp, though deep down she knew none of it was true. Still, lies had always been her favorite weapon, and tonight, she aimed them like

would be the happiest man in the world if she stayed close to me," he said without hesitation. "Bad luck?" His tone turned sharp with scorn. "It is God who decides fates, not

The room stilled.


wasn’t present to hear him, or question why he used words like happiest man

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