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

Chapter 624: Something about Poisons and Knives

"Don’t use the past to judge your future brother in law," Darius advised, his tone serious for once, though his smile never left.

"Not even in your dreams," Arthur muttered from the side, cutting him down without effort.

"Fine, fine. I get it," Darius surrendered with a little shrug. "You need time to see I’ve actually changed. But I mean it, I’m serious this time."

He leaned on the doorframe, his eyes shifting toward Carl. "Oh and Carl... Remember when I told you you’re seeing her only through the lens of family? You are doing that again. You’ve got to work on being one hundred percent objective. I get it, you love her, you want to protect her. But you treat her like a patient too often. Honestly, I’m surprised you’re always the personal doctor for everyone you consider family. I could never handle it."

Carl’s jaw tightened, but Darius pressed on, unusually steady.

"In this case, I think you still have work to do. Let her have some space. If you trust me to do the job you actually hired me for, I’ll talk to her tomorrow. What do you say?"

The request hung in the air. For once, Darius wasn’t acting on impulse, wasn’t barging in like he usually did. He was asking for permission. That alone surprised Carl and Arthur both.

It almost felt like Darius was trying to prove something, that he could be serious about Nnenna.

Carl exhaled slowly, weighing him, then gave a small nod. "Fine."

He turned, changing direction toward his own room. "See you guys later."

And with that, he left them standing there, Arthur quiet, Darius still smiling, but this time with a trace of triumph in his eyes.

The next day.

shadow of Nnenna all morning. Not

before the funeral, Darius decided to pay her a visit. He walked up to her room, knocked on the

the faint sound

smile. Then, raising his voice, he said, "I

came her

otherwise, which requires me actually seeing you, I’m not leaving. I may not be serious most of the time, but I

voice shot back, "I thought you wanted to leave in the first place. Something about escaping from poisons and knives? Getting fired should be an

"Touché. You do

least let your friend in. I’m entitled to that much in this friendship, aren’t

"Mtchww..."

sigh drifted from

the faint sound of wheels rolled closer, then click,

she could change her mind. But before he could even step inside, Nnenna wheeled

where are you going?"

old friend," Nnenna replied, already moving down the

talk?" he

make sure I was fine. Well..." She stopped suddenly and spun her chair slightly toward

"See? No tears, no breakdown." Then she turned forward

"I see." He quickened his steps to stay beside her. "Well then... I would like to meet this old friend

say so," Nnenna