They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System Chapter 586: Last Days

And ti was running out. The trial was approaching. If nothing changed, the housekeeper, loyal or not, would be condemned.

I’m convinced it’s not him...

She sat on the edge of her bed one night, watching the faint rise and fall of the curtains as the wind blow in. Her voice dropped to a whisper only the Love System could hear.

What am I missing? I’ve searched everywhere. I’ve circled this castle a hundred tis and still found nothing. Can’t you just tell who it is? Who they are?

"You don’t have enough good points for that," the System replied, its tone soft, almost sorrowful.

Nnenna pressed her hands together tightly, refusing to let frustration swallow her calm. Then can’t I get sothing with what I have? A clue, a direction, anything at all?

"You can... but I’m not sure how much help it will be. If you can’t interpret it correctly, it may be nothing but a waste."

Try , Nnenna said firmly.

The System paused as if sighing.

Ding!

"7,000 good points deducted."

The system’s voice echoed in her mind, monotone, yet carrying a faint riddle like rhythm.

"Seek not in the shadows where strangers tread,

But in the garden hearts call ho instead.

The bloom that is closest may carry the thorn,

Where fragrance of safety hides secrets forlorn.

Look where devotion lingers day by day,

The flower you trust may wither that way."

Nnenna froze. The words repeated in her head, slow and heavy, each line digging into her thoughts.

"What does that even an...?" she muttered, pacing in her room. The riddle seed simple at first, but the more she thought about it, the more complex it beca.

The "garden hearts call ho" that didn’t sound like the actual gardens outside. No, it ant sowhere people felt safe, sowhere familiar.

And the "bloom"ba flower. Or maybe it wasn’t a literal flower. Maybe it referred to a person who looked harmless, soone admired or trusted.

Her eyes narrowed. ’The bloom you trust may wither that way...’

Imdiately, the first person that ca to mind was nanny. Sweet, gentle, always around Carl like a devoted flower at his bedside. She arranged fruit, decorated trays, folded linens as if trying to add fragrance to his life.

"Yes... nanny," Nnenna whispered, her gut tightening. She could search others, the sous chef, the maids, even Daniel, but her instincts scread otherwise.

If the riddle was right, then the flower wasn’t just a taphor. It pointed to the very places nanny frequented, places drenched in her daily presence.

Carl’s room.

The room where he lived, where he slept, where nanny moved about constantly. If sothing was hidden, if a thorn was disguised as a bloom, this was where it would be.

Her decision was set. "Then I’ll start here."

The door slide open as Nnenna approached, and as expected, nanny was there, bent slightly, arranging the cushions in Carl’s outer room with her usual care. At the sound, nanny turned with that calm smile she always wore.

"You’re here," she said softly.

But Nnenna’s eyes weren’t on her. They were on the girl standing beside her. The girl’s shoulders had given the smallest, barely noticeable flinch when the door opened. If Nnenna hadn’t been watching so closely, she might have missed it.

"Cynthia, you should go now," nanny said smoothly, not noticing Nnenna’s sharp gaze.

"Yes, mommy." The girl dipped her head, handed one of the folded blankets she was carrying to nanny, and quietly walked out.

Nnenna’s eyes followed her until the door closed behind her. Her mind was racing. I’ve been chasing shadows among the heads of staff... but what if it’s simpler than that?

Soone trusted enough to bring blankets or trays into Carl’s room... and nanny, without suspicion, arranges them with her own hands. That would slip past everyone’s guard.

"Who’s that?" Nnenna asked finally, her tone casual though her eyes stayed sharp.

Nanny’s hands paused for the slightest second before continuing to smooth the blanket. "That’s my first daughter, Cynthia."

"I see." Nnenna tilted her head, voice calm. "I rember you saying you only had sons. Where did Cynthia co from? And most importantly how long has she been among the servants that bring Carl’s things upstairs?"

Nanny’s frown deepened. "She’s not a servant." Her voice carried an edge of displeasure, though she kept it calm. "She’s Carl’s friend. In fact, he sees her like a little sister."

"I see..." Nnenna’s eyes narrowed slightly, her tone quiet but cutting as a blade. "Strange. He never ntioned her."

The air in the room shifted instantly. Nanny stiffened as though she had been struck across the face. Her fingers froze against the fabric, and for the first ti, her calm mask cracked.

But nanny recovered quickly, her expression smoothing over as if nothing had happened.

"That’s probably because you two aren’t that close," she replied in her usual gentle tone.

Nnenna finally turned her gaze on her. "Well... that’s your opinion." Her eyes then shifted to the room around them. "If you’re done here, you can go."

"I’m not done yet," nanny said firmly.

"What’s remaining then?" Nnenna asked, watching closely.

"I still have so things to arrange," nanny answered, picking up an already folded blanket and refolding it again, her hands moving with unnecessary precision.

Nnenna raised a brow. "I’m pretty sure you’re done here. I want to do a check up."

"No. I’m not finished. And besides, Alice is our resident doctor," nanny countered, her voice tightening as if trying to mask her irritation.

"I want to do a check up myself," Nnenna repeated calmly, her voice carrying quiet authority.

"But—" nanny started again, her tone sharp this ti.

"I’m ordering you to leave," Nnenna interrupted, her voice steady and final.

The room went still. Nanny’s lips pressed into a thin line, her frown deepening. For a few long seconds, she didn’t move, as if weighing whether to push back.

But in the end, she set the blanket down and turned. Without another word, she left the room, her silence sharper than any argunt.