They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System Chapter 588: Not in Plain Sight

She waited until no one was around, then slipped inside.

Nanny’s room were at the far end. A master bedroom, larger, better furnished than the others. The door was not locked. Nnenna eased it open, then stepped in, closing it softly behind her.

Her eyes scanned the room with calm precision. The bed neatly made, the wardrobe polished, shelves lined with folded linens. Nothing suspicious. Nothing out of place.

She moved carefully, checking drawers, lifting blankets, tapping the wooden floorboards. Still nothing.

Her jaw tightened. There has to be sothing here. If she is the one, she would not keep it in plain sight.

"Love System," she whispered. "I need x ray eyes. I want to scan this room."

Ding!

"This ability costs 200 good points per minute."

"Fine. Do it."

200 points deducted.

The world shifted. Walls thinned, furniture turned transparent, every layer of the room visible to her at once. She searched quickly, scanning the bedfra, the dresser, the desk. Nothing.

200 points deducted.

She shifted, scanning deeper this ti, her eyes narrowing. Still nothing. The room looked clean, ordinary. Too ordinary.

Her pulse quickened but she stayed composed. "One more minute."

200 points deducted.

Her gaze swept across the wardrobe, then froze. Behind it, the wall wasn’t solid. A faint cavity flickered into view. A hidden space.

Her lips curved slightly, cold satisfaction sparking in her chest. "Found you."

She let the x ray vision fade, then crossed the room silently. With steady strength, she pulled the wardrobe forward. Her fingers traced the wall until she felt the faint outline of a panel. A small push, and the compartnt clicked open.

Inside sat a simple wooden box.

She pulled it out, set it on the table, and lifted the lid. The bitter, tallic scent hit her nose instantly. Glass vials glimred under the dim light, the liquid inside unmistakable.

Arsenide derivative.

Nnenna’s expression didn’t change, but her eyes sharpened to steel. "So it really was you..." she murmured, her voice quiet but heavy with resolve.

Nnenna closed the box and slid it back into the wall compartnt, careful not to disturb its neat placent. Her hand brushed against sothing else lodged at the back, a sleek black phone.

She pulled it out slowly, her brows drawing together. A personal device? That alone was unusual. Why would Nanny hide a phone?

The screen lit up when she pressed the power button. A password wall.

"Love System," she whispered under her breath, "bypass this."

Ding!

"1,000 good points deducted."

The screen blinked once, then unlocked.

Her body stiffened.

Rows of ssages, files, and call logs spilled across the screen. Nnenna’s pulse picked up, but her face stayed unreadable. She scrolled down slowly, tracing through coded numbers and ssages with odd ti stamps. Then she clicked into the gallery.

The first image loaded. Her eyes narrowed, then widened slightly as she leaned closer, her composure cracking just enough to betray her shock.

"What... is this?" she whispered.

Her thumb trembled just enough to swipe again, and the next image only made her blood run colder.

Nnenna scrolled slowly through the phone, ssages, images, call logs, morizing each detail. With the help of the Love System, she duplicated everything back perfectly, leaving not a trace that the device had ever been touched. Satisfied, she slid it back into the compartnt, making sure its angle was exactly as she had found it.

She rose to her feet, ready to leave, when her body froze.

Footsteps.

Two pairs. Approaching.

Her pulse quickened, but her expression stayed calm. In a swift move, she ducked under the bed, the dust prickling her nose. A mont later, the door creaked open.

Voices.

She was right, it was two people.

"Mom, the trial for Dad is in two days. What are we going to do?" Cynthia’s voice trembled with worry.

"I don’t know..." Nanny sighed, her voice heavy. "Maybe I could talk to the staff. They all respect and your father. Maybe they could stand up for him, say the evidence isn’t solid. But..." her voice cracked faintly, "...I don’t understand. Why would he do this? Why would he try to poison His Highness? The plans were solid."

"I know," Cynthia said, her tone almost pleading. "It doesn’t make sense. He wouldn’t... he couldn’t. Even when they accused him, I could see it, he didn’t want to admit it. So why?"

Nanny’s footsteps shifted, pacing the room. "I’ve tried to see him, to ask him directly, but they won’t let in. And you know how it is, because he’s my husband, they already suspect too. I can’t even push too hard without drawing more attention."

Her voice dropped low, shaking with a mixture of anger and helplessness. "And now... even though I’ve served this household faithfully for years, I’ve beco one of the most suspected people in this castle."

Cynthia murmured sothing soft, but Nnenna’s ears sharpened. Her heart beat steadily as she processed every word.

So Nanny herself doesn’t believe he’s guilty either... then who is pulling the strings behind this?

"The guards keeping you from seeing him makes no sense," Cynthia protested. "There has to be sobody who still listens to you! Why would they even suspect you?"

"There might be soone who can help ," Nanny finally said after a pause. Her voice hardened with resolve. "But first, I need answers from your father himself. Co, let’s go." She grabbed her daughter’s hand and the two of them walked out.

Under the bed, Nnenna exhaled silently. So even his family doesn’t know why he confessed... This doesn’t add up.

She stayed put, waiting until their footsteps completely faded down the hall. Only then did she carefully roll out from under the bed, her movents precise and quiet. Rising to her feet, she dusted herself lightly, then reached for the doorknob.

But before her hand could close around it—

Fast footsteps.

She froze.

The door swung open abruptly. Instinct took over.