They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System Chapter 589: The D Day

Nnenna shifted soundlessly, flattening herself behind the door just as soone stepped in.

Through the thin crack of the hinges, she caught sight of the intruder. Cynthia.

The girl’s expression was sharp now, not innocent like before. Her eyes scanned the room carefully, lingering on every corner as if she knew sothing was off.

Slowly, her gaze settled on the bed. She walked closer, retrieving a phone she had hidden beneath the blanket.

Then, she stopped.

Her head turned toward the door.

Directly toward where Nnenna stood.

Nnenna’s eyes narrowed. She followed the line of Cynthia’s gaze, and her stomach tightened.

A shadow. Her shadow. Stretching across the floor, exposed by the faint light slanting through the window.

What a rookie mistake, Nnenna thought grimly. Looks like I really need to put more effort into my stealth training.

But this was not the ti to scold herself. Cynthia was stepping closer, eyes narrowing, suspicion sharpening with each cautious step.

Closer.

And closer.

Until she was only a few feet from the door, where Nnenna was hidden.

Love System! Nnenna’s thoughts shot out in panic. I need you to make invisible. I don’t care for how long. Just do it. Now!

"That will cost—"

"I don’t care how many good points it costs , just do it!" she hissed in her head, heart pounding against her ribs.

Just as Cynthia’s hand forcefully shoved the door wide open, Nnenna vanished.

The younger girl froze in the doorway, eyes darting straight to where Nnenna’s shadow had been. Her expression flickered with confusion, then disbelief. "What...? I could’ve sworn..."

She stepped into the room, scanning the walls, the corners, even behind the door. Nothing. Her brows knitted, suspicious but uncertain.

"Am I... seeing things?" she muttered under her breath. She shook her head quickly. "No, Mom’s waiting. I don’t have ti for this."

She gave the room one last searching glance before turning away. The door shut behind her with a soft click.

The mont it closed, Nnenna’s figure shimred back into view.

Ding!

"700 good points deducted!"

"You’re kidding ," Nnenna whispered fiercely, clutching her chest. "Seven hundred points?! For a few seconds?"

"Of course. I can break it down for you—"

"No need." She bit her lip, trying to calm her racing pulse. "I’m just glad I wasn’t caught. That’s all that matters. Let’s get out of here before anyone else cos."

She slipped out of the room, steps light but fast, and didn’t stop until she reached her room.

Once inside, she locked the door and leaned against it, exhaling. Then she got to work. Every file, every ssage, every image she had stolen from that phone needed to be sorted and stored. It took her the entire day, and she kept herself locked in, prepared to ignore knocks, voices, and als.

Not that anyone really cared.

In the past, the housekeeper had been the only one to check on her, whether she had eaten, whether she had been seen. But with him now locked away in prison, no one bothered.

For the first ti, that neglect felt convenient. Exactly what she needed.

Finally, on the morning of the trial, Nnenna tucked away her last piece of evidence. She stared at the files on her desk, lips curving into a sly smile.

"This is going to be fun," she whispered, a thrill sparking in her chest.

She rose to prepare, smoothing her dress. As the highest ranking mber of Riverum’s royal household after Carl, she knew the responsibility of conducting the trial fell on her shoulders.

With Carl in a coma, she was next in line. Whether the others liked it or not, she wasn’t about to let anyone question her authority.

She had been careful up till now, cautious not to let anyone think she was angling to seize Carl’s power. But fulfilling her duty? That was different. Presiding over the trial wasn’t ambition. It was necessity.

Court was to start at noon. She arrived by nine, expecting pushback. Resistance, debates, maybe whispers about her overstepping. She was ready to face it.

But the sight that greeted her as she stepped into the grand courtroom stopped her cold.

The court... was already in session.

The great hall was full, every seat occupied by staff, servants, guards, faces tense, eyes locked on the drama unfolding at the center. The housekeeper, bound and pale, stood at the defendant’s stand. Guards flanked him on both sides, their grips firm.

And presiding above them all, in the highest seat, sat an old man she had never seen before. His presence radiated authority, as though he belonged there, as though he had always belonged there.

No one even noticed her entrance.

Daniel’s voice carried across the chamber, sharp and rciless as he presented evidence against the housekeeper. Every word, every gesture, drove the weight of guilt deeper into the room’s atmosphere.

Nnenna’s heart hamred in her chest. What is this? Who gave him the right? And who is that old man sitting in Carl’s place?

For the first ti in a long while, she was speechless.

Nnenna almost laughed out loud. So that was the ga? Tell court starts at noon, just to make sure I don’t show up at all. Then put so stranger in Carl’s chair and hope no one questions it? How funny.

Her lips twitched, but she didn’t smile. Instead, she walked forward, heels clicking against the marble floor, cutting through the sea of shocked faces. Every staff mber she passed looked at her wide eyed, whispers breaking out like ripples on water.

Daniel froze mid sentence. His gaze snapped to her, his jaw tightening as commotion stirred across the hall.

"You... you’re here," Daniel said finally, his tone heavy with regret, as if her very presence had ruined a carefully laid plan. Not guilt. Not sha. Just regret.

Nnenna did not spare him a glance. She walked right past, her calm steps louder than any outburst could be.