They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System Chapter 66 - 66 He Never Loved Me

Chapter 66: He Never Loved Chapter 66: He Never Loved Nnenna’s frantic breathing slowed, her wide eyes locking onto his.

Finally, soone seed to believe her.

“Mummy Courage…

Mummy Courage is going to die if I don’t save her,” she whispered, her voice trembling but steadying with each word.

Ikenna didn’t flinch.

He didn’t laugh or dismiss her like the others.

Instead, he turned to the nurse holding the injection, his tone razor sharp.

“Where is Nurse Courage?” The nurse swallowed hard, his hands shaking.

“Sh-she left after her shift,” he stamred, clearly unnerved.

Ikenna turned back to Nnenna, his focus unwavering.

He crouched slightly, eting her eye to eye, his voice quieter now but full of purpose.

“You’re saying she’s at No.1* Ring Street, Cotton Road, East Side of the city?

And she’s in trouble?” Nnenna nodded feverishly, her head bobbing like a child seeking reassurance.

“Yes…

yes!” she said, her voice breaking as desperation poured through her.

“Okay,” Ikenna said, standing straight.

“Let’s go help her.” He gestured to one of the staff to grab a jacket for Nnenna, then took her hand firmly in his and led her out of the room.

To everyone watching, it was a ridiculous sight.

Even Ikenna felt a twinge of doubt, but he pushed it aside.

Nnenna had asked for his trust, and today, he realized she already had it, more than he thought possible.

So he chose to believe her.

‘What’s the worst that could happen?’ he thought.

He would take her there, show her everything was fine, then drive her back.

She would feel reassured, maybe even happy, and they could all move on.

As soon as Ikenna’s car rolled out of the hospital’s gates, Squad 3, already alerted by the surveillance team, followed close behind.

anwhile, at No.1* Ring Street, Cotton Road, East Side of the city, the tension was mounting.

Reuben stood blocking Courage’s path, his body a physical barrier between her and her car.

“Reuben, please,” she begged, her voice cracking.

“Just leave alone.

I don’t want to fight anymore.

I just need ti, to mourn, to move on.” But Reuben wasn’t listening.

His jaw tightened as he stepped closer, his eyes narrowing in frustration.

“Get in the house,” Reuben commanded, his voice devoid of emotion, cold and unnerving.

“I’m not going in!” Courage cried, her voice trembling with fear.

She turned her head, screaming, “Help!

Sobody help !” Reuben’s composure snapped.

“Get in the house now!” he bellowed, his voice echoing in the quiet environnt.

Courage tried to reach for her phone, her movents desperate and shaky.

But before her fingers could grasp it, a deafening crack pierced the air.

Bam!

He had shot her hand.

The pain tore through her, white, hot and blinding.

Courage let out a scream that echoed off the empty street as she cradled her bleeding hand, blood spilling between her fingers.

Reuben moved swiftly, snatching her phone from the car.

His dark eyes bore into hers as he gestured toward the house with the barrel of the gun.

“I’m not playing gas,” he said in a low, dangerous voice.

“Get in the house.

Now.” Courage’s body shook uncontrollably as she stumbled toward the door.

Tears stread down her face as she pressed her good hand against her injured one, trying to stem the flow of blood.

Inside the house, the air was suffocating, filled with tension and dread.

She turned to Reuben, her voice cracking as she sobbed.

“Why are you doing this to ?!” she cried, her words raw with anguish.

Reuben didn’t answer imdiately.

He locked the door behind them, his movents slow and deliberate, the gun still in his hand.

When he finally turned to face her, his expression was unreadable, but his silence spoke volus.

Courage backed away, her mind racing.

Her heart pounded against her ribs as she clutched her injured hand, hoping soone, anyone, would co to her rescue.

“You should have just kept your mouth shut and sent that money,” Reuben muttered, his voice devoid of any remorse.

He shoved her roughly into the living room, where another girl sat on the couch.

The girl’s previous sultry vibe was gone.

Her face was blank, her expression hollow, as though she had seen this all before and learned to accept it.

Reuben’s glare darkened as he turned to Courage, the gun still firmly in his grip.

“Open your bank app.

You will transfer every penny to .

Right now.” The command hit Courage like a cold slap.

Her hand throbbed, blood dripping onto the floor as her heart sank deeper with each passing mont.

And then, like pieces of a puzzle snapping into place, it all beca clear.

He never loved her.

The realization was as painful as the gunshot wound.

She had believed in him, trusted him, even when others warned her.

But now, his words and actions painted a different story.

The years of affection, the sweet promises, the patient waiting, it had all been a lie.

Reuben must have known she ca from a wealthy family.

He must have seen how responsible she was financially, how carefully she saved and invested.

That’s why he stayed close after only a few months of knowing her.

Not out of love, but for the money.

Tears stread down Courage’s face, her sobs breaking through the suffocating silence of the room.

“So that’s why,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“That’s why you pretended to love .” Reuben stared at her silently, his gaze sharp and unreadable.

His silence was all the confirmation she needed he was giving his consent.

“Hurry up and do the transfer.

Now.” His voice was cold, firm.

“And don’t even think about screaming again.

No one will hear you.” To emphasize his threat, he pulled the trigger, firing a shot right beside her foot.

The muffled sound of the suppressed gunshot sent a sharp jolt of terror through her.

She flinched, her breathing ragged “If you scream,” he continued, his tone even more nacing, “I’Il put the next bullet in your leg.

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