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

Chapter 624
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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. | get it," Darius surrendered with a little shrug. "You need tto see I've actually changed. But |

mean it, I'm serious this time."

He leaned on the doorframe, his eyes shifting toward Carl. "Oh and Carl... Remember when | 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. | 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. | could never handle

it."

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

"In this case, | think you still have work to do. Let her have sspace. If you trustto do the job you actually

hiredfor, Ill 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 twith a trace of triumph

in his eyes.

The next day.

No one saw even a shadow of Nnenna all morning. Not at breakfast, not even at training.

Finally, just a few hours before the funeral, Darius decided to pay her a visit. He walked up to her room, knocked

on the door, silence. He knocked again, still no answer.

Frowning, he pulled out his phone and dialed her number. From inside, the faint sound of her ringtone echoed.

After a few seconds, it abruptly stopped.

"Put on silent, huh?" Darius muttered with a wry smile. Then, raising his voice, he said, "I know you're in there,

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Nnenna. Who else would turn off the phone if you weren't?"

"I'm okay," cher muffled reply from inside.

"Well, | doubt that," Darius sighed, shaking his head as if she could see him. "And unless you can convince me

otherwise, which requiresactually seeing you, I'm not leaving. | may not be serious most of the time, but |

don’t get paid for nothing. Don’t give Arthur a reason to fire me. You know how those brothers of yours are."

There was a pause. Then Nnenna'’s tired 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 answer to your prayers."

Darius chuckled, rubbing his chin. "Touché. You do listen after all. | like that."

Switching tactics, he leaned against the doorfrand softened his voice. "Fine. If you won't let your

psychiatrist in... at least let your friend in. I'm entitled to that much in this friendship, aren’t 1?" He added a

playful lilt to his words, even faking a pitiful tone to tug at her sympathy.

"Mtchww..."

A sigh drifted from inside.

After a long minute, the faint sound of wheels rolled closer, then click, the lock turned.

Darius didn’t waste the chance. He pushed the door open quickly before she could change her mind. But before

he could even step inside, Nnenna wheeled right past him without a glance.

"Wait, where are you going?" he asked, confused.

"To visit an old friend," Nnenna replied, already moving down the hall.

"I thought we were going to talk?" he said, jogging to keep up.

"| never agreed to that." She shook her head. "All you said was you wanted to seeand make sure | was fine.

Well..." She stopped suddenly and spun her chair slightly toward him, forcing him to halt beside her.

She lifted her hand and pointed to her face. "See? No tears, no breakdown." Then she turned forward again and

kept wheeling away.

Darius raised an eyebrow, a crooked, amused smile tugging at his lips. "I see." He quickened his steps to stay

beside her. "Well then... | would like to meet this old friend of yours."

"If you say so," Nnenna replied flatly, not slowing down.

They moved through the quiet halls,

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close, realizing that if he lost sight of

her for even a second, she might

ditch him without a second thought.

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A few minutes passed. No answer.

Nnenna knocked again, harder this time.

The door creaked and pushed open with no resistance.

Her eyes widened.

Empty.

"It’s empty..." she whispered, her voice cracking. Then, without warning, she spun around sharply and wheeled

off, leaving Darius blinking in confusion.

It only took him a second to recover before he rushed after her. He wasn’t about to lose her trail now, not when

she was clearly chasing something important.

Back upstairs, Nnenna entered the kitchen. The air was warm, filled with the rich smells of food being prepared

for the funeral guests.

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