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

Chapter 600: Never The SWay

"...I gave it to Cynthia when she was little. At first, | didn’t recognize it. But later, | did. And that hidden

compartment... | swear | had no idea. But the fact that the phone was found in the splace as the arsenide

derivative... it could only mean she was involved."

Nanny broke down completely, covering her face with her hands. "I am so sorry."

Nnenna frowned, her chest tightening. She crouched closer to the bars, her voice softer. "This is not really your

fault. Yes, you should have spent more twith your children, but | won't blyou for caring for Carl. Maybe

you could have done both, but as for how Cynthia turned out... that’s not all on you or your husband. People

make their own choices. And you still have other children who need you."

The cell was filled with the sound of quiet sobbing, the truth finally laid bare.

"Lora doesn’t look like a psychopath from what I've seen," Nnenna said gently, her tone almost trying to soothe

the sobbing woman. "Which means you did not totally fail. The housekeeper didn’t totally fail either. Cynthia...

she needs help."

Nnenna’s words trailed off as her eyes widened. A thought struck her like lightning.

"Wait, did you say she has access to Carl's room?"

"Yes, that's how she could have gotten to the medicine box—" Nanny started, but Nnenna was already on her

feet, bolting down the corridor.

"Where are you going?" Nanny cried, standing up from the stone floor.

But Nnenna didn’t answer. Her pulse thundered in her ears as her feet pounded against the ground. She reached

Carl's door, slammed her palm against the scanner, and the panel slid open.

Her stomach dropped.

Cynthia stood over Carl, a gleaming kitchen knife trembling in her grip.

"Stop! Don’t ccloser!" Cynthia shrieked, her whole body taut with rage and fear.

Nnenna froze in the doorway, her chest heaving. "Cynthia... what are you doing? Put the knife down." Her voice

was calm, steady, though inside, her heart raced.

"Shut up!" Cynthia snapped, her voice cracking. Her eyes were wild, her hands shaking but refusing to release

the blade. "You don’t get to tellwhat to do. Looks like my mother filled you in, didn’t she? She betrayed me!"

"She didn’t betray you," Nnenna said firmly, taking a careful step forward. "She did the right thing."

"Right thing?" Cynthia laughed bitterly, a hollow sound. "A parent is supposed to help their child get whatever

they want, achieve their dreams, always be there for them. But she—" her voice broke, then rose into a scream

—"she’s always given almost all her attention to Carl! Barely any for the rest of us! At first, we were angry..."

Her words hung in the air, thick with years of resentment, as the knife wavered dangerously close to Carl's

sleeping figure.

"| hated her for it, both of them," Cynthia spat, her grip on the knife tightening, "but then she started telling me

what she had in mind... and | realized she did it all for her children. For me."

Her eyes flicked toward Nnenna, then back to Carl's unconscious body. Her voice cracked as fury returned. "And

yet when she saw he wouldn't love me—" she jabbed the knife toward Carl—"she toldto give up. To move on

with my life! Can you imagine? After all the years she fedthose dreams, she suddenly apologized for wasting

my tand toldto just... move on. Find someone else. As if love is that easy."

Her face twisted, trembling with rage. "It’s not that easy, is it?"

"Cynthia..." Nnenna'’s tone softened, pity washing into her gaze. "Love cannot be forced."

For a moment, she saw herself reflected in Cynthia, the ache of loving someone who didn’t love you back. She

remembered Somto.

The confusion of those early years, the way her heart fluttered in his presence, the jealousy she couldn't name

when other girls drew near him. And later, the quiet devastation when she realized those strange feelings were

love.

But she had never confessed. She had lived in a constant tension, waiting, hoping, imagining.

Until he died.

Now, all she had were ghosts of what could have been: Somto suddenly telling her he loved her; her confessing

first and finding out the feeling was mutual; stolen moments of happiness they would never share.

None of it had ctrue.

None of it ever would.

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She stepped closer, careful not to startle her. "The truest kind of love... is letting them go free. Letting them be

happy, even if it’s not with you."

Cynthia's eyes widened, her grip on the knife trembling. For a moment, the crazed light in her gaze dimmed.

She stared at Nnenna like she couldn’t believe she could possibly understand. But then her expression hardened

again, her face twisting with bitterness.

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