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

Chapter 603: | Have to Live With That

Agony tore through Nnenna’s body, but she refused to let it end here. Her legs felt like dead weight, but her

upper body still obeyed her will. Cynthia raised the knife again, wild eyed, but Nnenna’s hand shot up with

lightning speed.

With a sharp twist of her wrist, she trapped Cynthia's arm, yanked it forward, and slammed her palm into the

base of Cynthia's chin, a precise martial art strike meant to overload the brain with shock. Cynthia’s eyes rolled

back, and she crumpled to the floor unconscious, the knife clattering away.

Finally Nnenna thought. By now, her breathing was ragged, her vision blurring at the edges. The stabbing pain in

her lower back spread like fire, draining her strength with every second. She bit down hard on her tongue,

coppery blood filling her mouth, forcing herself to stay awake.

Her hand fumbled for her phone, slick with sweat. She unlocked it, the screen glowing faintly in the dim room. No

tto think, she tapped the first number on her recent contacts list.

The call connected after a single ring.

"Hello?" A smooth, deep male voice flowed through the speaker, steady and calm, like silk over steel.

But Nnenna couldn’t answer. Her body finally gave in, her hand slipping as the phone fell onto the sheets.

Darkness swallowed her whole as she fainted, blood still pooling beneath her.

A week later.

"I thought it was just an injury to her spinal cord. Why is she still in a coma?" the man’s voice was sharp, laced

with worry but wrapped in authority that made everyone around him uneasy.

"Y-yes." A woman hesitated before answering, her tone careful, almost timid. "Y-yes... the knife missed her heart,

but it pierced dangerously close to the lower spinal cord. We managed to stop the internal bleeding, but the

trauma caused severe shock to her nervous system. Her body is... conserving energy. That's why she hasn't

woken yet. She's stable, but we cannot say how long the coma will last."

Oppressive silence pressed heavy for a moment.

The door opened, and someone stepped in with unhurried grace. His movements were slower than usual, but it

didn’t take away from the natural authority he carried.

Carl's frlooked leaner than before, the sharpness of his cheekbones more defined from the toll of chelation

therapy. His skin still carried a faint pallor, and the veins along his forearms hinted at recent treatments.

Yet, despite all this, his posture was steady, his shoulders squared. Strength clung to him, not the raw kind of a

man in perfect health, but the resilient kind of someone who refused to be broken.

"Stop scaring Alice," Carl's voice cut through the heavy air, gentle but firm. His eyes softened briefly on the

person lying on the bed. "She’s one of the best doctors in Riverum. If not, why would | hire her?"

Alice, clearly shaken by the earlier exchange, lowered her head in relief.

Carl turned his gaze toward the man seated not far from the bed. Arthur sat rigid, his arms crossed, eyes dark,

lips sealed.

Carl let out a small, almost playful but sad smile, one that carried a touch of familiarity. It was the kind of smile

that seemed to say, ah, | remember, you're still not speaking to me.

"I'll finish up here, Alice. You can go," Carl said gently.

Alice nodded quickly, as though she had just been released from a prison sentence, and half walked, half ran out

of the room.

"We should take her back to my kingdom," Arthur said stiffly, still refusing to look Carl's way. "I'm sure | have

better doctors than Alice."

Carl didn’t flinch. He reached for the clipboard at the foot of the bed, eyes scanning Nnenna'’s vitals with

practiced calm. "First of all, no. She's too unstable. Second, your doctors aren't better than mine. Most

importantly..." He set the clipboard down with a quiet thud. "...I'm better than them all. She has a better chance

here withthan anywhere else. You can be mad atall you want, Arthur, but you can’t gamble with her

life."

Arthur's lips curled into a scoff. "Fine. But | would like to know what exactly is going on instead of sitting here like

a spectator. But I'm guessing you won't tellthat either."

Carl's jaw tightened.

He knew it wasn’t about the treatment. He had made sure to keep Arthur in the loop every step of the way.

And so, he decided to once again address the real problem. His voice stayed even. "For the hundredth time, |

thought | could protect her myself. If | had known the culprit was so well connected, | would have told you."

Arthur finally snapped his gaze to him, eyes hard with doubt. "Would you?" he cut in, sharp as a blade.

"Yes." Carl didn’t hesitate. His gaze held Arthur's unflinchingly. "Yes, | would."

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