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

Chapter 593: No Ordinary Girl

"I may not be a lawyer, but I've read enough to know how this court works. Thank you very much."

Daniel's face tightened, but before he could snap back, the PrMinister raised a hand. His sharp, aged eyes

studied Nnenna in silence. For a heartbeat, no one breathed. Then, to everyone's shock, he leaned back in his

chair.

"...l will allow it."

The uproar that followed was immediate. Voices rose, confused, angry, stunned, but the PrMinister's glare

silenced them all. Within moments, guards escorted the housekeeper to the stand. Shackled, older, and visibly

exhausted, the man still carried himself with quiet dignity.

Nnenna stepped forward, unflinching.

"You have worked for Riverum Castle for how long?" she asked.

For a moment, the man stayed silent, as if weighing her intent. Then his voice, steady but worn, filled the hall.

"Over four decades."

A wave of murmurs passed through the crowd.

Nnenna nodded slowly. "So, you not only served the previous king... you also watched his son grow up."

"I did." The housekeeper’s gaze drifted, softening as he recalled. "I was there the very day he was born." His

voice lowered, almost wistful, before hardening again.

Nnenna’s expression did not change. "Would you say you see him as your own son?"

The housekeeper hesitated. The silence stretched, then he swallowed and nodded. "...Yes. | would."

The audience held its breath. Sstaff shifted uneasily in their seats.

Nnenna’s eyes flickered briefly toward the crowd before returning to him. "If | heard correctly," she continued,

"you spent more twith His Highness than you did with your own children. Is that correct?"

The housekeeper’s lips pressed into a line. His shoulders tensed, and he looked away for the first time. "...Yes.

That is correct."

Gasps scattered again, spitying, saccusing. His daughters, sitting at the defense bench, lowered their

heads, their faces a storm of emotions.

"Objection, my Lord! What's the point of all these meaningless questions from Miss Nnenna?"

"Sustained," the PrMinister said, though his tone carried an edge of curiosity. He, too, wanted to know where

she was going with this.

"The point of these ‘meaningless questions,” Nnenna began, turning slowly to face the chamber, "is to establish

one simple fact, that this man has no true reason to harm His Highness. Don’t you all want to know why? Why

someone so close would do such a thing? That's what matters, the intent."

Her words hung heavy in the air. Daniel shifted in his seat, his hesitation clear. He, too, wanted an answer. They

had pressed the housekeeper over and over, but he never spoke. Maybe this time, under her gaze, he finally

would.

"Fine," Daniel muttered, sinking back into his chair.

Nnenna'’s eyes flicked to the PrMinister, silently asking if she should proceed. He gave a small nod. He was

seeking the sthing she was, the motive behind betrayal.

Nnenna turned to the housekeeper, her voice calm but cutting. "You said you've spent more twith His

Highness than even your own children. It’s obvious you care for him deeply. So tell me..." She leaned in slightly,

her tone dropping softer, almost sorrowful. "Why would you poison someone you love?"

A few minutes passed.

Still no answer. The housekeeper kept his head bowed, lips sealed, as though silence itself was his final defense.

Nnenna’s eyes narrowed. She turned to the PrMinister. "My Lord," she said firmly, "this witness is clearly

uncooperative and withholding information that could save the future king. | ask for permission to treat him as a

hostile witness."

"What are you doing?" one of the defense lawyers shot up, his voice rising with anger. The words landed hard,

shaking the chamber.

Even Lora blinked in surprise, staring at Nnenna as if searching for her intent. All she found in Nnenna’s eyes was

a quiet plea, trust me.

"Sit down," Lora finally told the lawyer.

But he refused, his outrage spilling over. He leaned toward her, voice low but heated. "We can plead insanity

later. But if she keeps pushing like this, nobody will believe us. We'll lose everything."

"I'm first chair on this case," Lora snapped back, her tone sharp as glass. "I won't repeat myself. Sit down."

The lawyer froze, staring at her as though he couldn't believe her words. "I thought you hiredto save your

father’s life," he whispered, frowning. "I'm just doing my job."

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Her sharp gaze pinned him in place until, slowly, he sank back into his chair. He gave Lora a stiff nod, though his

eyes still burned with fury at Nnenna.

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Nnenna faced the housekeeper, her tone shifting, sharper now, colder. "You will answer my questions," she

declared.

The housekeeper lifted his head just

enough to meet her eyes. His silence

was defiance, his exprEdsian Stohe

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endure anything. His mental fortitude

was legendary, a wall that no

ordinary interrogation could break.

But Nnenna wasn’t ordinary.

Her eyes softened, her voice lowering as she called on the love system. A warmth, invisible yet crushing, pressed

into the man’s chest, forcing open cracks in his resistance.

Ding!

"3,000 good points deducted."

The housekeeper flinched, his breath stuttering. His lips trembled as the barrier of his will began to crumble.

Finally, his voice broke the suffocating silence. "I... did it. | poisoned the soup."

Gasps swept through the chamber. Daniel's fists clenched on the table, his knuckles white. The PrMinister's

sharp eyes narrowed, but he said nothing, waiting, watching.