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

Chapter 568: Is My Brother Coming? "Wow. Are you guys psychically connected or something?" she blurted out, surprised.

Carl chuckled, amused. "No. If we were, he would have chere himself. He sent you here because he knew that, deep down, you already knew the right thing to do. You just needed a little push in the right direction. I'm glad you made the right choice." too," Nnenna said softly, then walked out of the room.

She wandered down the hallway, her mind already busy. Where do I even start to find the person poisoning Carl? Her steps grew aimless until she realized she had been walking a long twithout seeing anyone.

"I should have asked for directions..." she muttered, facepalming. Looking back, she realized she did not even know the way to Carl's room anymore. "Great. Just great." As she stood there, still thinking, a gentle, aged voice interrupted.

"Who are you? Are you lost, dear?" Nnenna turned to see a middle aged woman approaching. Despite her age, she looked healthy, well cared for, her uniform similar to the housekeeper's.

"I'm Nnenna. And yes, I'm lost. Can you taketo the housekeeper?" "You're who?" The woman's eyes widened as she studied Nnenna's face more closely. "You... you're here." Her tone shifted, her gentleness slipping for just a moment.

Nnenna caught it, sharp senses instantly alert.

But the woman quickly softened again. "Ah, I remember his Highness adopted a young girl. So you're the one? Welcome, dear!" She pulled Nnenna into an excited hug.

"I've been looking forward to seeing you for so long. I only gave birth to boys, and I've always wanted a girl. When I heard his highness had adopted a younger sister, I was the happiest. I'm the housekeeper's wife, you can callNanny." Nnenna let out a small breath of relief. "Uhm... thank you." "So this is the woman who protected Carl when his parents died," Nnenna thought, grateful.

"I'm looking for my room," she explained. "Carl said I should find the housekeeper, but I got lost." "Oh, that's nothing, dear. Come, I'll show you the way." The woman held her hand warmly, like a mother would. Nnenna hesitated, then did not pull away. This woman was as good as one of Carl's mothers, it felt right to hold on to that kindness.

They walked slowly through the hall, Nanny taking her through roundabout paths and pointing things out as if giving her a personal tour.

"And here's your room." Nanny finally stopped in front of a door at the far end of the castle.

Nnenna blinked. This far? Based on her quick mental map, she was definitely nowhere close to Carl's room.

"Uh... Nanny," she called, hesitation slipping into her voice.

"Yes, dear?" the elderly woman turned with her usual gentle smile.

"I was thinking... maybe I could stay closer to Carl's room. That way, I can look after him better," Nnenna suggested. She could always move into the room Carl designed once he recovered, but for now, being nearby seemed more practical.

Nanny's eyes softened with patience. "You don't have to worry about that, child. Plenty of people, including me, are watching over him. And besides-" her smile widened, "-he spent so much tdesigning this room just for you. I'm sure it will make him very happy if you stay here." Nnenna paused, torn. "...You're right," she finally sighed. "I'll be fine from here. You can go back to what you were doing, I've already taken enough of your time." After a lot of thought, she pushed the door open and stepped inside, anticipation building in her chest.

A room Carl designed especially for me... It has to be amazing, right? Her eyes swept around, heart pounding in expectation.

The room was grand, no doubt about it, high ceilings, carved pillars, and thick curtains draped in deep velvet. A royal guest room through and through. But as her eyes roamed the polished furniture and regal decor, Nnenna blinked in surprise.

This wasn't exactly what she had imagined. It was elegant, yes, but it didn't feel like something designed for her. Still, if Carl had chosen this space for her, then it was fine. She smiled faintly. No worries. I'll like it just the way it is.

A few minutes later, a knock sounded at the door. Several servants entered, carrying her luggage.

"Thank you," Nnenna said with a small nod.

They blinked, clearly not used to such friendliness, before bowing slightly and retreating.

Once she had finished settling in, she left the room. With her sharp memory, it didn't take long too m navigate the halls and locate the dining room downstairs. The long table stretched across the hall, but the place was empty. She had thought Carl would be here.

Taking the main seat without a second thought, Nnenna turned to the housekeeper. "Is my brother coming?" she asked.

The question earned her several sidelong glances, sservants looked uneasy, surprised she hadh taken the head seat, while the housekeeper's displeasure cfrom the same. But remembering the new protocol, that His Highness would no longer be dining in the hall for now, none of them corrected her.

"Oh no, Your Highness has been eating in his room since the sickness started," the housekeeper, explained politely. But we'll serve yours in just a few minutes. He has already updated us on your food preferences." "Thank you, but I would rather eat with him. Serve mine along with his in his room. I'm going upstairs," Nnenna said, already half rising.

"I don't think that's a good idea," the housekeeper interjected quickly.

"Why not?" Nnenna asked, narrowing her eyes.

"You should let His Highness rest. Usually, once he finishes his meals, he sleeps. If you're there, you might keep him from getting enough rest. I think it's better you stay here," he persuaded gently.

"I won't disturb him," Nnenna countered stubbornly. "If rest is the problem, I'll just stay until he finishes eating, then I'll leave..."