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

As she watched him leave, Nnenna couldn't help but smile. She had gained more than just good points today. She had gained his attention, and perhaps, a little bit of his respect.

Physical therapy time had long passed, and Ikenna was preparing to leave for his other duties. His irritation, however, was evident in the sharp tone of his voice. "If you keep skipping physical therapy, you might never walk again. I'm going now, but you better be ready to start moving when I get back here."

Four's only response was a fleeting glance in Ikenna's direction, his silence louder than words. He then turned his piercing gaze toward Nnenna, clearly signaling that she should follow the man who had brought her in.

But Nnenna, ever the master of feigned ignorance, acted as though she hadn't noticed. Instead, she directed her attention to Ikenna, who was at the door, and gave him a cheerful wave. "Byee, Uncle Ikenna!"

"By-wait, uncle?!" Ikenna roared in disbelief as the door shut firmly behind him. He spun around, his hand reaching for the door handle to address this audacious anomaly.

Before he could make any progress, however, the two male nurses stationed outside stepped forward. One of them spoke with an apologetic bow. "I'm sorry, sir, but our boss has left strict instructions. You're not to re-enter unless it's urgent or absolutely necessary."

For a moment, Ikenna was speechless, his face contorting into a mix of frustration and amusement. "This… brat," he muttered under his breath.

Director Ikenna was well known among the staff, not only for his high position but also because of his friendship with their boss. However, a few days ago, their boss had declared, almost offhandedly, "Ikenna talks too much. Unless it's urgent, necessary, or I personally allow it, he is not to be let back in if he steps out."

It was an odd and overly strict rule, one that the staff found unreasonable, but what could they do? Orders were orders, and their boss's word was absolute.

Outside, Ikenna had already stopped trying, realizing the futility of arguing with the two guards who stood like stone walls. Frustrated, he fished out his phone and dialed Four's number, his face twisted in annoyance. But as soon as the line connected, a message played "the number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable."

His irritation only deepened. "Unavailable? Since when is Four's number ever unavailable?" He muttered, pacing a few steps back and forth before taking a deep breath to calm himself. Perhaps Four really was tired, or maybe he just didn't want to talk at the moment.

Deciding to let it go, Ikenna reluctantly turned off his phone and walked away, muttering something about the younger generation's stubbornness, completely forgetting that they were the same age. "I'll come back tomorrow," he resolved, convinced that Four would be in a better mood then.

But if only he knew the truth. Inside the room, Four was well aware of Ikenna's predictable habits. As soon as the new rule was set, Four had deliberately blocked Ikenna's number, anticipating the inevitable call.

In the quiet room, the young man's gaze flickered toward Nnenna again, his dark eyes cold and distant. The silent message was clear, leave. But as expected, she either couldn't take a hint or had decided to ignore it altogether.

Instead, she smiled awkwardly, breaking the silence with a casual comment. "I noticed you didn't do your physical therapy. I was supposed to do mine, too, but now it looks like we've both skipped it, huh?" Her voice carried a tinge of guilt, and she lowered her gaze slightly, as though admitting her part in his lapse.

But the man across from her remained completely unfazed. Without a single word, he maneuvered his wheelchair toward the massive bookshelf that lined one side of the room. His fingers brushed lightly across the spines of neatly arranged books until he pulled out one, its cover embossed with gold letters.

Then, ignoring her presence entirely, he turned to the large window overlooking the lush gardens below. The view was breathtaking, designed to inspire peace and tranquility. He positioned himself by the window and opened the book, burying himself in its pages with practiced ease.

His indifference was piercing, but Nnenna wasn't so easily dissuaded. She was tempted to call out to him again, but a small part of her hesitated. Would she push him too far?

Meanwhile, Four considered his options. If he called for someone to drag her out kicking and screaming, it would certainly create an unwanted commotion. And if there was one thing he hated more than uninvited guests, it was unnecessary noise. So, for now, he chose the lesser evil, silence.

The girl, undeterred by his icy silence, kept up her one sided chatter as though they were the closest of friends.

"You know," she began, her tone light and conversational, "I heard that my elder brother was the only one who visited me. And get this, he came four times while I was in a coma! Nurse Courage said he visited once a month. She's really a good woman, you know."

She paused briefly, her expression thoughtful. "Although," she added with a sly smile, "I noticed you don't have any women on your staff. So, I guess I won't recommend her to yo—"

Her words trailed off, not because she stopped talking, but because Four's mind latched onto a specific piece of information she had mentioned.

'Somto visited her?'

Four's hands tightened subtly around the edges of his book as he mulled over this unexpected revelation. His sharp mind didn't take long to connect the dots.

He knew this eldest prince well. In fact, they weren't just acquaintances, they were allies united by the same mission. Their paths had crossed several times during joint operations, and Four had come to respect Somto's unyielding focus and sense of duty.

But Prince Somto was known for being a man who lived for his mission and little else.