They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System
Chapter 138 - 138 I Don't Know How

Chapter 138: I Don’t Know How Chapter 138: I Don’t Know How The world must see you as a pampered princess, not some—” he gestured vaguely at the small room “—forgotten child in a closet.” He crossed his arms.

“I’ve already assigned someone to move your belongings.

If anyone asks, you’ve been living upstairs for the past ten years.

Do you understand?” His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.

Nnenna “..?” Nnenna blinked, her mind reeling.

Then, she looked him dead in the eye.

“I’m not moving.” The king’s expression darkened, but she wasn’t finished.

“I’ve lived in this closet for ten years, and you never cared.

Now, just because guests are coming, you suddenly want to rewrite history?” Her voice rose, raw with unfiltered emotion.

“If they ask where I’ve been living, I’ll tell them.

I’ll show them this tiny space, my things, and myself, just as I’ve always been.” She let the words settle, watching for a reaction.

“You let them keep me here, Father.

You let them act like I didn’t exist.

And now you want to act like it never happened?” Her chest heaved, her fists clenched.

“No.

I won’t lie for you.” “Well, I…

I wasn’t aware of all that,” King Ikechukwu stammered, looking away, but the guilt was evident in his expression.

Nnenna scoffed.

“Is that so?” Her voice was sharp, unwavering.

“Then tell me, Father, how did you know exactly where to find me tonight?

If you truly had no idea where I’ve been living, how did you walk straight here without asking for directions?” The king’s lips parted slightly, but no words came.

Nnenna exhaled sharply, the weight of disappointment pressing down on her chest.

“If you don’t mind, I’m tired.

I need to sleep.” She turned toward her small bed, refusing to look at him.

“You may be the king of this kingdom, and yes, you are my father, but you’ve never acted like it.” Her voice was steady, but the pain behind it was unmistakable.

In the past, when he pretended not to know, it had been painful.

But now?

Now, watching him feign concern, watching him lie, it was unbearable.

There was no way a king could be so blind to what happened under his own roof.

No way he could ignore the suffering of his own blood for ten years.

And yet, here he was, pretending.

Nnenna clenched her fists beneath the covers.

She would never let herself be fooled again.

Her words pierced through the king’s heart.

He stood in shock, guilt creeping into his expression as her accusations settled deep within him.

“Amarachi…” He exhaled the name, as if speaking it aloud would somehow lessen the weight on his chest.

His voice faltered, and for a brief moment, he wasn’t addressing Nnenna at all.

“Your daughter… I know I haven’t exactly done a very good job at taking care of her.

I thought I had been trying, but I see now that I failed.

Please… forgive me.” His eyes flickered to Nnenna’s face, and it struck him all over again, how much she resembled the woman he could never forget.

The same sharp eyes.

The same unwavering strength.

“I’m sorry.” The words escaped him before he could stop them.

But to whom had he spoken?

To the woman in his memories?

Or to the girl standing before him?

He wasn’t sure.

His mind swirled with the housekeeper’s reports, the quiet sacrifices Nnenna had made for her siblings, the way she never sought recognition, how she had endured, how she had fought to belong despite everything.

And yet, he had done nothing.

For years, he had convinced himself that merely allowing her to stay in the palace was enough.

That keeping her within these walls, even if hidden, was some form of mercy.

But now, standing before her, he finally understood.

He hadn’t been protecting her.

He had been protecting himself.

But after she returned home and stayed for more than a week, something shifted.

He had always known of her, but now, watching her, listening to her, seeing her fight for her place, he was beginning to truly see her.

She was his daughter, too.

And maybe, just maybe, he had been letting her down all these years.

Ironically, it had taken her recognizing her own worth for him to finally acknowledge it himself.

The housekeeper’s words had lingered in his mind, forcing him to confront the truth.

Now, he wasn’t just asking her to move rooms to avoid scandal.

He was doing it to soothe his own guilt.

To convince himself that he wasn’t the failure those words had painted him to be.

He took a deep breath.

“If you want to keep staying here, that’s your choice,” he said finally.

“But don’t do it just to prove a point or to get back at me.

Don’t let anger keep you in this closet.” He exhaled, looking at her, really looking at her.

“Go upstairs.

Enjoy your new room.

The proper clothes, the shoes, everything you’ve never had here.” He hesitated, then added, “I will try… to be a better father.

Because you are my daughter, too.

I don’t know how yet, but I will try.” And with that, he turned and walked out of the room, his shoulders tense, his steps heavy.

Nnenna stood frozen, staring at his retreating figure, his words echoing in her mind.

“Love System, could you please check if my ears still work fine?” Ding!

“10 good points deducted for checking!” Nnenna “…” “They work fine” the system concluded shamelessly Nnenna “..!” “Do you have to charge me for everything?!” Nnenna asked with indignation “Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.” The system replied maintaining her shamelessness “Geat, I just wasted ten precious good points!” Nnenna lamented But then, since when did the king care about what was going on in her life?

Was this… the Love System at work?

She hesitated for a moment before deciding to ask.

“Love System, did you make the king realize all that?

Did you make him feel the impact of his actions toward me?” she asked, still stunned by his words.

“No, I did not,” the system replied.

She frowned.

“Then what happened?” “All of that was him,” the system continued.

“I told you before, your family members are not completely bad.

They just have misunderstandings and unresolved conflicts when it comes to you.

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