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

Chapter 498: I Was Considering Disowning You

From their seats, the students couldn’t hear the content, just the stunned expression on her face, the disbelief in her stance. And the sight of Nnenna’s script in her hands only confirmed what they feared.

"She really gave up..." a girl near the front whispered.

A boy let out a low groan and dropped his pen. "If Nnenna gave up, what chance do the rest of us even have?"

Several students submitted immediately, heads bowed in defeat. What was the point of continuing if the smartest girl they knew had surrendered?

But others clenched their jaws, forcing themselves to keep going.

"No. I’m not her, but I won’t back down," one muttered, scribbling furiously. "Even if I get just 50%, at least it’ll be mine."

Meanwhile, outside the tension filled hall, Nnenna walked through the serene corridor of the admin block. The quiet there was a stark contrast to the anxious energy she had left behind.

She strolled casually, her steps light. Exams didn’t scare her, after Lionara, this felt like revision.

Carl’s office was just around the corner.

She reached it, passed through the waiting area and greeted the secretary. Now standing in front of the door, she raised her hand and knocked softly, even though she noticed the door was already sliding open for her.

She waited for it to open fully and stepped in. noveldrama

Carl didn’t look up.

He didn’t need to.

Only one person walked into his office like she owned the place, without waiting for permission, without tiptoeing. Just confidently stepping in like it was her second home.

"Nnenna," he said without glancing up from his tablet. "You done already?"

She smiled and walked to the seat opposite him. "Yeah. Thought I would wait here for Emily and Ava. They still have time left."

Hearing her response, Carl finally put his tablet down and looked up at her fully, a real smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"How was the exam?" he asked, though his tone was casual, unbothered, like a man asking about the weather, not one of the most intense tests the academy had ever dropped on Year Ones.

But that was Carl for you. Charismatic. Patient. And one hundred and ten percent sure of Nnenna.

As expected, she grinned and answered with confidence. "Of course I smashed it."

Carl leaned back in his chair, arms folding across his chest. "Good," he said smoothly. "Because I was seriously considering disowning you if you didn’t." He added with an expression that seemed serious but was obviously a poor imitation of seriousness.

Nnenna let out a soft laugh, already used to his deadpan jokes. "Wow, imagine getting disowned for scoring 98 instead of 100."

He gave a shrug, eyes twinkling. "Standards, little one. I’m raising a genius, not a tourist."

He reached into a drawer and pulled out a sleek leather bound workbook, handing it over.

"Here. Start these. We’re concluding Year Two content by the end of the week. Right on schedule."

Nnenna accepted the book, flipping through it quickly. Equations. Diagrams. Case studies. Nothing too scary.

"The qualifying exams are only a few months away," Carl added, returning to his usual gentle and steady tone. "We’ve got to begin Year Three material immediately after. No breaks."

"Noted, Commander Carl," she said with a mock salute.

Carl smirked, satisfied.

She settled into the armchair opposite him, opened to the first page of exercises, and began writing without needing further instructions.

For a while, silence filled the office, but it wasn’t empty. It was the comforting silence of two people focused, their minds busy but their presence calm.

Carl returned to his tablet, eyes scanning pages of data, fingers occasionally tapping notes.

Across from him, Nnenna bent over her workbook, pencil gliding smoothly across the page. No stress. No panic. Just a quiet, shared rhythm.

The older sibling buried in work.

The younger sibling solving problems.

And in the middle of the busy academy, their little office felt like its own peaceful world.

Two hours later, a knock came at the door, interrupting Carl just as he was marking the last page of Nnenna’s exercises.

"Come in," he said calmly.

His voice alone was enough. The smart lock on the door responded instantly, and with a soft whirr, it slid open.

His secretary stepped in with practiced grace. She didn’t let her eyes wander too much, but from the corner of her gaze, she spotted Nnenna sitting comfortably opposite Carl, pencil in hand.

Carl looked up from the leather bound workbook and gave a subtle nod, permission to speak.

She didn’t waste a second.

"Princess Ava and Miss Emily are in the waiting area," she announced, voice smooth and professional. "Emily says it’s time for Young Miss’s dance lesson with Second Miss Hannah."

One would think that working under someone as patient and gentle as Carl would make a person slack off or grow comfortable. But not her.

In fact, she was the opposite of sloppy.

Before her, countless others had come and gone, many thinking Carl’s easygoing nature meant they could coast. They were wrong. Very wrong.

In the single month after Carl joined Omniora Academy as a lecturer, more than five secretaries had already been fired. Male or female, it didn’t matter. Carl gave no fifth warnings. If you couldn’t do your job right, you were gone.

It had gotten so bad that Carl even told HR to send only male secretaries, hoping maybe they would be less...distracted. But that didn’t work either.

The last male hire had been caught taking selfies with Carl’s office window in the background just to post online that he "worked with the legendary Prince Carl."

Needless to say, that was the final straw.

But somehow, she had survived. She was hired a little over the first month, that was in Carl’s second month, and never once was she called in for a warning, much less fired.

How?

Simple. She knew better than to take Carl’s kindness for granted.