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

Chapter 448: They Don’t Deserve Me

Distant. Nnenna wasn’t the kind of girl who flirted or schemed. She walked with purpose and kept to herself. That was the truth.

He clenched his fists and stepped forward.

“That’s a lie,” he snapped, voice sharp with rising anger. “At least Nnenna has charm, unlike you. And she’s not that kind of girl. Don’t drag her name through the mud just because you don’t like her!”

A murmur of agreement stirred in the crowd.

But Stephanie only scoffed, flipping her hair with a smug smirk. “Of course you would say that. That’s exactly what someone under her spell would say.”

Her eyes gleamed coldly as she leaned in, tone dripping with mockery.

“Do you have proof that you’re not sleeping with her?”noveldrama

The class gasped.

The boy’s jaw clenched in disbelief. “And what proof do you have that anything like that is happening between us?” he shot back. “You’re just flinging words around. No evidence. No facts. Just baseless accusations!”

Stephanie shrugged, unfazed. “Well, if it’s not true, why are you so agitated?” she said smoothly.

His breath caught in his throat. He opened his mouth to argue, then stopped. His face turned red with frustration. She was twisting everything!

The crowd leaned in, sensing the tension spike.

After a few seconds, he finally burst out, louder than before.

“I’m agitated because you’re lying!”

His voice echoed through the pillars, raw and fierce.

But the crowd wasn’t on his side. In fact, the more he shouted, the more convinced they became.

“Look how mad he is!” someone whispered.

“Guilty people always shout the loudest.”

“He’s definitely been exposed. He’s panicking.”

“This is embarrassing. He should’ve just stayed quiet.”

“You see the way he defended her? There’s something going on for sure.”

The murmurs spread like wildfire, gossip, judgement, assumption, all swirling together. Even students who didn’t care before were now choosing sides, drawn in by the rising tension.

Some of the girls shook their heads.

“He fell for her and got caught. Classic.”

“Poor guy doesn’t even realize how obvious he’s being.”

“What kind of charm does this girl have to make people act like this?”

Stephanie smirked, clearly pleased with the shift. Jana stood tall, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

She turned to the VC, chin raised, her voice dripping with confidence.

“Sir, you’ve seen it for yourself. Even when cornered, the girl’s defenders can’t hide the truth. You’ve already written the expulsion letter. Now, please uphold the rules of Omniora Academy, expel her officially and verbally.”

She stepped back with a dramatic flair, expecting the final blow to be struck.

All eyes shifted to the VC.

The air grew heavier.

The VC was caught between a rock and a hard place.

His conscience screamed one thing, Nnenna was innocent. That much had become obvious after hearing both sides.

The students who defended her weren’t just random sympathizers; they had no real reason to lie. Their words were calm, steady. Unlike Jana’s circus of accusations.

He knew this truth before he ever signed that letter. But truth was powerless when held against the weight of influence. And Jana… she carried the shadow of Prince Carl.

The VC inwardly scoffed. Prince Carl. What was that boy thinking? Falling for a high handed, arrogant, manipulative brat like Jana? The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to grab the prince by the collar and shake the nonsense out of his head.

If only I weren’t afraid of his status…

I would knock his head and see if it makes a coconut sound.

His eyes flickered toward Nnenna. Her expression was calm, too calm. And somehow, that made it worse.

She didn’t beg.

She didn’t cry.

She stood there with quiet strength, and that made the guilt in his chest feel like a tightening noose.

He sighed internally.

Then he put his professional mask back on.

He looked Nnenna in the eyes, with silent apology, before speaking.

“Miss Nnenna,” his voice was firm now, though his gaze faltered for a fraction of a second.

“The evidence is… conclusive. My decision stands.”

“You are hereby expelled from Omniora Academy.”

Gasps rippled across the crowd like waves crashing against rocks.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Some faces gleamed in smug victory, others darkened in disbelief.

But through it all, Nnenna didn’t flinch.

She simply stared back at the VC, the corners of her lips slowly lifting into a smile.

Not of happiness.

Not of despair.

But the kind of smile that says: You just made a very, very big mistake.

And just like that, it was happening, exactly as the crowd expected.

A decision had been made.

Another victim crushed under the heel of Princess Jana’s influence.

Who could survive going against her anyway?

The murmur of whispers grew louder, confidence swelling among her supporters. Some students looked at Nnenna with sympathy. Others with mockery. But the overwhelming feeling in the air was one of finality.

Nnenna raised her eyebrows, her inner voice calm despite the chaos.

So this is how it ends?

Should I burn more good points just to fix the mess this spineless VC made? Or should I just leave? Honestly, a school with a chancellor like this doesn’t even deserve a student like me.

Her thoughts were clear, crisp.

But before she could even make a choice

“AHHHH!!! I-It’s… It’s Prince Arthur!!”

The scream shattered through the tension like lightning through dry wood.

Time stopped.

Jana froze.

The VC’s face drained of color.

Even Nnenna blinked, eyes narrowing as her thoughts scattered.

The crowd turned like a wave.

And like magic, a path parted clean through them as if nature itself obeyed a higher presence.

There, walking toward them with unshakable grace and the air of royalty, was Prince Arthur.

His aura hit like a storm, thick with pressure and impossible to ignore.

The whispers died instantly.

No one could breathe properly.

This was no ordinary entrance.

It was the kind of arrival that signaled something was about to happen.