They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System
Chapter 232 - 232 I’ll Learn to Survive From Her

Chapter 232: I’ll Learn to Survive From Her Chapter 232: I’ll Learn to Survive From Her Obinna’s face was a storm of emotions, anger, disbelief, maybe even guilt.

But Ebere didn’t care.

She refused to let Nnenna be defamed.

Not after everything she had been through.

“Didn’t you hear everything that was said?!” Obinna’s voice was sharp, cutting through the tense air of the chamber.

“Father said it himself, the person closest to them in his final moments heard it, he said, ‘I love her, I love her.’ Doesn’t that tell you something?

Doesn’t that mean she must have found a way to either seduce Father or manipulate someone into doing it for her?” His eyes burned with fury as he glared at Ebere.

“I do not care what you think.

The only reason I called you here was to warn you, stay away from her.” Ebere stood frozen for a moment, disbelief washing over her.

Then, her expression hardened.

“Thank you for your warning, Second Brother,” she said evenly.

“But I’m not going to stay away from her.” She stepped forward, voice unwavering.

“Nnenna is a good person.

Just because you refuse to see it doesn’t mean it’s not true.

I won’t abandon her simply because you want me to.

In fact, she belongs here even more than any of us.” Obinna’s hands clenched into fists, his knuckles whitening.

“I am your king, and you will obey me,” he thundered, slamming a hand against the papers on his desk.

Ebere tilted her head slightly, a small, knowing smile playing at her lips.

“Yes, you are the king… but don’t forget, you’re only the interim king.” Her voice dropped to a deadly calm.

“The moment Big Brother returns, you’ll have to step down.

And until then, you cannot command me.” Silence stretched between them like a taut wire.

Obinna’s jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring, but Ebere didn’t flinch.

The power had shifted, and she knew it.

Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Obinna fuming in his seat.

Ebere hadn’t wanted to speak to her brother that way.

She respected him, even feared his wrath at times, but right now, it felt necessary.

Obinna needed to be reminded of his position, temporary and fragile.

Maybe later, she would apologize, smooth things over.

But for now, she needed leverage to protect Nnenna.

She reached for the door handle, ready to leave, when she heard his voice, low and cold, like a man teetering on the edge of sanity.

“If you keep getting close to her, don’t blame me when I put you where I’ve put her.” His voice was almost a whisper, but it sent a chill down her spine.

“Don’t blame me if I no longer remember that you’re my sister.” Ebere froze.

She knew exactly what he meant.

He was threatening to strip her of everything, her allowance, her privileges, her standing in the family.

He assumed she wouldn’t survive without them.

He thinks I’ll crumble, she realized.

She turned back around slowly, her face filled with a determination she hadn’t known she possessed.

“No problem,” she shot back, her voice unwavering.

“Nnenna has survived the past ten years without truly living.

I’ll survive.

I’ll learn to survive from her.” Then, without another glance, she spun on her heel and walked out, slamming the door behind her.

The old Ebere, poised, obedient, elegant, was gone.

This situation had shaken her to her core, forcing her to see the truth.

Never in a million years would she have imagined herself standing against Obinna.

Never would she have thought she would willingly align herself with the sister she had spent years antagonizing.

But now?

She had made her choice.

And she would do everything in her power to protect Nnenna.

Ebere knew her brother wasn’t bluffing, Obinna was as smooth as he was ruthless.

She needed to act fast.

Knowing she couldn’t fight him alone, she decided to seek help from their mother, though she wasn’t exactly optimistic.

Queen Chioma had never hidden her disdain for Nnenna, and Ebere doubted she would go against Obinna for her sake.

Still, she had to try.

She found her mother in her chambers, staring blankly at the window as a servant adjusted the drapes.

The once formidable Queen Chioma looked… small.

Defeated.

“Mother, Obinna wants to cut off my allowance just because he doesn’t like what I’ve been doing,” Ebere blurted out.

The queen’s tired gaze sharpened, a flicker of her old self returning.

“What does he mean by that?” she asked, her voice laced with irritation.

Ebere hesitated before responding, but she didn’t have to say much.

The queen’s expression darkened, and she waved a hand dismissively.

“Tell him I said he will not try such a thing.

I won’t allow it,” she said, exasperated, before slumping back against the cushions.

Ebere nodded, relieved, but as she turned to leave, something held her back.

She glanced at her mother again, really looked at her.

Ever since their father’s death, Queen Chioma had been a shell of herself.

She was a widow now, and despite the passage of a few months, she seemed utterly lost.

It wasn’t just grief.

It was something deeper.

No one knew how to comfort her.

No one even understood what was truly wrong.

Every time they asked, she would brush them off with vague excuses, but Ebere knew they weren’t the truth.

She hesitated for only a moment before stepping closer and sitting beside her mother.

“Mom,” she said softly, “what have you been worrying about all this time?

Why are you doing this to yourself?” She reached for her mother’s cold fingers, squeezing them gently.

“We all miss Father, but you seem to be carrying something else.

Something heavier.

What is it?” Her voice was gentle but firm, urging, pleading for an answer.

Would her mother finally tell her the truth?

Queen Chioma stared at Ebere for a few moments, her tired eyes searching hers as if debating whether to speak.

Then, she shook her head and looked away.

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