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Chapter 234 - 234 What Kind of Chat Involved So Much Shouting

Chapter 234: What Kind of Chat Involved So Much Shouting?

Chapter 234: What Kind of Chat Involved So Much Shouting?

“And I won’t stand here and let you say otherwise.” Less loved Queen Chioma “…” Queen Chioma’s face twisted with frustration, but Ebere continued before she could interrupt.

“As for Nnenna’s mother…” she hesitated, choosing her words carefully.

“She may have been a mistress, like you said.

But that was her.

That was not Nnenna.

Nnenna has never done anything to prove she can’t be trusted.

She has never shown questionable character.

So why should I abandon her for something she had no part in?

Why should I judge her for her mother’s mistakes, if they’re even true?” Queen Chioma’s eyes darkened.

“Are you questioning me?” she demanded, her voice rising in anger.

Ebere took a deep breath.

“No, Mom.

But what I mean is—” “‘If it’s really true’?” Queen Chioma cut her off, seething.

“You dare to doubt me?

You still intend to continue your friendship with that girl?

Clearly, you’re not thinking about this family at all.

She must have brainwashed you for you to be speaking like this!” She clenched her fists, shaking her head in disbelief.

“I’m disappointed in you, Ebere.” Ebere flinched, but she stood her ground.

A part of her hurt at her mother’s words, but another part of her knew, deep down, that she was making the right choice.

Ebere felt a sharp sting at her mother’s words, but she forced herself to remain calm.

“Mom, do you even hear yourself?” she asked, her voice quieter now but filled with disbelief.

“You’re talking as if Nnenna is some kind of manipulative schemer when she has never done anything to prove that.

You’re blaming her for things that she never did!” Queen Chioma scoffed.

“Never did?

You’re too naive!

If you keep going this way, history will repeat itself.

Don’t you understand?” She took a deep breath, her voice laced with bitterness.

“Do you think it was a coincidence that she canceled her engagement with Prince Alexei?

No!

It’s obvious she did it to get closer to Prince Ji Ho.

You said it yourself, he seemed to like her more than you, but he most likely went with you only because you are the biological princess.

Don’t you see the conspiracy?

Don’t you see that she will soon try to take him from you, just like her mother tried to take your father from me?

And now, you’re making it easier for her!” Queen Chioma shook her head, glaring at Ebere as if she had committed the worst betrayal.

“You’re a fool, Ebere.

A stupid, blind girl!” Queen Chioma rebuked her, completely forgetting that Ebere was her most beloved and only daughter.

Ebere stared at her mother in shock.

This wasn’t something she had ever expected to hear from her.

The bitterness in her voice, the raw pain, these were emotions Ebere had never associated with the woman who had always carried herself with grace and control.

She didn’t know what to say.

This wasn’t the kind of person she wanted to become, someone consumed by resentment.

So, instead of arguing, she simply turned and walked out of the room, giving her mother space to calm down.

But as she left, a painful realization settled in her chest, it had been a mistake to come here for help.

As she made her way down the hall, Ebere debated whether to tell Nnenna about the conversation.

But she hesitated.

If she did, Nnenna would only start worrying about Obinna’s threats to her, and Ebere didn’t want that.

From what she had observed in the past few weeks, Nnenna would likely advise her to distance herself just to keep her safe.

But Ebere wasn’t willing to do that.

She was sixteen now, old enough to endure a little hardship for the sake of someone who had proven to be a true friend.

She returned to her room, determined to shake off the shock from both her brother’s hostility and her mother’s bitterness before Nnenna noticed.

She freshened up, took deep breaths, and convinced herself that she could hide her emotions.

But she had underestimated Nnenna.

That night, she skipped dinner, using studying as an excuse.

She told the servants she would eat in her room, hoping to avoid any more confrontations.

Knock, knock.

Just as Ebere was about to settle into bed, thinking her plan had worked and she had successfully avoided any confrontation, there was a knock at her door.

She hesitated for a moment but then walked over to open it.

Ignoring it would only make her seem suspicious.

Standing outside was Nnenna.

“May I come in?” Nnenna asked.

“Sure,” Ebere said, forcing a smile as she stepped aside to let her in.

She knew her expression probably looked unnatural, but there was nothing she could do about it.

She had never been good at hiding her emotions.

“I heard that Second Brother summoned you to the throne room today,” Nnenna said the moment she stepped inside.

Ebere froze.

Nnenna sounded so certain, as if she already knew everything.

Lying wouldn’t help, it would only make her seem more suspicious.

But at the same time, she couldn’t exactly tell her the whole truth.

She quickly composed herself and forced a casual tone.

“Oh, you mean that?

Yes, he did summon me to the throne room.

He just wanted to catch up, you know?

It’s been a while since we all sat down and talked together, so he thought it was necessary.” She shrugged, trying to make it sound as natural as possible.

After delivering her explanation, she mentally high fived herself.

That was a solid excuse.

But she had forgotten one thing, who she was dealing with.

“I see,” Nnenna responded, her expression unreadable.

“I hope your chat went well?” “Yes, it went very well,” Ebere answered quickly.

“Okay, that’s good to know,” Nnenna said, tilting her head slightly.

“So, what kind of chat involved so much shouting and noise that could be heard from the halls.” Ebere cringed.

Shouting and noise?

She hadn’t realized they had been that loud.

“Oh, that?

We were playing a game.

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