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Chapter 271 - 271 Actually, I Disobeyed

Chapter 271: Actually, I Disobeyed Chapter 271: Actually, I Disobeyed Obinna’s satisfied expression faltered.

“What?” “I never stopped caring about my younger sister,” she continued, meeting his gaze directly.

“These past few days, we just have not had time to hang out because she is been busy.

That is all.

But once things settle, I will go back to spending time with her like before.” Silence fell over the room.

The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Obinna’s face darkened.

“So, you’re really determined to disobey me?” His voice wasn’t raised, but there was an unmistakable edge to it.

For the first time, he sounded more like the ruler sitting on the throne than the older brother standing in front of her.

Ebere, however, didn’t waver.

She met his gaze steadily.

“I’m not trying to disobey you, Brother.

I’m simply doing what I believe is right.

Whether it earns me a reward or a punishment doesn’t matter to me.” Obinna’s fingers twitched slightly at his sides.

He hadn’t expected such defiance.

Meanwhile, hidden inside the closet, Nnenna held her breath.

Her heart pounded as she listened.

Ebere wasn’t backing down.

And that, more than anything, made Obinna furious.

“Very good,” Obinna said slowly, eyes narrowing as he looked at Ebere.

“I see she’s making you rebel now.

You used to be so obedient.

Now you’ve become… rebellious and stubborn.” Obedient Ebere “..?” Rebellious Nnenna “…” His tone was calm, but the cold bite behind it made the air in the room feel heavier.

It made both girls freeze, Ebere, who stood bravely facing her brother, and Nnenna, who remained hidden in the walk in closet, pressing her back against the wooden wall as her heart thumped hard against her chest.

Speechless.

That was the only way to describe the silence that followed.

Not just because of the accusation, but because of how backward it was.

Wait… what?

Nnenna blinked.

Even Ebere’s expression flickered.

She glanced at her brother in disbelief.

Did he just say… I used to be obedient?

Me?

Even the guards outside the door might have twitched if they heard it.

Because everyone in the palace knew, if there was ever a firebrand among the siblings, it had been the first princess.

Ebere was famous for setting things on fire, literally and figuratively, when things didn’t go her way.

“I think it’s actually now that I’ve become calm and obedient,” Ebere finally said, brushing some invisible lint from her dress with an awkward smile.

“In the past, I might’ve set something on fire for real, or thrown a chair if things didn’t go my way.” She chuckled.

Lightly.

Carefully.

Testing the waters.

“I just wanted to point that out,” she added, “so you don’t go around giving Nnenna credit for crimes I committed alone.” Nnenna almost laughed in the closet.

Wow, so this is what it feels like to be blamed for someone else’s mischief while hiding in a closet like some palace thief.

She shook her head silently and covered her mouth, trying not to giggle.

She could feel her sister defending her, and somehow, it made her chest ache in a good way.

Obinna stared at Ebere for a second longer, clearly not satisfied, but also not quite sure how to respond.

He sighed and stood up.

He was losing his grip on this.

He had come to cancel the punishment, to give Ebere a pat on the back for obeying him, but now, she was countering him without fear.

She wasn’t even raising her voice.

That made it worse.

He didn’t know what else to say.

Or do.

She wasn’t openly defiant.

But she wasn’t bending either.

So, he said nothing more.

“Alright,” he muttered.

“Maybe I’ll take a different approach.” He turned to leave, cloak swaying behind him with each step.

But not before muttering under his breath, just loud enough for Ebere to catch “I’ll try the easier route.

Through Nnenna.” As the door clicked shut behind him, silence fell again.

Ebere didn’t move.

Her lips were pressed tight, her fists clenched just slightly at her side.

And inside the closet, Nnenna’s fingers gripped her dress.

He’s coming for me now… Nnenna stepped out of the walk in closet once he was gone.

She gave Ebere an apologetic look.

“Sorry, sister.

I’ll have to go back now.” Ebere nodded, understanding.

Nnenna left the room quickly, already thinking of how to get back to her own room without bumping into Obinna again.

She briefly considered using her smallest shortcut, but it wasn’t possible today.

Honestly, she had access to some help, but she wasn’t willing to waste her good points on that.

So she walked back normally, quietly and quickly.

Just as she got close to her room, which was around the corner from her sister’s, she saw him.

Obinna.

He was already standing outside her door, knocking.

“Second brother?” she called out, startled.

“Were you looking for me?” He turned around, slightly surprised.

“I thought you were inside,” he said, narrowing his eyes.

“Well… I’m here now.

What do you need?” “Let’s go inside to talk first,” he said, already pushing the door open.

“Okay.” she replied quickly, glancing down the hallway.

There were servants around.

Anyone could pass by at any time.

She didn’t want to be yelled at publicly.

Obinna ignored her completely and entered the room like it was his.

He made himself comfortable without being told, because of course he did.

He always acted like he owned the place.

“Just leave Ebere alone,” he said suddenly, as if continuing a conversation from earlier.

“You don’t care about her at all.

You really don’t.” Nnenna blinked.

What?

“You don’t care that she’s being punished because of you.” Nnenna scoffed softly, folding her arms.

She wasn’t going to let him twist things around.

“Excuse me?” she said, voice sharp.

“You’re the one punishing her.

If you actually cared, then she wouldn’t be getting punished in the first place.

So the person who doesn’t care about her…

is you.

Not me.”