They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System
Chapter 85 - 85 Working Together

Chapter 85: Working Together Chapter 85: Working Together Nnenna glanced toward the housekeeper and noticed his furrowed brows.

He looked troubled, his eyes darting around as if searching for a solution.

The ballroom was enormous and needed a lot of attention, yet most of the servants had been reassigned elsewhere.

She could already guess what had happened.

The second prince, Obinna, had personally come and conveniently discharged a large number of servants, sending them off to handle tasks that were far less important than preparing the hall.

The housekeeper, despite being in charge, couldn’t protest.

After all, orders from a prince weren’t something he could defy.

Nnenna’s jaw clenched.

They were doing this on purpose.

Still, the housekeeper wasn’t about to let them win.

After a moment of deep thought, he straightened his back, his face hardening with resolve.

He would find a way to get the job done with the few hands he had, without dragging Nnenna into it.

From the sidelines, Nnenna watched him.

She knew he wouldn’t call her, wouldn’t ask her to step in, but that wasn’t the point.

What kind of friend would she be if she just stood back while he struggled?

A true friend wouldn’t wait for an invitation.

With a small shake of her head, she decided to step forward.

Some things were simply worth doing.

Nnenna stood up from her chair, casually popping a pastry into her mouth before striding toward the housekeeper.

Her movements were graceful, effortless, yet filled with purpose.

“Grandpa Housekeeper, where do I help?” she asked, her voice laced with enthusiasm.

The housekeeper turned to her immediately, shaking his head.

“No, Princess!

Go back and sit down.

We have everything under control.” Nnenna tilted her head slightly, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“I know, but just sitting there eating pastries while watching you work twice as hard as you should, it just feels wrong.

I want to help.” The housekeeper sighed, his voice turning gentle.

“No, my dear.

Are the pastries not to your liking?

I made sure to add your favorites.

Just sit down and enjoy them.

We’ll be done here very soon.” But the girl was stubborn.

“No, Grandpa Housekeeper.

I have to help.” She took a deep breath before continuing, her voice sincere.

“It’s my birthday.

You don’t have enough people here, and I don’t want them working twice as hard just because of that.

It’s not fair to them.” A hush fell over the room.

The servants who overheard her words exchanged glances, some of them visibly surprised.

Respect flickered in their eyes, respect that wasn’t there before.

Even some who had looked down on her before now saw her in a different light.

For the first time in a long time, the invisible princess was starting to be noticed for something good.

At the side, Ebere smirked mockingly, watching with cold amusement.

A servant will always be a servant.

Nnenna had actually offered to help like a commoner instead of sitting back and acting like a royal.

It didn’t matter how much work needed to be done, a true princess wouldn’t lift a finger.

But then again, Nnenna wasn’t a real princess, was she?

Ebere chuckled to herself, her eyes gleaming with ridicule.

She can’t even pretend to be one of us.

But Nnenna didn’t care.

“Grandpa Housekeeper, if you don’t give me something to do, I’ll find something myself!” she declared, stamping her foot stubbornly.

A few servants nearby stifled smiles.

Her determination was almost childlike, a stark contrast to the suffocating arrogance they were used to from the royal family.

The old housekeeper sighed, already knowing he couldn’t win against her persistence.

“Fine, fine,” he relented, shaking his head with a small smile.

“How about this?

Tie some ribbons together and write a few notes on these papers.

I remember that your handwriting is quite beautiful.” He gave her the easiest task.

But instead of feeling insulted, Nnenna grinned and took it eagerly.

From the side, Ebere’s smirk faltered.

Nnenna knew that the housekeeper had given her the easiest task.

But she didn’t push her luck, not when he had already been reluctant to involve her at all.

She sat down, surrounded by piles of ribbons, stacks of paper, and a handful of markers.

A task like this would take at least five people to complete within the given time.

But she didn’t complain.

She didn’t say a word.

She simply focused on her work, ignoring the mocking glances, the hushed whispers, and most of all, her sister’s gloating expression.

On the other side of the hall, Ebere felt like high fiving herself.

It worked.

This was exactly what they wanted, to remind Nnenna of her place.

After all these years of raising her, feeding her, clothing her, they were finally getting their payment.

‘She should be earning her keep,’ Ebere thought smugly.

But just as she was about to bask in her victory, something felt off.

The way some servants were looking at her…

Before, they had always held her in high regard.

They used to watch her with reverence, admiration.

But now…

that reverence had shifted.

Disdain.

The same servants who once respected her were now eyeing her with something else entirely.

And what was even stranger?

When they looked at Nnenna, the reverence returned.

Ebere’s smile faltered.

Her fingers clenched around the armrest of her chair.

She couldn’t understand what was happening.

So she stopped trying.

Ebere barely spared the servants another glance.

What did their opinions matter?

Their thoughts were worthless to her.

Nothing.

So, she focused on her phone, nibbling on the pastries in front of her, completely unbothered.

Hours passed.

Nnenna’s hands ached.

Her fingers were stiff, her wrists sore.

But when she glanced around and saw that everyone else was still working, tired, yet pushing through, she chose to continue.

And that was when she noticed it.

Some of the servants, especially those who were exhausted, would steal glances at her before returning to work, their determination renewed.

It was almost as if she had become their motivation.

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