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Chapter 87 - 87 Entitlement Mentality

Chapter 87: Entitlement Mentality Chapter 87: Entitlement Mentality “Miss, your breakfast,” the servant said softly, setting down the tray beside her.

“Thank you,” she murmured, barely glancing up before diving back into a particularly challenging page.

She didn’t touch the food right away.

For Nnenna, every word she read felt like a step closer to freedom.

Her fingers flipped through pages as she thought, ‘If I work hard enough, no one can hold me back.’ The hours flew by, her focus unbroken.

While others downstairs went about their day with idle chatter, Nnenna stayed determined.

If there was one thing she knew, it was this, knowledge would be her key to breaking free from everything that tried to trap her.

Since she had spent most of the previous day working, Nnenna decided to focus entirely on her studies today.

She was determined to make up for the time she had missed, so she doubled down, aiming to complete her study quota for both the previous and current day.

The result?

She spent almost the entire day in her room, completely absorbed in her books.

Upstairs, the rest of the royal family was thrilled by her absence.

They didn’t have to see her face, hear her voice, or deal with her sharp comebacks.

For them, it was a win win situation.

“She’s not joining the servants, but at least she’s staying out of our way,” Queen Chioma said with a relieved sigh during tea time.

Ebere smirked, popping a grape into her mouth.

“Exactly.

As long as she’s holed up in that room, we don’t have to deal with her ruining anything.” The household basked in their temporary peace.

No delayed meals, no dramatic confrontations, and no disruptions to the ball preparations.

It was almost too good to be true.

But Nnenna, below the stairs, wasn’t thinking about them at all.

With her pen scratching against paper and her mind racing to absorb every detail, she was fully in her element.

If her absence brought them peace, it was a small price to pay for what she was trying to achieve.

In her room, Nnenna barely cared about anything outside her books.

Each time someone brought her a meal, be it breakfast, snacks, lunch, or dinner, she simply thanked them with a polite nod and told them to pass her gratitude to the housekeeper.

Her focus remained unshaken as she poured over her notes and study materials, determined to make the most of her time.

But despite her relentless dedication, the quiet moments between study sessions brought a pang of loneliness.

It had been two days since she last saw Ikenna and Nurse Courage, and she was already missing their company and encouragement.

They were her sanctuary, her escape from the tense household dynamics.

Her thoughts wandered briefly to Ikenna.

He had promised her a phone, a lifeline to stay connected, but he hadn’t followed through.

It wasn’t because he lacked the money, she knew that much.

No, it had to be something else, but what?

Was it deliberate?

Or was he too busy?

She didn’t know, and the uncertainty gnawed at her.

Shaking her head, she forced herself to snap out of it.

These thoughts were distractions she couldn’t afford.

The future was still uncertain, and no amount of dwelling on what could or couldn’t be would help her now.

Her gaze fell back to her books.

‘One day, I’ll be free.

Completely free.’ That was her promise to herself.

For now, though, she would focus on what was within her control, studying, preparing, and building the foundation for the life she wanted.

With that resolve burning brightly, she picked up her pen and dove back into her work.

The next day, Nnenna allowed herself to relax just a little.

Things had been peaceful for once.

No drama, no unnecessary confrontations.

The quiet was almost luxurious.

She couldn’t help but feel relieved that no one had come to stir up trouble, not that she had given them the chance, having stayed in her room all day the day before.

As she basked in this rare moment of calm, a sharp knock sounded at her door.

She froze for a moment, unsure whether to respond.

‘Probably the housekeeper or one of the servants,’ she thought.

But then, the knock came again, this time more insistent.

This wasn’t how the housekeeper usually knocked.

It wasn’t even the friendly rapping of her allies among the servants.

Suspicious, she decided to ignore it, hoping whoever it was would just leave.

But the knocking persisted, louder and more demanding now, interrupting her fragile peace.

Sighing in irritation, she stood and opened the door.

Standing before her was her second brother, Obinna.

“Are you busy?” he asked curtly, not even waiting for a reply before shoving a laptop into her hands.

“Turn it on,” he ordered briskly.

“The password is the usual.

Open the folder labeled Business, the same one we always use.

There’s a file in there, check it, sort it, and handle whatever you find.

Do it quickly; I don’t have much time.” Before she could get a word in edgewise, Obinna spun on his heels and walked away, throwing a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure no one else had seen him.

Nnenna “…” Nnenna blinked, stunned by the whirlwind of events that had just unfolded.

‘Was he serious?’ she thought, both amused and incredulous.

Nnenna stared at the laptop in her hands, a mixture of annoyance and curiosity swirling inside her now.

‘He didn’t even ask properly,’ she thought.

‘Always demanding things like I am supposed to work for him.’ She barely had time to process all her thoughts before she called out, “Second brother!” Obinna, who was already halfway down the hallway, paused and turned back, his expression a mix of irritation and confusion.

‘Why did she stop me?’ he seemed to wonder.

Instead of letting him walk away unnoticed, she had drawn attention to him.

‘Has she forgotten how we usually do things?’ He quickly glanced around, spotting a servant turning the corner.

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