They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 18: Visiting Our Sister 1

The King froze mid thought, his eyes widening in concern. He immediately turned to his wife, panic lacing his voice. "Ebere's in the hospital? Why didn't anyone tell me? What happened to her?"

Caught off guard, Queen Chioma shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her hands clasping the edges of her gown. "Ebere isn't in the hospital... He's talking about Nnenna."

A flicker of guilt flashed across King Ikechukwu's face, a momentary lapse that didn't escape Somto's sharp gaze. However, the first prince chose to remain silent, letting the middle aged man process the revelation.

"Nnenna's in the hospital?" King Ikechukwu's voice was noticeably weaker now, the words weighed down with something unsaid.

"Yes, Dad," Somto confirmed, his tone steady but unyielding. "She was in a coma for four months. From what I've heard, she just woke up a few days ago."

The weight of guilt grew heavier on the King's shoulders as his thoughts drifted. Memories of a woman long gone but never forgotten surfaced unbidden, Nnenna had always reminded him of her.

After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice laced with a resolve that hadn't been there moments ago. "Alright, we should visit her... the whole family. She's one of us, after all."

He trailed off, lost in thought for a moment, before adding, "This evening. Yes, this evening will be good."

Somto gave a slight nod and excused himself. His purpose in bringing up Nnenna was clear, to encourage the family to show her the love and care they had long denied. After all, who wouldn't want a visit from their family?

didn't know was that the last thing Nnenna wanted was a visit from her so called "family." In her past life, it might have been her greatest wish, but after everything she had endured, the idea now felt

time wisely, Somto made his way to check in on his siblings. It was something he made a habit of whenever he returned home, despite their

opening it. "Obinna?" he called out, his

steady gaze. His desk was cluttered with papers, sketches, and scribbles, evidence of his relentless but fruitless attempts to create a business plan worth

he asked, his voice tinged with both surprise and weariness. He quickly closed his notebook, but not before

scrawls, and a

network had already informed him of the situation, Obinna, despite his reputation for being a business prodigy, had always leaned

with relief, though he didn't voice it

hand, couldn't help but feel a mix of disappointment and pity. His brother

him, as the absence of Nnenna's input had thrown him

hell, keep going." Somto silently hoped Obinna would find a way to pull through

he would emerge stronger and more independent. The question was whether Obinna could persevere long enough

you doing?" Somto asked casually, pretending he hadn't noticed the scribbles on the desk

gave a slight shrug. "I'm working on my

an eyebrow. "And how's

but his tone betrayed a lack of confidence. "Lots of ideas in my