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

Chapter 621: You Killed Him, Didn’t You?

Murmurs rose again, hushed and uneasy. Somto had not come with them.

And at the center of it all sat Nnenna, upright in her chair, her expression unreadable as she met their stares head on.

Obinna broke the silence. He straightened his shoulders and moved forward, it fell on him to greet them, since Somto... hadn’t come.

"Welcome to Lionara, Prince Carl, Prince Arthur, Dr. Darius." His voice was steady, respectful.

The three gave him brief nods, acknowledgment without ceremony.

Then his eyes found Nnenna.

A soft smile touched his face, not betraying his surprise at sight of the wheelchair. "Welcome home, Nnenna. We missed you."

Her chest pinched. For a second, she froze. But then she remembered, Obinna had already begun treating her differently before she left for Lionara. Kinder. Gentler. She never understood why.

Still, respect deserved respect. She dipped her head slightly. "It’s good to be home."

"Welcome back!" Ebere stepped forward and bent down to wrap her in a hug, warmth cutting through the heavy air.

and gave her shoulder a light pat. Playful as always, but

voice slipping out before she could stop it. "I missed you

in sharply, her tone almost rude. Her eyes narrowed on Nnenna, the

inside first," he said gently, though the tightness in his jaw betrayed

spoken, Queen Chioma lowered her

spreading. He quickly dismissed the remaining members

heavily on them, Somto’s closest

Somto had promised him he would help guide the kingdom, even from afar.

at the family daily. Still, it wasn’t the first time. Sometimes, Somto disappeared for years. Yet one

Arthur, Carl, and Darius into the dining hall, insisting they must be hungry after the long journey. But when they arrived, no one took their seats. The food

as if drawing strength from them. She had braced herself for this moment, but as silence wrapped around the room, her throat closed.

Minutes stretched.

her shoulder and stepped forward. "I’ll say it," he murmured, taking the weight from her

the dinning

the faint clink of cutlery had been muted, as if the family themselves knew what was coming. Carl drew in a breath, his

deliberately leaving out the parts no one outside their circle should know. "He was one of the most loyal people I’ve ever met. He fought when others

The words fell heavy.

to the table. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles pale, though his face remained unreadable. The discipline in him wouldn’t allow his grief to show, not here,