Chapter 623: You Hate Her That Much?

"That’s confidential," Arthur cut in firmly, his eyes narrowing in warning. "But Carl’s right. He died doing what he loves." He glanced at the door, quiet but sure. "And Nnenna can attest to that."

Carl nodded once. "Yes. She was there."

The family looked at each other, uncertainty cracking into belief. Ebere’s hand trembled at her side, her lips pressing tight.

Abuchi ran a hand over his face, trying to process it all. Obinna leaned back, finally nodding slowly, as though convincing himself.

"If Nnenna can attest to this..." Obinna murmured, "...then it must be true."

The others followed, their expressions softening into reluctant acceptance.

Only Queen Chioma and Chidera remained rigid, their silence heavy with refusal. Their eyes spoke what their mouths did not: they didn’t believe a word of it. But seeing the others accept, they had no more ground to stand on, for now.

"That’s it then. Tomorrow evening," Carl said. The rest nodded, the decision sealed.

But Abuchi shifted uneasily in his seat. His lips parted, hesitated, then parted again.

Finally, he leaned forward. "If you don’t mind me asking..." His voice trailed, but before anyone could grant permission, he pressed on, his expression tightening. "No, I want to know. She’s my sister too. What happened to her legs?"

fell heavy in

door with quiet concern. She had wanted to know too, but hadn’t found the courage to ask. Now that the question was out, the rest of the family turned

a moment, jaw tightening. His gaze dropped, then he spoke, voice low

trying to


in his tone was impossible to miss. For him,

to protect Nnenna, not the other way around. Saying it aloud carved deeper into

narrowed slightly, his thoughts turning inward. So that’s what happened. He didn’t say it, but the puzzle pieces

prince of one of the most prosperous kingdoms in the world. What danger could possibly exist that forced Nnenna, their sister, to risk everything

could break the silence, Queen Chioma scoffed. Her lips curled into something close to a smile, though it carried no warmth. "Good for her," she said flatly. Then, without shame

of eyes turned toward her

The air turned cold.

cut through the air, low and cold. It carried no effort, yet the weight of

by grief and anger

harsher. "That girl is the reason everything has gone wrong in this castle. Be careful, Prince

lies had

in the world if she stayed close to me," he said without hesitation. "Bad luck?" His tone turned sharp with scorn.

The room stilled.


or question why he used words like happiest man in the world. To him, there

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