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 imdiately turned to his wife, panic lacing his voice. "Ebere's in the hospital? Why didn't anyone tell ? 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 montary 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 sothing unsaid.

"Yes, Dad," Somto confird, 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. mories 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 monts ago. "Alright, we should visit her... the whole family. She's one of us, after all."

He trailed off, lost in thought for a mont, 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?

But what he 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 like a cruel joke.

Deciding to use his ti wisely, Somto made his way to check in on his siblings. It was sothing he made a habit of whenever he returned ho, despite their differing paths in life.

Stopping at his second brother's door, he knocked softly before opening it. "Obinna?" he called out, his deep voice carrying through the room.

Obinna looked up, his tired eyes eting Somto's steady gaze. His desk was cluttered with papers, sketches, and scribbles, evidence of his relentless but fruitless attempts to create a business plan worth presenting to investors.

"Somto? You're back?" he asked, his voice tinged with both surprise and weariness. He quickly closed his notebook, but not before Somto caught a glimpse of its contents.

Somto's sharp eyes took in the chaotic scrawls, and a faint flicker of understanding crossed his face. He wasn't surprised.

His network had already inford him of the situation, Obinna, despite his reputation for being a business prodigy, had always leaned heavily on Nnenna for groundbreaking ideas.

'Fortunately, Nnenna is awake now,' Obinna thought with relief, though he didn't voice it aloud.

Somto, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel a mix of disappointnt and pity. His brother was undeniably brilliant, so why rely so heavily on soone else just to uphold a reputation?

The past four months had clearly been grueling for him, as the absence of Nnenna's input had thrown him into a spiral of creative stagnation.

But as the saying goes, "If you're going through hell, keep going." Somto silently hoped Obinna would find a way to pull through this phase.

If he managed to overco it, he would erge stronger and more independent. The question was whether Obinna could persevere long enough to reach that point.

"How are you doing?" Somto asked casually, pretending he hadn't noticed the scribbles on the desk or the hesitation in his brother's deanor.

Obinna gave a slight shrug. "I'm working on my business plans," he replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

Somto raised an eyebrow. "And how's that going?"

"Oh, it's... going well. Very well, in fact!" Obinna answered quickly, but his tone betrayed a lack of confidence. "Lots of ideas in my head."

Somto nodded slowly, not calling him out on the obvious uncertainty in his voice. "Good to hear," he said simply, before adding, "I actually ca to tell you that we're going to visit Nnenna this evening."

Obinna froze for a mont, his pen halting mid scribble.

"What?" Obinna stared at Somto, disbelief written all over his face. "You actually want to make ti to visit that girl? No way! I don't have ti for that, and honestly, I don't think you should go either."

The mory of his last visit to Nnenna suddenly replayed in his mind. It was a day he would rather forget. Sohow, he had ended up doing sothing he still couldn't believe, he had apologized to her. Yes, apologized!

And for what? He wasn't guilty of anything. At least, that's what he kept telling himself. The mont he returned ho that day, he had sworn never to go back.

To him, Nnenna must have done sothing, manipulated him sohow, to make him feel that way, to twist his emotions until he felt guilty for nothing.

Somto's expression darkened, his calm deanor turning ice cold. "I wasn't asking for your opinion," he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argunt. "I already told Father. All of us are going this evening. Whether you like it or not. So, make sure you prepare."

"I don't want to go! You can't force !" Obinna's voice rose, his frustration boiling over as he glared at his brother. He had montarily forgotten who he was talking to.

Somto wasn't always around, and over ti, the fear and respect Obinna once held for him had started to fade. Somto's long absences had given him the false confidence to push back.

Somto's sharp eyes narrowed as he silently observed his second brother. He stood there, calm yet intimidating, his presence suffocating. "Are you questioning my decision now?" His voice was low, but the chill it carried froze Obinna in place.