They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System-Chapter 74 - Ranting like a Fool

How could a girl with no royal blood be called a princess?

“Tch.

Look at her walking in like she owns the place,” a servant muttered under her breath.

“Well, at least now she’s back.

Our work free days are back!” another whispered.

Nnenna heard every word, but she still didn’t flinch.

She had learned long ago that reacting only gave them more power.

Instead, she ignored them, clenched her jaw, and gripped the cold knob of her door.

Just then, the housekeeper walked in, adjusting his coat after putting away the things he had forgotten to pack earlier.

“Nnenna, are you hungry?” he asked gently.

She shook her head, not trusting herself to speak.

“I’ll bring you something anyway,” he said with a small smile, relieved that she seemed unaffected by the whispers floating through the halls.

He wasn’t sure if she was ignoring them or if she had truly grown stronger, but he hoped it was the latter.

As soon as he left, Nnenna stepped inside her room

And stopped cold.

The place was a disaster.

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Her books were ripped apart, their torn pages scattered across the floor like dead leaves.

Her mattress had been flipped over, her sheets missing.

Her few clothes had been dumped carelessly, some stained with ink while others were just gone.

Her heart hardened.

The Achebe siblings had been busy.

Taking a slow breath, she walked inside, picked up her bag, and began silently cleaning the mess.

There was no use crying over it.

Anything that couldn’t be saved, she tossed aside.

She had expected this.

But what they didn’t know was that the girl they had bullied before no longer existed.

It took Nnenna an hour to clean up the disaster they had left for her.

Without a word, she picked up the shredded books, overturned furniture, and piles of trash, clearing everything piece by piece.

Several servants had gathered to watch, smirking and whispering among themselves.

“She’s finally seeing her place,” one chuckled.

“I was hoping she would at least cry,” another sighed in disappointment.

After all, they were the ones who had trashed her room, a task given to them by Princess Ebere, a task they had taken great pleasure in.

Yet, to their frustration, Nnenna did not react.

No anger.

No sadness.

No pleading for help.

She silently carried bag after bag of broken belongings and garbage out into the hall, her face completely unreadable.

Thirty minutes passed, and the servants grew restless.

“This isn’t fun anymore,” one muttered, crossing her arms.

“She’s just ignoring us.”

One by one, they lost interest and left, their hopes of seeing her break down shattered.

But Ebere remained.

Unlike the others, she wasn’t bored.

She was furious.

The more she watched Nnenna act like nothing had happened, the more she felt her own sanity slipping.

“How can she just take this?

How can she not react?”

Her fingers clenched into fists.

Enough was enough.

Ebere stepped out of the shadows, ready to confront her.

Ebere strode forward, her face carefully arranged into a mask of warmth and surprise.

“Sister!

I just heard that you were back!” she said, her voice dripping with sweetness.

“Welcome home.”

She opened her arms, stepping in for a hug.

But Nnenna took a step back.

Her expression was calm but cautious, her sharp eyes watching Ebere like she could see right through her.

“I’ve been back for almost an hour now,” Nnenna said, tilting her head slightly.

“And you’re only just hearing about it?

It looks like you don’t have as much influence as you thought… Sister.”

The mocking emphasis on the last word sent a flicker of annoyance through Ebere’s eyes, but she quickly masked it with a soft chuckle.

Of course, she wanted to lash out.

To tear Nnenna’s confidence apart.

But she couldn’t ruin her perfect image.

Not yet.

So instead, she smiled sweetly.

“It’s the servants’ fault for not informing me sooner,” she said lightly.

“I’ll make sure they’re punished later.”

Then, her tone shifted, her voice dipping into something almost amused.

“Your comebacks are getting bolder, sister,” she said, watching Nnenna closely, searching for any reaction, anger, fear, discomfort.

Anything that would satisfy her.

But Nnenna was still busy.

Expression unreadable.

Not giving her even a sliver of satisfaction.

Nnenna continued dragging out bags of garbage and straightening up her room, completely ignoring Ebere’s presence.

She didn’t even spare her a glance, as if she were nothing more than air.

Ebere’s smug expression twitched.

She had expected some kind of reaction, a frown, anger, maybe even tears, but instead, she was being treated like she didn’t exist.

The servants nearby had begun exchanging glances, whispering among themselves, and Ebere could feel their eyes on her, questioning why she was still standing there like a fool.

Unwilling to lose face, she quickly composed herself and forced a smile.

“Sister, I have some work to finish,” she said, pretending to be in a rush.

“But I’m really glad you’re back.

Mom and Dad even arranged a special dinner in your honor!

I hope you’ll attend.”

Her voice was sweet, but everyone knew the truth, Nnenna wasn’t allowed at the dining table.

She always received her meals separately, either eating alone in her room or with the servants in the kitchen.

Ebere’s invitation was nothing but a cruel taunt.

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