They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System-Chapter 80 - Let’s all do chores
Chapter 80: Let’s all do chores
Chapter 80: Let’s all do chores
She was done with the desperate need for approval.
Her time in the hospital had changed her deeply.
She had made a promise to herself, no more treating people who didn’t deserve it like friends.
No more offering kind smiles to those who mocked her behind her back.
No more behaving as though she didn’t belong in the family when the Achebe name was as much hers as theirs.
If anyone dared to say she didn’t belong, they could strip her of her last name, but until then, she was a princess.
And if she was a princess, then she would be treated as one.
She had no intention of letting anyone turn her into their emotional punching bag or housemaid ever again.
Her decision was final.
From this moment on, Nnenna was determined to demand the respect she was owed.
If they wouldn’t give it willingly, she would command it.
Lying in bed, a small, determined smile played on her lips.
It was a new dawn, and for the first time in her life, she wasn’t afraid to live it on her own terms.
By 7:00 a.m., breakfast was served, but Nnenna stayed in her room.
She purposely delayed her arrival, waiting for 30 minutes before strolling out leisurely, freshly bathed and dressed.
When she finally entered the dining room, her aura was commanding, just like the night before.
“Good morning, everyone,” she said smoothly, her tone calm and composed.
“Sorry I’m late.
I had something to attend to,” she added, though there wasn’t a hint of apology in her voice or demeanor.
Queen Mother “…”
King Ikechukwu “…”
Queen Chioma “…”
Obinna “…”
Abuchi “…”
Ebere “…”
Chidera “…”
Abuchi scoffed loudly.
“Yeah, right,” he muttered under his breath, his scorn unmistakable.
“You didn’t show up to help me either,” Ebere spat, shooting her a venomous glare before turning her attention back to her plate.
Despite her frustration, Ebere decided food was more important than wasting energy on Nnenna.
Perhaps they might have believed Nnenna’s excuse the day before, but now, they were convinced she was doing this on purpose, intentionally coming late, refusing to help, and keeping them waiting.
But this time, they hadn’t waited for her.
By 7:10, they had already started eating, too hungry to care about formalities.
The previous night had been miserable enough.
Everyone had gone to bed with half empty stomachs, unable to request additional food because the servants had retired for the night.
This morning, desperate to avoid another fiasco, the family rushed down to the dining hall by 6:30 a.m.
When breakfast was served promptly at 7:00 a.m., they began eating 10 minutes later, realizing that Nnenna wasn’t coming on time, again.
Even King Ikechukwu, who typically enforced strict dining etiquette, said nothing.
Hunger had taken priority over his authority.
He ate quietly, sparing no thought for Nnenna’s delayed entrance.
But as Nnenna took her seat, her calm and unaffected demeanor gnawed at their nerves.
She sat with the grace of a queen, seemingly unfazed by the tension in the air.
Picking up her cutlery, she began to eat with unhurried elegance, leaving the rest of the family to simmer silently in their irritation.
Nnenna, unbothered, picked her favorite dishes, and continued eating happily.
Food was as essential as water, she mused with a small smile.
When the family was finally full and their hunger satisfied, they now had the energy to pick a fight with her.
Queen Chioma was the first to strike.
She had already received a report from her personal maid about Nnenna’s unusual behavior that morning.
“I’ve been informed that you refused to do any chores today and didn’t leave your room until 7:30,” she said sharply, her tone laced with suspicion.
Silence
Queen Chioma “…”
She stared at the girl, trying to understand where this newfound audacity had come from.
Nnenna’s refusal to bend over backward for the household anymore was starting to grate on her nerves.
“Nnenna!” Queen Chioma called more firmly, her eyes narrowing.
“I heard you did not assist with any chores this morning.
Why is that?”
The room grew tense, all eyes now on Nnenna as the queen’s question echoed this time.
Nnenna slowly set down her cutlery, dabbing her mouth with a napkin before meeting Queen Chioma’s gaze head on.
There was no hesitation, no fear in her expression, just a calm, steady resolve that made everyone pause.
“Oh,” Nnenna said casually, as if she had just remembered something.
“I didn’t realize we were all supposed to help with the chores.
If I had known, I would have come out earlier.
Why didn’t you mention it during dinner last night?”
The entire room “…”
Queen Chioma’s brows furrowed, taken aback by the girl’s calm response.
“We?
What do you mean by we?” she asked, her voice sharper.
“I mean you all sitting here with me,” Nnenna clarified with a small, innocent smile.
Setting down her spoon carefully, she tilted her head and continued, “Mommy, all of you only came downstairs between 6:30 and 7:00 for breakfast, which is the time we, as royals and masters of the house, are supposed to come down anyway.
So, I figured it was fine if I slept in a bit.
That’s why I didn’t come out.”
Her tone was polite but carried a subtle edge, as though she was pointing out an obvious fact.
“The chores are for the servants, aren’t they?” she added, her gaze now scanning the room.
“In the past, I helped out because I wanted to be proactive.
But, after spending eight months in the hospital, I’m not exactly in a helping mood right now.
And, really, it’s not my job, it’s theirs.
That’s why they’re hired, isn’t it, Grandpa Housekeeper?”
She turned to the housekeeper, who was supervising the servants as they cleared the table.
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He blinked in surprise, momentarily caught off guard by her direct question.
“Well… yes, Princess,” he finally said, straightening his posture.
“The chores are the responsibility of the staff.”
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