"What kind of behavior is that?" she demanded, her tone cold and cutting.
For a few moments, the entire room was silent.
All eyes were on Nnenna, watching, waiting, expecting her to break down, to cry, to show something that proved the revelation had wounded her.
But all they saw was… mild annoyance.
Nothing dramatic. No tears. No anger. Just an expression that said she was more irritated than shattered.
That wasn't what they expected.
King Ikechukwu cleared his throat and finally spoke.
"If we hadn't addressed this immediately, it would have worked against you," he explained, his voice firm.
"That's why we held this meeting, to control the situation before it spiraled further. Since you were not around, we decided to handle it ourselves. It was the right thing to do."
Nnenna knew there was truth in his words, so she didn't argue. Instead, she simply asked, "What's your decision then, Father?"
