But then he hesitated.
His mission echoed in his mind.
If he spoke up for her now, if he showed his hand too soon, it might jeopardize the bigger picture.
So, he did what he had always done for the past ten years, he turned away and walked off, burying his thoughts beneath layers of restraint.
The moment he was gone, every pretense shattered.
Ebere scoffed, stepping closer, her voice low and sharp.
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" she accused, her eyes burning with frustration as she stared at Nnenna.
Nnenna barely flinched as Obinna lashed out, his words dripping with jealousy and frustration.
"All these past weeks, you said you did not need training," he spat, his eyes dark with resentment. "Or were you secretly training all along? I don't know how you did it, but you are really despicable."
