Abel burst into laughter. "Naughty? That is your grand excuse? Come on, Obinna, you have never cared about her. This one has really gotten under your skin, huh?"
"This isn't funny."
"No, it's hilarious." Abel leaned forward, his tone turning serious. "Look, I know you never liked her. That's no secret. But I've seen her, Obinna. I expected a brat, a spoiled troublemaker from how you described her. But she's not. She's sharp. Intelligent. And honestly? She seems nice."
Obinna scoffed. "You don't know her."
"And you do?" Abel countered smoothly. "Tell me, Obinna… do you really know your sister at all?"
"I do, and it's definitely not my sister that you saw." Obinna's voice was firm, almost dismissive. "You know I don't have time for all these things. I've been quite busy these days."
Abel sighed. "I know, I know. Ever since you became the interim king, you've barely had a moment to breathe. But maybe that's exactly why I called," he added with a teasing lilt.
