Meanwhile, Nnenna was rushed to the hospital. Olaedo followed close behind, her heels clicking anxiously across the marble floor as Olisa guided them out.
Chibuzor desperately wanted to go with them, anyone could see that in the tense set of his jaw, but he had no choice. The aftermath of the night needed him.
The family needed him. And the press, already circling like hungry sharks, definitely needed handling.
His face stayed composed, the perfect mask of control… but underneath, frustration clawed at him. For some reason, he hated letting Olaedo walk into that ambulance without him.
The night had turned into a whirlwind of chaos and noise. To restore some order, Old Master Arinze stepped forward, his presence enough to silence the remaining tension.
He delivered a final speech, calm yet authoritative, the kind that settled the room even if it didn't erase the unease.
With that, the ball officially came to an end.
