Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 101

**Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale**
**Chapter 101: Silencing Witnesses**

The midwife’s voice trembled as she recounted her tale, “You see, not long before that fateful day, I had just welcomed my own child into the world. Tragedy struck when the child’s father suffered a terrible accident while journeying to my mother’s village to deliver rice. He lost his life there, leaving me with a heavy heart and an even heavier burden.”

Her eyes glazed over with memories as she continued, “With no other option available to me, I took my newborn and set out on the arduous journey to reclaim his lifeless body and bring him home. It was during this sorrowful trek that I stumbled upon your lady on the road.”

She paused, her voice breaking. “I could see that she was teetering on the brink of death. In that moment, compassion overpowered my grief, and I assisted her in bringing her child into the world. But as soon as the cries of the newborn filled the air, she drew her last breath.”

A shiver ran through her as she recalled the scene. “There was no one else around; I waited, hoping for family to arrive, but no one came. In that moment of despair, dark thoughts began to creep into my mind.”

“I made a choice,” she confessed, her voice quivering with shame. “I switched my own daughter, Margaery, with your daughter, Tessa. My only hope was that Margaery would find a brighter future within the walls of the Chancellor’s estate.”

As the weight of her confession settled in, tears streamed down her face.

Desperately, she crawled closer to Raul, clutching his robe with trembling hands. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear and desperation. “Please, I beg you! This is all my fault. Margaery knows nothing of this deception. For all those years she has called you ‘father,’ please do not let any harm come to her!”

Before entering this room, she had steeled herself for Raul’s wrath, anticipating an explosion of fury.

Yet, to her astonishment, Raul stood there, his fists clenched tightly, his body rigid like a stone statue. His expression was a complex tapestry of emotions—calculating and contemplative. Slowly, his anger began to ebb away. The realization dawned upon him: if Margaery was indeed the midwife’s daughter, then it meant his wife had remained faithful, and he had wronged her. Conversely, if Tessa was his biological daughter, then all his previous claims regarding Margaery enjoying sixteen years of wealth and privilege in Tessa’s stead would hold true, leaving no room for doubt.

This revelation swiftly alleviated the guilt he had felt towards Margaery.

But regardless of the truth of Margaery’s parentage, one fact remained—she had to be recognized as Raul’s daughter.

Had this revelation occurred even half a month earlier, he would have dragged both Margaery and the midwife into the dark recesses of the backyard, unleashing his fury upon them with a brutal beating.

But now, circumstances had shifted dramatically.

Margaery had become the Star of Fortune. Just that very day, the King had issued a stark warning, emphasizing that Clyde must never enter the realm of officialdom again and that, once he recovered from his injuries, he would serve time in the Clan Court’s prison.

Moreover, Margaery was supported by formidable entities—the Hall of Divinity, the Southern Abbey, Craig, and perhaps even Stormshade Hall.

A woman of her stature could never afford to fall out of favor with the Chancellor’s estate.

Thus, it was vital that the knowledge of tonight’s blood test results remained a closely guarded secret. The midwife could not be allowed to live, and Mark and Halle also needed to be dealt with swiftly.

Even if Margaery had indeed taken Tessa’s place and enjoyed a life of luxury while his own daughter suffered, Raul could not lay blame at her feet. Instead, he needed to ensure her loyalty and prevent her from returning to the midwife’s side.

The midwife’s fate was sealed.

With grim determination, Raul lowered his gaze to the midwife and declared, “Regardless of the past, and no matter whose child Margaery truly is, she has grown up within the Chancellor’s estate. She can only be my daughter now.”

A glint of murderous intent flickered in his eyes.

“What?” The midwife’s face paled as a sense of dread enveloped her.

She had been part of a scheme with Tessa and Callum, plotting to have Raul cast Margaery out of the estate, after which Callum would find a way to manipulate Margaery, ensuring that those supporting her would ultimately serve Callum’s interests.

Yet, to her shock, Raul was resolute in keeping Margaery by his side.

Confusion clouded her mind, but Raul wasted no time allowing her to ponder.

He cast a sharp glance at the midwife before turning to the doorway. “Joshua, take her away and deal with her thoroughly. Spread the word that she harbored malicious intent, that she deliberately took Tessa away, and that she abused Tessa, leading to her chronic stomach illness. Her crimes are unforgivable.”

Tessa opened the door, her expression shifting from concern to relief as she saw Halle’s beaming face. “Tell me everything!”

Halle’s chest swelled with pride. “That water was prepared by Mark and me personally. Lord Chancellor trusts us! Lady Margaery’s blood did not fuse, which means she is an impostor. But your blood and the master’s fused perfectly! From this moment on, you are the sole lady of the Chancellor’s estate. I bet Lady Margaery will soon be cast aside, and there will be no one left to rival you!”

Halle’s words danced in the air, intoxicating and sweet, as she reveled in the victory she believed was at hand.

At that moment, she was blissfully unaware of the midwife’s demise, her face glowing with delight as if she could already hear the celebratory firecrackers.

Tessa felt a surge of satisfaction wash over her. She glanced at Halle, her voice smooth and flattering. “You have always been the best to me. Should I attain wealth and honor in the future, half of it will surely belong to you.”

Halle beamed with joy. “Lady Tessa, rest assured. I will return first, so no one grows suspicious.”

With that, she slipped away from Sunbeam Court, her heart light with anticipation.

Tessa rose, moving to the window, inhaling deeply as a sneer curled her lips. “Margaery, you cannot defeat me.”

With her resolve solidified, she turned and returned to her bed, falling into a deep slumber filled with dreams of her newfound power. In her mind, she envisioned a future where she alone would inherit all the glory and wealth of the Chancellor’s estate, and one day, she would send the entire Wallen family to the afterlife.

Outside Gracewind Garden, Amber watched Halle depart, her mind swirling as she returned to the garden in a daze. The image of Joshua dragging a blood-soaked figure out replayed in her mind, sending chills racing down her spine.

“How did it go?” she asked, her voice trembling. Margaery had barely slept as well, having heard the commotion.

At the sound of Amber’s voice, the tension in Amber’s body snapped, and she burst into tears. “My Lady, it’s terrible! Young Master Joshua has killed someone! I was hiding and saw him dragging out a body in a sack. It looked like the midwife!”

“Dead?” Margaery’s surprise was palpable, her mind racing. “How could it have come to this?”