Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 110

**TITLE: Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale**

**Chapter 110: Seek Justice For You**

A tremor coursed through Russell’s entire being. “Margaery, I’m truly sorry!” he exclaimed, his voice barely above a whisper, laden with an urgency that seemed to hang in the air between them.

Margaery stood frozen, rendered speechless by his outburst.

She studied him closely, her brow furrowing as she thought, *Has he lost his sanity?* “Russell, what are you doing? To you, I’m merely an ordinary sister. Besides, I haven’t placed any blame on you,” she replied, her tone laced with a mix of frustration and disbelief.

Deep down, however, she felt a profound desire to sever all ties with him.

The evening light cast a dim glow in the room, creating an atmosphere thick with tension and unspoken words.

Russell’s gaze drifted upward to meet Margaery’s, who was leaning against the bed, her posture reflecting a weariness that seemed to echo her heart. The faint estrangement in her eyes, coupled with her reference to being an “ordinary sister,” pierced through him like a dagger, leaving him gasping for breath.

“Margaery, I know you’re blaming me,” he managed to choke out, his voice cracking under the weight of his sorrow. “How could you not blame me? We committed such cruel acts against you.”

Silence enveloped Margaery as she reflected on the events of the past year, each memory a bitter reminder of betrayal and hurt.

Last winter, in a moment of misguided loyalty to Tessa, Russell had pushed her into the icy depths of Serene Lake at Inkwell Academy, leaving her to struggle against the cold. Just days ago, he had spread vicious rumors about her, forcing her to apologize to Tessa in a desperate attempt to appease the very person who had wronged her.

The most heart-wrenching of all was the time he had made her stand exposed to the harsh wind and biting snow for an entire day and night, only to lock her away in the woodshed, throwing her into the darkness of the cellar.

Yet, despite these cruel actions, the knowledge that her blood could not merge with Raul’s felt like a balm, overshadowing the pain Russell had inflicted upon her.

She understood the nature of Raul’s sons; they would likely dismiss her suffering as trivial. Perhaps, upon learning that her blood could never unite with Raul’s, they would even justify their treatment of her as a natural consequence.

Margaery couldn’t help but wonder if Russell remained oblivious to the blood test that had determined their fates.

Breaking the silence, she said softly, “Russell, get up. Let’s forget about the apology.”

Tonight, she longed for peace, a chance to rest and escape the turmoil that had consumed her.

Russell’s gaze snapped back to her, his bloodshot eyes brimming with desperation. “Margaery, Tessa… isn’t Father’s biological daughter. She wants to kill us, doesn’t she?” His voice trembled with urgency, as if the weight of his revelation might shatter the fragile silence.

Margaery’s heart raced at his words. “What did you say?” she gasped, her expression a mixture of shock and confusion as she searched his face for clarity.

In her previous life, when she had dared to reveal Tessa’s deceitful schemes, Russell had reacted violently, slapping her and accusing her of being wicked. He had claimed that after struggling for years, she still found ways to malign Tessa.

Never had she anticipated that he would be the one to voice such a revelation now.

Frowning, Margaery felt a swirl of uncertainty. *Where had things gone so wrong?* With such accusations hanging in the air, her escape from the Chancellor’s estate would become increasingly difficult.

Russell continued to fixate on her, his voice hoarse with emotion. “You know Tessa isn’t our parents’ biological child and that she harbors malicious intent, yet you refuse to speak up, don’t you? You’ve betrayed all of us to her.”

His words cut deep, and Margaery found herself at a loss for a response.

Finally, she managed to say, “I don’t know anything, Russell. Don’t place blame on me without reason. Take these words to someone else. What good does it do to share them with me? Tessa is the one you all want to protect.”

Russell felt as if a knife had pierced his heart, the pain unbearable.

*Indeed, what good is it to speak of such things to Margaery?* he thought, feeling the weight of despair settle heavily upon him.

“You’re right,” he croaked, determination flickering in his eyes. “I should tell Father and Joshua about this.” He stood abruptly, his resolve hardening. “Margaery, I will seek justice for you.”

“No need,” she replied firmly, shaking her head.

It was almost comical that the perpetrator thought he could seek justice for the victim. If she were to trust him again, she would be a fool.

Even if justice were to be pursued, it should be her own endeavor.

Yet, she was weary of the past and longed to leave it behind, to forge a new path away from these people who had caused her so much pain.

“Tessa mentioned that, coming from the countryside, she hasn’t had much exposure to art and wishes to learn from us. I assured her that I would teach her when I have the time. If you’re busy, perhaps she could copy some of your paintings.”

“After all these years apart, she feels less connected to you than Margaery and yearns to learn to paint like you. She wants to cultivate something of her own that mirrors you, so she can feel more at ease in her own skin.”

Raul listened intently, a sigh escaping his lips. “If she wishes to learn, let her. But regarding tomorrow…”

He hesitated, the weight of the upcoming event pressing heavily upon him.

It was crucial that everything went smoothly; the dynamics between Tessa and Dominic remained uncertain, and Tessa’s current pregnancy added a layer of complexity that could not be ignored.

This situation could not be allowed to escalate further, lest it lead to disaster.

Moreover, it was imperative that this matter remained confidential. With that, Raul shifted the conversation. “Joshua, I have a task for Avery. Send a letter to Pinewoods.”

“Have him return discreetly for a short while and leave once his business is done. He’ll be home for no more than three days; it won’t embarrass him.”

“Understood,” Joshua replied, nodding.

Just as he was about to inquire about the specifics of the task, hurried footsteps echoed outside the door. The door swung open with a loud bang, and Russell burst into the room, breathless and frantic. “Father, Joshua, I have something important to tell you.”

“Tessa is not related to us by blood. She’s an impostor. She came here to destroy our family!”

A heavy silence enveloped the study, the gravity of his words hanging in the air.

Raul and Joshua exchanged incredulous glances, caught off guard by Russell’s declaration, especially since the blood test had just confirmed Tessa as Raul’s biological child while Margaery was not.

Raul’s initial shock quickly morphed into disbelief. “Russell, what nonsense are you spouting? Tessa is my own flesh and blood, your biological sister. Where on earth did you hear such rubbish?”

“This isn’t rubbish,” Russell insisted, his voice rising with fervor. “She harbors malicious intent, feigning innocence, and manipulating us into bullying Margaery—all to tear our family apart.”

With his eyes ablaze with emotion, Russell continued, “Father, Joshua, we’ve all been deceived by her.”