Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 149

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

Now, the most suitable choice was undoubtedly Prince Dashnell.

However, it was clear that Dashnell was deeply offended, harboring no desire to win the favor of the Chancellor’s estate. His gaze was fixated on Margaery, a fact that did not escape Raul’s notice.

As Raul mulled over the situation, a tremor ran through his pupils. The entanglements with the Hadley family had become tiresome and fraught with resentment. He turned to Seamus, his voice steady yet resolute, “Given the circumstances, our families shall no longer be intertwined from this day forth.”

With that declaration, he cast a glance at Joshua and commanded, “Let’s go!”

Father and son stumbled out through the doorway, the weight of their decision hanging heavily in the air.

Tessa, feeling a knot of unease in her stomach, walked slowly, her mind racing with the events that had unfolded that day. The destruction wrought upon the Chancellor’s estate and the Hadley family’s reputation was catastrophic, and she felt as if she had been irrevocably tarnished in the process.

If only that final encounter with the beggar had never happened, she thought bitterly. Perhaps she could have returned to the Chancellor’s estate, resuming her life as it had been before the chaos.

But now? A cloud of uncertainty loomed over her.

Raul, noticing her hesitation, erupted in anger. “Why are you still standing there! How utterly disgraceful!”

The sharpness of his voice startled Tessa, and tears began to stream down her cheeks. “Father…” she managed to whisper, her voice breaking.

Raul’s fury simmered beneath the surface as he shot her a fierce glare. He stepped outside and climbed into the carriage, his tone heavy with authority. “Get in. I need to ask you something.”

Despite her worry, Tessa felt a flicker of relief. After all, Raul had been furious today yet had still shielded her from Dashnell’s wrath. Gathering her courage, she climbed into the carriage, her eyes darting nervously as she began to sow discord against Margaery.

“Father, your injury must be excruciating, right? It’s all because of my failures that others feel they can bully you…”

Raul cast a glance at her tear-streaked face, feeling a mix of frustration and sympathy. “From now on, you must dress more appropriately. Parading around as if you’re trying to sell yourself is both disgraceful and embarrassing!”

He had never thought much about Tessa’s attire before, but today’s mockery had pierced his pride.

In that moment, Raul realized that Tessa possessed a certain allure, a quality that seemed to draw men in, even when she was at her most vulnerable. Her tears, unlike those of others, held a different kind of beauty, a poignant sadness that struck him deeply.

At that thought, resentment towards Margaery surged within him. “The company you keep shapes who you are! Those who know you might think you were raised by a midwife; those who don’t may believe you were brought up in a brothel!”

Tessa fell silent, the truth of his words sinking in.

The woman who had raised her was indeed a brothel worker.

Fresh tears welled in her eyes, genuine and unrestrained. She looked up at Raul, her voice trembling. “Father, I realize my mistakes. From now on, while I am by your side, I will study hard, learn to read and write, and strive to be a proper lady. I promise I will never bring you shame again…”

She bowed her head, her body shaking as she sobbed.

Raul’s heart softened slightly at her words. “Today, you mentioned that Margaery was with that beggar. What really happened? Who put those words in your mouth?”

If that beggar hadn’t appeared, perhaps they could have avoided this disaster.

A sense of unwillingness gnawed at Raul.

Tessa, sensing the gravity of the moment, took a deep breath. “No one told me to say that. I truly saw it myself.

“That day, as soon as I entered, Dominic pulled me aside. I was terrified and wanted to escape, so I rushed to open the back window, only to see Margaery with that beggar…”

As she recounted the tale, tears streamed down her cheeks like pearls falling from a broken necklace. “Father, I only revealed this to protect you. I feared that if the truth came out, it would implicate you. I never imagined it would only bring more trouble…”

As he spoke, he commanded the carriage to halt. “Go ahead, summon Mark. Take Halle with you, and be cautious on the road.”

He was wary of too many people discovering his injuries.

Then, he disembarked from the carriage and climbed into Joshua’s, instructing Halle to drive while taking Tessa to find Mark.

After parting ways, Tessa turned to Halle, urgency in her voice. “Halle, did you see that beggar?”

That beggar had been cast out by the Hadley family, and she hadn’t laid eyes on him since.

“Dead,” Halle replied, her voice trembling.

Halle shuddered at the memory. “When I saw him, he was stuffed into a burlap sack, only half of his head exposed. Blood was seeping from the sack, and I was so terrified that I couldn’t move. That’s why it took me so long to reach you.”

Tessa’s eyes widened as she processed this grim news. “What exactly happened at the Hadley estate? Both the master and Joshua looked deathly pale…”

Halle’s expression shifted to one of dread. “So, you’re saying that not only did we fail to ruin Lady Margaery today, but she turned the tables and obliterated everything the master had so carefully arranged?”

Panic surged through Tessa. “Oh no, what do we do now?”

The servants and their masters shared both triumph and despair. The downfall of the Chancellor’s estate would spell disaster for all of them.

Noticing Halle beginning to fret over her own future, Tessa seized the moment to extend an olive branch. Tears glimmered in her eyes as she said, “I must forge a new path for my father, but I cannot do it alone. I need your help as well.”

As she spoke, she took Halle’s hand, invoking the same tactic she had used to persuade Halle to assist her with the blood recognition ritual, affectionately calling her “Mother.”

Then, with earnestness, she asked, “Mother, will you help me?”