Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 18

**Chapter 18**

“Exactly.” Dashnell’s admission hung in the air like a chilling fog.

Avery felt an icy grip around his spine, a sensation so profound it seemed to freeze him in place.

He never fathomed that the seemingly innocuous prescription Margaery held could be tied to someone as formidable as Dashnell.

And then it hit him—what exactly had Dashnell just uttered?

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The doctor’s eccentric nature had always been apparent; he was adamant about keeping his prescriptions hidden, even from someone of Dashnell’s stature. No one, not even Dashnell, could bypass the protocol without a personal visit to the Royal Medical Hall.

“So, those prescriptions I took…” Avery’s mind raced, but he dared not let his thoughts wander further into the abyss of implications.

He cast a quick glance at Dashnell, desperation creeping into his voice. “Your Highness, when Margaery handed me these prescriptions, she didn’t mention they were off-limits to others…”

Yet, Dashnell’s gaze remained fixed, unyielding, as he addressed Nolan. “The doctor made it clear that these prescriptions can indeed be submitted to the Royal Medical Hall. However, he has a firm stance against anyone using his apprentice’s position for personal gain; such actions are beneath us.”

“And the royal blood cannot be tainted by the reputation of thuggery,” he added, each word heavy with consequence.

The gravity of his statement cast a palpable shadow over the room, compelling everyone to bow their heads in silent acknowledgment.

Nolan interjected, his voice filled with fervor. “Absolutely right, Your Highness! The King’s paternal affection runs deep—true respect is earned through honor, not by coercion.”

With a deliberate shift, he turned his attention to Avery. “Doctor Wallen, I will be reporting this matter to His Majesty when I deliver the medicine today.”

“Given your lineage as the Lord Chancellor’s son, I trust you will tender your resignation within a month, so as to preserve some semblance of dignity for all involved.”

Avery felt his fists clench tightly at his sides, trembling with rage and humiliation.

The facade of calm he had so carefully constructed shattered completely as he turned to Margaery, his eyes blazing with fury. “Margaery, what do you stand to gain by orchestrating my downfall? You’re part of the Wallen family, and if Father learns of your treachery…”

Finally, Dashnell directed his attention toward him, a glint of disdain in his eyes.

“So, the ‘family reunion circus’ and the demand for Margaery’s blood-payment apology? This isn’t just surface-level muck—the Wallen family is a bottomless pit of bloodshed. Deeper than the very depths of hell,” he remarked, his tone devoid of any emotion, yet it sent a shiver down Avery’s spine.

“Your Highness, that’s not what I meant…” Avery stammered, his voice barely a whisper against the weight of Dashnell’s words.

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Dashnell, despite his crippled state and disqualification from the line of succession, enjoyed a peculiar immunity in the imperial disputes. His status, ironically, made him a favored entity in the King’s eyes.

His mother, Lady Serena, held a cherished place in the King’s heart, and behind her stood a formidable General, which only added to Dashnell’s influence.

With such powerful connections, even his reticence in political affairs rendered his words significant to the King.

The thought of this matter reaching the King sent a chill down Avery’s spine. He could easily become a pawn in the King’s game against the Wallen family.

“The King can’t openly lash out at the Wallen family, but targeting a mere Lord Avery? Even with my father’s title as Chancellor, I wouldn’t dare raise a complaint!”

Cold sweat trickled down Avery’s brow as the reality of his situation settled in.

In a moment of resignation, he gritted his teeth and conceded, “Your Highness, I’ve learned my lesson. I will resign from the Royal Medical Hall within a month. Please, have mercy.”

With that, he shot Margaery a venomous glare, vowing silently, *She’ll pay for this when we return home!*

Margaery met his gaze, her brow knitting together in concern.

The Wallen family sons always wore a facade of decency. Had she not witnessed their true natures in her previous life, she might have overlooked their darker sides.

Now that Avery’s future lay in ruins because of her actions, she could only anticipate the wrath that awaited her upon their return.

She needed a strategy to counteract his inevitable vengeance.

In that moment, Dashnell spoke again, “Doctor Fischer, ensure those prescriptions remain untouched at the Royal Medical Hall. However, let the credit go to my friend.”

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