Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 182

**Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale**
**Chapter 182**

Margaery’s laughter rang through the air, a melodic sound that contrasted sharply with the tension hanging between them. “Given your earnestness toward me, why not entertain this idea?”

She held up a hand, displaying five fingers. “Fifty-five vouchers,” she declared, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I want to cut all ties with the Chancellor’s estate. You will accompany me, and we will draw a definitive line in the sand with them. From this moment forward, we will adopt our mother’s surname. I shall be Margaery Schneider, and you will take on the name Andrew Schneider.”

She paused, her gaze fixed on Andrew, anticipation dancing in her expression. “What do you think of that?”

Andrew’s brow furrowed deeply, confusion and concern etched across his features.

In his mind, a storm of thoughts raged. ‘Margaery wants me to abandon the Chancellor’s estate and roam the world alongside her? She is the Star of Fortune, destined to rise, potentially even as the Crown Princess. What future lies ahead for me?’

The weight of uncertainty pressed down on him. The notion of stepping away from the Chancellor’s estate filled him with trepidation.

Although there was a chance he could become the brother of a queen, he recognized that without real influence, a mere title would be hollow—a façade without substance.

“Margaery,” he spoke slowly, choosing his words with care, “how can a daughter truly sever ties with her father? If you decide to break away, society will label you as unfilial. Even if you were to marry the Crown Prince, your reputation would be forever stained.”

He could see her resolve hardening, and he pressed on. “You won’t be the only woman vying for the Crown Prince’s affections. He will undoubtedly take other consorts. When it comes time to compete for the title of Queen, you may find yourself at a disadvantage.”

Andrew inhaled deeply, gathering his thoughts. “Please, listen to me. Come back with me. I swear to protect you, even if it means putting my life on the line. As for your claim about not being a daughter of the Wallen family, I cannot accept that.”

Margaery regarded him with a mix of admiration and exasperation. ‘He truly is relentless,’ she mused internally.

“And what about Tessa?” she countered, her voice steady.

Margaery’s gaze locked onto Andrew’s, her tone unwavering. “If you wish for me to return with you, there is one condition. Either she stays or I do. You must cast her out and declare her an impostor. Only then will I consider going back.”

Deep down, Margaery understood the impossibility of her demand.

As expected, Andrew’s expression darkened, his frustration palpable.

“Margaery, how did you come to this?” he queried, disbelief coloring his voice.

Joshua had informed him that a blood test confirmed Tessa was indeed their biological sister. Margaery had usurped Tessa’s identity, forcing her to endure suffering for fifteen long years.

Andrew’s heart burned with indignation, ‘Shouldn’t Margaery feel some sense of obligation to Tessa? She owes her that much. Yet here she is, wanting to cast her aside. Tessa is my true sister!’

Even Andrew, known for his patience, felt his temper fraying. “I once believed that growing up in the Chancellor’s estate would instill in you a sense of propriety and shame, that you would possess at least a modicum of kindness.”

“But I never anticipated—”

Margaery interrupted him, a laugh escaping her lips, sharp and biting. “You never expected me to be so ruthless. Not only am I ungrateful, but I also torment Tessa, correct?”

With a cold smirk lurking beneath her facade, she met Andrew’s gaze. “Indeed, this is who I am. If you can meet my demands, I will return with you immediately.”

“But if you cannot, then I suggest you leave, Lord Andrew.”

Andrew’s face paled, anger coursing through him like wildfire.

“Why must you be at odds with Tessa? What has she ever done to you?”

He had initially believed that his gentle persistence would coax Margaery back to the Chancellor’s estate, no matter the obstacles.

Yet, after a year apart, Margaery had transformed into someone bitter, cruel, and utterly unreasonable.

“I simply despise her.”

At that moment, Margaery shed any pretense of civility.

She sneered, “Is there anything wrong with not wanting to see someone I detest?

“Lord Andrew, let’s not forget, you are the one pleading for my return to the Chancellor’s estate, not the other way around. If you desire my presence, you must rid yourself of the one I loathe.”

“You…” Andrew’s body trembled with rage, his fists clenching at his sides.

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