Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 184

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

**Chapter 184**

“What on earth has happened?” Nathaniel inquired, his brow furrowing as he observed the unusual agitation in his guard. It was a rare sight to see Ortis Morris, usually composed, so visibly shaken.

Ortis, his thoughts a chaotic whirlwind, cast a furtive glance at Raul before responding. “Just moments ago, we received alarming news from outside. Lady Margaery is not the biological daughter of Lord Chancellor. In fact, she is the daughter of the midwife. It appears she has been masquerading as Lady Tessa.”

His voice trembled slightly as he added, “And—and there’s more…”

Words failed him, caught in the web of his own disbelief.

Nathaniel’s eyes widened, a mixture of shock and confusion washing over him. “How can this be possible?”

He turned his gaze towards Raul, seeking answers.

Raul looked as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning, his complexion drained of color. He turned to Ortis, his voice a mere whisper, “What did you just say?”

Ortis repeated the shocking revelation, his tone heavy with the weight of the implications.

With a deep breath, Ortis continued, his voice low and serious, “But that’s not the end of it. Someone has informed the authorities that Lord Chancellor, in a desperate bid to silence witnesses, was responsible for the deaths of the midwife and Mark. This scandal has already reached the Magistrate’s Court.”

“Nonsense!” Raul exclaimed, the shock propelling him to his feet in a sudden burst of energy.

The wine glass perched precariously on the table toppled over, shattering into a thousand glimmering pieces at his feet. He felt as if he were about to disintegrate under the weight of the revelations.

Who could have spread such damaging rumors? Raul’s mind raced with anger and confusion.

His eyes blazed with fury, his body quaking with indignation.

Ortis, sensing the tension, cautiously stepped back and whispered, “There are whispers that Lady Tessa mentioned this last night, but who she confided in remains a mystery.”

“Perhaps, Lord Chancellor, it would be wise for you to return and speak with Lady Tessa directly about this matter,” he suggested, casting a careful glance at Nathaniel, who was equally stunned.

Nathaniel felt a storm of emotions swirling within him—anger, frustration, and a sense of betrayal. His fists clenched involuntarily as he thought, *I’ve only just begun to align myself with the Chancellor’s estate, and now it’s embroiled in scandal. I’ve just called Raul my father-in-law, but what does that mean for Margaery now?*

Yet, he knew he had to remain composed. Looking at Raul, he said with measured urgency, “Lord Chancellor, it might be best for you to go back and uncover the truth before things spiral further out of control.”

This was a crisis that could not involve the Eastern Palace. Nathaniel regretted his previous friendliness with Raul, wishing he had maintained a more cautious distance.

Raul had no intention of lingering any longer. He hurriedly excused himself and rushed toward the Chancellor’s estate, his heart racing with a mix of dread and determination.

Upon entering the estate, he wasted no time and dashed upstairs in search of Tessa.

As he ascended, Tessa happened to glance out the window. Spotting her father, she called out sweetly, “Father!”

But Raul’s fury was a tempest ready to unleash.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he stormed into the room and struck her across the face. “What kind of nonsense have you been spreading?”

The force of the slap spun Tessa around, causing her to collide with the bedpost. Pain blossomed on her forehead, and crimson droplets began to trickle down.

“Father, what are you talking about?” she gasped, bewildered, as she fell to the ground, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “What have I done to deserve this? Why did you strike me?”

Tears began to spill from her eyes, her shock morphing into despair.

Joshua, who had been quietly observing from the table, was taken aback. He stepped forward, his voice a mix of confusion and concern. “Father, what’s happening? Why did you hit Tessa without cause?”

He had spent the entire morning in Tessa’s boudoir, nurturing her, guiding her in her writing. Seeing her in distress stirred a protective instinct within him, though he couldn’t shake the guilt that lingered in his heart for not standing up sooner.

Raul, consumed by his anger, paid no heed to Joshua’s pleas.

His chest heaved with rage, spittle flying as he pointed an accusatory finger at Tessa. “Who told you to spread such vile rumors about Margaery? That she isn’t my daughter?

“Now, the word is out everywhere, and they’re claiming I silenced the midwife and Mark! This has reached the authorities! Do you even comprehend the gravity of this situation?”

He could understand the resentment towards Margaery; after all, she had usurped Tessa’s rightful place for years, enjoying a life of luxury and privilege. It was a bitter pill for anyone to swallow.

But Raul never expected Tessa to be involved in such a serious matter.

*Hasn’t she always been obedient? How could she have committed such a monumental blunder?*

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