Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 187

**Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale**
**Chapter 187**

Margaery leaned in closer to Craig, her breath barely a whisper against his ear as she shared her secret plan. The moment her words reached him, Craig’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You mean to say that Tessa is actually conspiring with the Shadow Doctor to orchestrate a kidnapping? And that the Wallen family would be involved in capturing you for some sort of exchange?” he stammered, his mind racing with the implications of such a betrayal.

Margaery nodded, her expression resolute. “Yes, but I want them to take someone else instead.” Her calm demeanor was striking, yet Craig couldn’t shake the feeling that beneath her composed exterior lay a tempest of emotions.

‘Your thoughts run deep; you’ve crafted a strategy of your own!’ he mused silently, admiration mingling with concern.

Craig’s brow furrowed as he considered the gravity of the situation. “If Tessa has indeed turned so malevolent, and the Wallen father and son are as unscrupulous as you suggest, then your plan may indeed be the most prudent course of action,” he conceded, though a flicker of anger simmered within him.

“After all, you’ve been part of the Wallen family for so many years. Could they truly stoop so low as to betray you?” he questioned, doubt creeping into his thoughts about the nature of humanity itself.

“I can hardly believe it either,” Margaery replied, her gaze drifting to the snowflakes swirling outside the window, each one a tiny reminder of the coldness she felt in her heart. “But I must prepare for the worst, just in case they do.”

In her previous life, she had never imagined her end would come in such a cruel manner. ‘But it happened nonetheless,’ she reflected bitterly.

She had never wished harm upon anyone in the Wallen family, yet fate had dealt her a tragic hand. Now, with her relationship with them shattered, they should harbor even greater animosity toward her. She couldn’t simply sit idly by and await her demise.

Craig stood up, determination etched across his features. “If they truly intend to act against you, I need to make preparations. Some materials require time to acquire.”

“Thank you,” Margaery said sincerely, rising to bow her head in gratitude.

“Come on now, there’s no need for such formality. You’re my apprentice; this is the least I could do,” Craig replied, waving his hand dismissively as he rose to his feet. “I’ll take the lead. If anyone dares to harm my disciple, I’ll have no qualms about confronting them.”

As Margaery saw him to the door, a warmth blossomed in her chest. Adam, who had been watching curiously, broke the momentary silence. “What did you discuss with him?” he inquired, eyes wide with curiosity.

“Just a precaution against being killed,” she replied, her voice steady. After a moment’s contemplation, she added, “Adam, I need you to help me with something. Send out a message claiming that someone poisoned my food today, which caused me to lose my voice and ruin my appearance.”

As she spoke, she handed him a prescription. “When you return, I need you to gather these medicines for me.”

“To put on a show, one must fully commit to the act. This time, I’ll ensure Tessa reaps what she has sown,” she thought to herself, a spark of defiance igniting within her.

Adam, utterly perplexed, stared at the prescription in disbelief. “You’re not actually planning to poison yourself, are you? That’s far too dangerous!” he exclaimed, panic lacing his words.

‘What kind of apprentice would I be if I helped you procure poison for your own use? My master would have my head!’ he thought, grappling with the absurdity of the situation.

He hesitated, contemplating whether to discuss this alarming plan with Dashnell. Margaery, sensing his reluctance, reassured him. “It’s fine. If I can prepare the poison, I can certainly craft the antidote as well.”

She had previously obtained several prescriptions from Craig, and this one included both the poison and its countermeasure.

Seeing Adam still visibly uneasy, she added, “I just spoke with Craig about this. There won’t be any issues.”

Adam scrutinized her face, searching for reassurance. “He agreed?” he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. Margaery nodded, choosing not to elaborate further.

Then, she turned to Amber, who was waiting nearby. “Amber, take this money and buy me a veil. Since I’m going to be disfigured, I need to cover my face.”

Amber Stark looked confused but nodded, setting off to fulfill the errand without further question. Moments later, Wayne entered the room, his expression serious.

“There’s news from the Wallen family,” he announced, his brow furrowing with concern. “Avery has returned with people from Pinewoods, but they didn’t go to the Chancellor’s estate; they stayed at a hotel instead. Only Avery has gone home.”

He glanced at Margaery, his eyes reflecting a hint of sympathy. ‘Even a beast wouldn’t harm its own young. Yet Raul is so ruthless; he actually wants to kill her. What a pitiful young girl,’ he thought, feeling a surge of protectiveness for her.

Margaery was no longer the naive girl she once was, who had cared only for the Wallen father and son.

“As I suspected, Avery returned likely due to the child Tessa carries,” she said, a sneer curling her lips. “However, while the Wallen father and son may want to eliminate Tessa’s child, Tessa herself might not be so willing.”

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