Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 67

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

**Chapter 67: No More Debts**

The chill of the wind wrapped around Joshua, its icy fingers tugging at his coat as he stood there, his voice raspy and strained. His emotions churned within him, a chaotic storm of thoughts and feelings that refused to settle. He had seen Margaery blossom into the young woman she was now, yet a haunting doubt lingered—was she truly of the Wallen bloodline? The tragic incident at the rockery had marked her life, but it was a topic that could never see the light of day. Protecting Tessa had become his only option, a burden he bore silently.

As he wrestled with his thoughts, a monster of caution, guilt, regret, pity, heartache, and a chilling sense of self-sacrifice took shape in his mind. It was a heavy weight that furrowed his brow deeply, a reminder of the tangled web of family ties and secrets.

“What do you want me to say?” Margaery asked, her voice steady yet laced with disbelief as she turned on the steps to face Joshua—the man she had considered a brother for sixteen long years.

But the familiarity of that address felt foreign now, slipping through her fingers like sand, no matter how desperately she tried to grasp it.

Joshua opened his mouth, hesitating as the words fought to break free. Finally, he managed to utter, “Margaery, the Wallen family owes you. We will make it up to you, little by little.”

A bitter laugh echoed in Margaery’s heart, cold as ice. “When?” she retorted, her voice barely above a whisper, but heavy with sarcasm.

Joshua faltered, his throat tightening as he struggled to find the right words.

The path ahead for her was clear: first, she would be married off to Dominic, then sent to the Clan Court, followed by a stint at either the Laundry Bureau or the Labor Division. Only after enduring that grueling journey would they even consider discussing any form of compensation.

For the Chancellor’s estate, the immediate priority was to ensure Avery’s safe return to the Royal Medical Hall. If that didn’t happen, Alicia would be left vulnerable and isolated in the palace—a situation far too perilous to ignore.

But there was a catch: for Avery to return, Margaery had to bear the blame.

The weight of this truth bore down on Joshua, and he found himself unable to voice it. All he could manage was, “There will come a day.”

Margaery felt a chill seep into her bones at his words.

“Then I’ll wait for that day,” she replied coldly, her resolve hardening as she turned her back on the rockery, refusing to look back.

Joshua’s frown deepened, the reality of the situation settling in like a heavy fog. Snapping back to the present, he barked orders to the guards, “Bury Paige. No one is to speak of this. And hurry to find the midwife. I have questions that need answers.”

Tessa had come to the Chancellor’s estate due to the midwife’s confession, revealing that years ago, she had lost her senses and taken a child. Their father had been furious, wanting to exact punishment on the midwife.

Yet, Tessa had knelt before him, tears streaming down her face, pleading for mercy, arguing that the midwife had done her best to raise her. In a moment of compassion, their father had relented, allowing the midwife to atone for her past mistakes.

But now, Joshua couldn’t shake the feeling that the truth was far more tangled than it appeared.

As they made their way to the Gracewind Garden, Amber’s curiosity got the better of her. “Lady Margaery, what did Lord Joshua mean by that? It’s not like you killed anyone, so why does he want you to say anything? Is he still suspecting us or something?”

“That’s not what he’s suspicious about,” Margaery replied, her smile turning frosty.

“Just wait,” she continued, her voice low and conspiratorial. “The real drama is about to unfold in the coming days. Let’s see who emerges victorious—Tessa or the rest of the Wallen family.”

Deep down, Margaery found herself rooting for Tessa’s success.

If Tessa triumphed, Margaery could be rid of the Chancellor’s estate without the messy business of breaking off her engagement with Dominic, or even having to bring it up herself. That would be a relief she desperately craved.

After tidying her room, she turned to Amber, her expression shifting to one of determination. “Keep a close watch on Sunbeam Court this afternoon. If Tessa makes any new moves, come back and let me know. I’m heading out for a while.”

With her plans set, she stepped out to find Craig.

But before she could even cross the threshold, a figure clad in sapphire blue burst through the door. A flash of cold steel aimed straight for Margaery’s vital spot. “I heard you’ve been learning fighting skills lately. Let’s see if you’ve picked up anything worth showing off!”

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