Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 68

**Chapter 68: How Dare You**

Their gazes locked, and Margaery felt a tremor ripple through her eyes. Blood began to seep from her shoulder, each drop slowly soaking into the rough linen of her dress, creating a stark contrast against the fabric. Yet, the physical pain she endured paled in comparison to the icy dread settling in her heart. The dagger she gripped in her hand glided across Clyde’s neck, leaving a delicate trail of crimson. “From this moment onward, I sever all ties with you. You are no longer my brother!” she declared, her voice steady and resolute.

“And don’t you dare twist the truth or confront me with your lies,” she continued, her tone as frigid as the winter air. “Leave!”

With that, she released her grip on Clyde, pivoting sharply to make her way to the bed, where she sank down, feeling the weight of her decision settle around her like a heavy cloak.

Clyde, for the first time, witnessed a genuine intent to kill flicker in her eyes, a sight that sent a chill racing down his spine. He felt the warmth of blood trickling down his neck and instinctively wiped it away, only to find his palm smeared with the evidence of her rage.

“Margaery, did you really attempt to take my life?” Clyde’s voice quivered, his eyes narrowing as fury bubbled beneath the surface.

“After all this time apart, this is how you choose to treat me? You want to cut all ties? Who gave you the audacity to decide that?” His voice trembled with a mixture of hurt and anger, the words spilling out like a torrent he could no longer contain.

He was her brother, after all.

It was only natural for a brother to guide his sister, to protect her from harm. Yet, he never imagined that merely questioning her motives regarding the troubles she was stirring at the Chancellor’s estate would push her to such a drastic measure.

“Margaery! What do you mean by that?” Clyde’s voice wavered, revealing the crack in his composure.

He looked at her, and the girl he once knew—the bright, spirited child full of sweetness and laughter—seemed to have vanished.

An invisible pain gripped his heart, tightening like a vice. Clyde stared at her, his brow furrowing in confusion and despair.

“That’s exactly what I mean,” Margaery replied, her gaze fixed on the ground, her voice icy and detached. “Leave. I need to tend to my wound.”

He stood there, frozen, unable to move.

For what felt like an eternity, he scrutinized her, his expression darkening with disbelief. “Am I mistaken? You reveled in sixteen years of luxury at the Chancellor’s estate, living in Tessa’s shadow, and now that she’s returned for just a year, you’re throwing a fit? It’s merely a medicine recipe! It’s the least you owe her!”

Margaery’s eyes flicked up to meet his, and to his astonishment, she laughed—a sound sharp and bitter.

‘What does he mean, I enjoyed luxury in Tessa’s place?’ she mused, her heart brimming with irony.

‘I am the true daughter of the Chancellor’s estate. This has always been my rightful place!

‘On the contrary, Tessa is the imposter here. And now he dares to accuse me of stealing from her? How utterly ludicrous!’ she thought, her indignation flaring.

“Just a medicine recipe? Why don’t you fetch it for Tessa yourself?” Margaery shot back, her eyes glimmering with sarcasm. “You said it yourself. I’m wicked and scheming. Surely someone as malevolent as I would have no access to such a recipe.”

“But what about you?” she pressed, her voice slicing through the air.

“Aren’t you her brother? Didn’t you wish you could kill me for her? Look at her, suffering night after night, unable to find rest. Why don’t you suffer for her instead? Why don’t you go hunt down the recipe yourself?” she shouted, her words ringing with defiance.

“Margaery, how can you speak to me in such a way?” Clyde’s fury threatened to boil over, his body tensing as he fought the impulse to lunge at her.

Blood continued to seep from Margaery’s shoulder, but Clyde seemed oblivious, consumed by the argument at hand. “You…”

“Lord Clyde, get out! Don’t you realize that men and women shouldn’t be alone together?” Amber’s voice was laced with anger as she pushed him away. “Look at what you’ve done to Margaery. Are you trying to let her bleed out and die?”

“And you’re still defending Tessa? What a family we’ve become…”

Amber’s eyes filled with tears, her voice rising in desperation. “I told you to leave! Are you deaf?!”

Clyde stood at the threshold, his feet rooted to the ground.

He didn’t want to go, but remaining felt equally wrong. His chest heaved with ragged breaths, each one filled with a mix of anger and confusion.

He had to acknowledge that he had crossed a line.

But Margaery hadn’t held back either. She had nearly drawn blood with that dagger, and the fresh, stinging line on his neck was a testament to that.

What unsettled him most were her words. ‘What does she mean by severing ties? How could she say something like that?’ he thought, bewildered.

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