Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 70

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

**Chapter 70: A Nightmare**

“I attempted to tend to her injury, but she flatly refused,” Dominic exclaimed, his brow furrowed in frustration, casting a dark shadow across his face. “Now she’s off on her own, and I have no idea if she’s gone to seek out Craig or Dashnell.”

His anger bubbled to the surface as he continued, “Everything was falling into place beautifully. She even agreed to craft a splendid gift for my grandmother’s birthday and promised we’d tie the knot immediately after the festivities.”

“And now, look at this—another disaster has sprung up out of nowhere!”

“And Avery—does he truly lack the awareness of what he should or shouldn’t say? Is he completely devoid of sense? He bungles his own affairs, lands himself in hot water, and now he wants to drag us down with him!” Dominic’s voice escalated in frustration, each word laced with exasperation. “What on earth does that even mean?”

Dominic’s fists clenched tightly as he struggled to keep his breathing steady, the weight of his frustration palpable. “And then there’s Clyde. I explicitly informed him that Margaery was adorned with a hairpin bestowed by the late King, yet he still charged in, hell-bent on harming her. Seriously, does he have a screw loose or something?” He cursed inwardly, unable to contain his irritation.

“If he’s seeking death, there are far more dignified ways to achieve it than this!” he spat vehemently.

Joshua, standing nearby, felt an unsettling tightness in his chest as he absorbed Dominic’s words. After all, both Avery and Clyde were his brothers. Yet, in this moment of chaos, he found himself at a loss for words. Dominic wasn’t wrong.

If the situation continued on this trajectory, the Chancellor’s estate was essentially digging its own grave.

“I’ll go find him!” Joshua declared, his own anger igniting.

He turned to Dominic, his tone firm. “You stay here and wait for my father and Andrew. When they return, instruct them to head straight to the study.”

Time was slipping away like sand through their fingers. They needed to coax Clyde into apologizing to Margaery as swiftly as possible, or risk everything unraveling before their eyes.

Dominic nodded, his expression darkening further, frustration gnawing at him.

*I’m really about to lose it,* he thought bitterly to himself.

The cold air bit at him, and instead of relishing the joy of his upcoming wedding, he found himself darting around in the frigid wind, waiting for everyone to return!

Concerned that Margaery might seek refuge with Dashnell, he instructed his guard, “Go keep a lookout at Prince Dashnell’s estate. If Margaery makes her way there, come back and inform me immediately.”

The guard nodded and hurried off.

The sky had finally cleared, and the icy wind swirled snowflakes around them, transforming the world into a breathtaking, sunlit wonderland.

Tessa couldn’t help but feel a lift in her spirits as she sat by the window, engaging in lively conversation with her maid about the latest gossip from Gracewind Garden, a faint smile dancing on her lips. “Honestly, Avery is so petty. He traveled all the way to Lakeburgh just to complain about his misfortunes. And now, with Clyde losing his temper, Margaery and Dominic’s wedding is as good as ruined. If you ask me, they deserve it.”

Truth be told, Tessa had never wanted to marry into the Hadley family alongside Margaery in the first place.

Margaery was Dominic’s childhood fiancée. After all these years, it was inevitable that she would become the lady of the house. And with that exquisite hairpin gifted by the late King perched atop her head, she would undoubtedly hold power over Margaery. Just the thought of it made Tessa feel suffocated and resentful.

But if Margaery didn’t marry Dominic, then Tessa would be the sole bride. She would have him entirely to herself.

With Marcus’s support, she could gradually dismantle the entire Chancellor’s estate, ensuring that the Wallen family would never rise again.

That was precisely what she desired.

Her maid beamed with excitement, barely able to contain her glee. “When Clyde arrived, it was more than just a scene. He really stirred the pot! The folks shoveling snow said that when Lady Margaery left, her entire front was drenched in blood. She looked like a bloody mess.”

“One strike from that sword severed any remaining sibling ties they had. Lady Margaery was so enraged that she declared she no longer had a brother like him. After this, Clyde’s going to spoil you even more, Lady Tessal!”

Tessa couldn’t help but grin at the news.

But internally, she rolled her eyes at Clyde.

*He’s nothing but a mindless brute. If he weren’t always vying for Margaery’s favor, who would even want a brother like him?* she mused.

Contemplating her own ambitions for favor, Tessa turned to Sarah and said, “Sarah, I need to step out for a while this afternoon. If anyone comes looking for me, just say I was up all night and finally managed to catch some sleep. Make sure no one disturbs me.”

With that, she changed into a maid’s uniform, wanting to avoid recognition, and quietly slipped out the back door.

“Isn’t that Sophie? Where is she going?” Amber, who had been observing from a distance, muttered to herself.

Keeping her distance, Amber decided to follow her.

Upon reaching their destination and witnessing the person enter the house, Amber finally realized it wasn’t Sophie at all. It was Tessa.

Meanwhile, Margaery fainted right there on the street, never making it in time to find Craig.

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