Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 77

**TITLE: Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale**
**Chapter 77: Break Them Up**

“Stay right here. I’m going to find Margaery,” Dominic declared, his voice steady yet urgent.

With that resolute thought coursing through his mind, he stepped out into the frigid air, determination etched across his features.

‘Clyde doesn’t matter,’ he reminded himself, his thoughts racing. ‘The only thing that truly matters right now is Margaery. She’s the one I need to protect, the one I must bring home as my wife!’

In that moment, the grandiosity of the Chancellor’s estate seemed trivial compared to the weight of his feelings for her.

“Come back here!” Clyde shouted, his voice strained as he lay crumpled on the ground, instinctively reaching out in a desperate attempt to grab Dominic’s retreating form.

In the aftermath of the chaos, with Dominic gone, an unsettling fear crept over him.

But Dominic didn’t glance back. He pushed through the gate, leaving Clyde behind to stew in his vulnerability.

Anger simmered within Clyde, a tempest of frustration and betrayal.

Just then, Tessa returned from outside, having changed back into her own clothes. She had merely intended to check on the happenings at the Chancellor’s estate but was taken aback by the eerie emptiness left in the wake of the chaos. The once-bustling household was now a ghost of its former self, with hardly any servants remaining.

After interrogating the last two maids still lingering around, she learned of the grave situation.

“Wait, you’re telling me an assassin broke into the estate and stabbed Clyde?” Tessa exclaimed, her heart racing as she dashed toward Raul’s courtyard.

Her pulse quickened with every step. “Where are Father and Joshua? And what about Clyde? Is he alright?”

“Lord Chancellor and Joshua went to find Margaery. As for Clyde… he and Lord Dominic should be in the courtyard,” Sarah replied, her brow furrowed with concern.

Casting a glance toward the door, Sarah appeared uncertain, her eyes darting nervously.

“Dominic is here too?” Tessa felt a flutter of anxiety in her chest, her pace quickening as she processed the information.

Sarah nodded, “He was just here a moment ago.”

But as Tessa and her maid entered the courtyard, the sight that greeted them was horrifying. Clyde lay sprawled in the snow, his body slick with blood.

Tessa gasped, her voice rising in panic. “Clyde! How did this happen? Who did this to you? And where’s Dominic?” In truth, when Clyde had stabbed Margaery, Tessa had thought he had brought it upon himself.

Yet, she never anticipated that retribution would come so swiftly—now, in the blink of an eye, Clyde was the one in this pitiful state.

‘So, who is protecting Margaery now?’ Tessa pondered, unease creeping into her thoughts.

A nervous tension coiled within her.

Clyde, oblivious to her inner turmoil, snapped in frustration, “He went to find Margaery! I just don’t understand what’s so special about her that everyone seems to be obsessed with her!”

‘Honestly, what makes her so remarkable?’ Clyde questioned internally, his mind racing.

But that sword strike had genuinely terrified him, leaving him feeling vulnerable and exposed.

Now, he was merely grumbling to vent his pent-up anger.

Tessa mulled over his words, her fingers unconsciously curling into fists. “How could Dominic do this? You’re so badly hurt, and he didn’t even bother to stay with you. He just ran off after Margaery…”

A spark of jealousy ignited in her chest, simmering just beneath the surface.

She couldn’t comprehend it. Margaery already had Dashnell, and even Bernard had openly declared his feelings for her. Dominic was being made a fool of, yet he continued to follow her like a lovesick puppy.

But Tessa didn’t want to appear petty or envious, so she quickly adjusted her tone. “Still, Margaery is hurt too, and Dominic is her fiancé. Perhaps he just… feels compassion for her.”

As she spoke, she averted her gaze, a hint of sorrow in her eyes, and reached out her hand toward him. “Clyde, let me help you inside. It’s freezing out here; you’ll get frostbite.”

Clyde longed to go inside, to escape the biting cold.

But fear held him back.

“No, my wound is too severe. If I go inside where it’s warm, it’ll start bleeding again,” he protested, then added bitterly, “And Dominic must be an idiot—leaving someone as wonderful as you behind, just to chase after Margaery!”

Yet, the rest of his frustrations remained unspoken, lodged in his throat.

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