Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 86

**Chapter 86: Forgive Your Father**

Craig had no desire to engage in conversation with Dominic. Instead, he let out a derisive snort, his voice dripping with disdain, “My medical skills are unparalleled, but what relevance does that have to you?”

Dominic’s expression hardened, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson.

He was desperate to win Margaery’s favor, and naturally, he hoped to impress Craig as well. Yet, the truth was that Craig harbored a genuine aversion to him. Just the previous encounter had ended with Craig delivering a brutal beating, and now, here he was, facing Craig’s sharp tongue in the presence of Dashnell, the man he considered a rival in love. It was a humiliating position, one that made it nearly impossible for him to salvage any dignity.

Craig’s disdain for Dominic was palpable.

After casting a dismissive glance in his direction, he turned to Dashnell, his tone shifting to one of grave concern. “While the Wallen family is indeed my disciple’s home, I can’t shake the feeling that her return could spell disaster—either facing false accusations or coming to harm. I wonder if His Highness, Prince Dashnell, might be willing to lend a hand?”

Dashnell, ever the noble prince, responded with unwavering confidence, “I will personally see her home.”

“Thank you immensely, Your Highness,” Craig replied, his tone softening slightly in gratitude.

With a swift motion, he handed Dashnell a sizable bundle. “These contain her medicines, along with detailed medical instructions. Just adhere to them. If it proves inconvenient for you to stay at the Chancellor’s estate, you may leave Adam behind.”

Dashnell seized this opportunity with eagerness.

He nodded affirmatively, “Rest assured, Sir.”

Craig found himself momentarily at a loss for words.

Though he held a position that warranted respect as Dashnell’s mentor, his current circumstances felt rather shabby.

Nevertheless, he understood the importance of maintaining appearances in front of others. He nodded gravely, embracing the role he had to play. “From this point forward, your junior’s safety rests in your hands.”

The morning light cast a profound aura about Craig, hinting at deeper thoughts swirling beneath the surface.

Dashnell grasped the unspoken meaning behind Craig’s words and nodded in acknowledgment, “I will visit her frequently.”

While it would be inappropriate for him to reside at the Chancellor’s estate, he could discreetly leave some aides behind and make daytime visits to ensure her well-being.

“So, can we set off now?”

Dominic stood awkwardly to the side, feeling the weight of embarrassment as he overheard their exchange. Seizing the moment, he hastily turned to Margaery, “Margaery, the conditions here leave much to be desired. If you need to recuperate, it would be best for you to return to the Chancellor’s estate. Your wounds will heal much faster there.”

‘Heal faster? Just because you say so?’ Margaery thought, a sneer forming in her mind.

In truth, Gracewind Garden was hardly superior to this place.

Although Craig had once resided here, it didn’t mean he lacked wealth. The garden was replete with rare medicinal herbs, and for him, making money was a simple task.

This place was a stark contrast to Gracewind Garden, where not a single piece of coal had been sent her way throughout the entire winter.

However, there were pressing matters that awaited her upon her return.

With a resolute nod, she finally said, “Alright, let’s head back then.”

Dominic let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “That’s splendid! I’ll have someone prepare the carriage immediately. Please, just wait for me.”

But before he could take another step, Dashnell interjected, “She will return in my carriage.”

Dominic froze, his heart racing as he turned to face Dashnell.

Dashnell, seated in his wheelchair, was clearly at a disadvantage in height, yet his presence was so commanding that Dominic felt a chill run down his spine, almost compelling him to kneel.

Words escaped Dominic as he struggled to maintain composure. He forced a smile, albeit a strained one, “Thank you, Prince Dashnell.”

Unfazed by Dominic’s discomfort, Dashnell focused on Margaery, carefully lifting her from the bed and settling her onto his lap. He wrapped her snugly in a luxurious white fox fur cloak, even placing a hat upon her head, ensuring she was thoroughly protected before calling out to Adam, “Push me out.”

Adam strode in confidently, pushing Dashnell out the door.

As the edge of the wheelchair brushed against Dominic’s robe, a surge of jealousy coursed through him, his eyes nearly brimming with unshed tears as he watched the intimate scene unfold.

‘Margaery is supposed to be his fiancée. Why is she being carried away in Dashnell’s arms?’

A wave of regret washed over him, and he hurried after them, calling out, “Margaery, is there anything else you need? I’ll prepare it for you right away!”

“I don’t want Tessa coming to look for me again,” Margaery replied, casting a sidelong glance at him.

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