Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 99

**Chapter 99: Not My Daughter**

Margaery’s demeanor was undeniably juvenile and lacking in decorum. Yet, Raul found himself grappling with an added layer of complexity. Beyond Margaery’s immediate behavior, the very bond of blood that linked her to Tessa now seemed shrouded in uncertainty.

Deep down, Raul harbored a wish that Margaery would act less rationally, perhaps even throw a tantrum that would grant him a convenient escape from this tangled web. But that hope had vanished into thin air.

He briefly shut his eyes, gathering his thoughts before finally uttering, “If you genuinely dislike Tessa, then feel free to act as you please from this moment onward. Shortly, I will summon Mark to draw a small amount of blood; it won’t hurt much, just endure it for a bit, and it will soon be over.”

In the grand scheme of the Chancellor’s estate, the significance of bloodlines seemed to pale in comparison.

If it was to be disregarded, then so be it. As long as Margaery remained the Chancellor’s daughter, that was all that truly mattered.

Raul decided to retreat a step, and Margaery simply nodded in response. “Alright.”

He sensed the tension still lingering in the air and yearned to alleviate it, but words failed him in that moment. Finally, he managed to say, “Then please rest well. I’ll head back to make some arrangements.”

With that, he turned and exited Gracewind Garden.

Margaery stood silently, watching him leave, her thoughts swirling in a tempest of emotions.

Just then, Adam entered, balancing a tray laden with steaming chicken soup, an assortment of side dishes, and fragrant flower rolls filled with savory beans. “Lady, His Highness sent these for you, saying they will aid in your recovery. I’ve warmed them up; do try some,” he said, his voice warm and inviting.

A flicker of warmth ignited in Margaery’s heart. “Please convey my gratitude to His Highness, and thank you as well, Adam.”

Adam beamed at her. “It’s my duty, my lady.”

After all, soon she would be the mistress of Dashnell’s residence, and every act of kindness felt significant.

Margaery took a few bites, gradually feeling her strength return, all the while waiting for Raul to send someone her way.

As the night deepened, the sound of footsteps echoed outside.

Raul entered, accompanied by Joshua and Mark. “Margaery, we only require a small sample of blood, just from your fingertip. There’s no need to fear,” he assured her.

Margaery remained silent, simply extending her hand towards Mark.

If all went according to plan, Mark would deliver the results she desired. After all, Tessa had already approached Halle, who in turn had sought out Mark.

With a steady hand, Margaery pricked her finger with a needle, allowing a single drop of blood to bead and then fall into a small porcelain vial that Mark held out. He smiled reassuringly at her. “The bleeding will cease shortly. Just press this cotton ball onto it.”

Once more, Margaery nodded, her silence speaking volumes.

“Margaery, make sure to rest. Tomorrow, you still need to visit the Hadley family to extend birthday wishes to Lady Sophia,” Raul reminded her, casting one last glance before he departed.

The visit to the Hadley family for birthday wishes felt trivial on the surface.

What truly mattered was that Margaery, despite her injuries, was determined to go, a testament to her lingering affection for Dominic and her desire for him to marry her.

Understanding his unspoken words, Margaery nodded in agreement. “Alright.”

Raul left, feeling a sense of reassurance.

Once alone, Margaery extinguished the lamp, instructing Amber to keep watch at Sunbeam Court, and settled into the enveloping darkness, awaiting news.

—

She was resolute; she would indeed attend Sophia’s birthday celebration at the Hadley family the following day.

However, she was equally determined not to provide them with the outcome they sought.

On their way back, Raul turned to Joshua and asked, “Have we located that midwife yet?”

Joshua nodded affirmatively. “Yes, we’ve found her. She’s currently working at a bun shop on the outskirts. I’ve dispatched someone to bring her here; she should arrive shortly.”

“Very well. Let’s proceed with testing Margaery’s blood first,” Raul instructed, casting a glance at Mark.

Mark had already departed from the Royal Medical Hall. At sixty-seven years of age, he had retired two years prior. Once closely associated with Alicia, he had been cast aside and now held only an honorary title.

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