Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale ` 100 Summary
In Chapter 100 of “Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows,” titled “The True And False Heiress,” Mark grapples with the heavy burden of secrets surrounding Margaery’s parentage. The evening’s events weigh on him, as he reflects on his past efforts to secure his son’s future, only to find himself sidelined and accused of betrayal by those he once served loyally. As he accompanies Joshua to draw blood from Tessa, he feels a deep conflict, realizing that the implications of Margaery’s true lineage could unravel everything he has known.
Tessa, aware of Mark’s internal turmoil, orchestrates the moment with calculated precision, having bribed him and Halle to ensure that Margaery’s blood test would reveal the truth. Her demeanor is a blend of fragility and cunning, as she expresses gratitude while secretly relishing the unfolding drama. Joshua, caught in the emotional tension, finds himself drawn to Tessa, their interactions charged with unspoken feelings amidst the backdrop of the blood test. As the results come in, Raul is left stunned to discover that Tessa’s blood matches his, while Margaery’s does not, prompting a cascade of questions about the twins’ true origins.
The revelation shakes the foundation of their identities, leading to a confrontation with the midwife who had delivered the twins. Raul’s anger surfaces as he demands answers about the alleged mix-up during the births. The midwife’s confession reveals a shocking truth: Tessa is indeed Raul’s biological daughter, while Margaery is her daughter, complicating the family dynamics and raising suspicions of a deeper conspiracy. The chapter culminates in a whirlwind of emotions, as Raul grapples with betrayal and the implications of his daughter’s true identity, setting the stage for further conflict and revelations.
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**Chapter 100: The True And False Heiress**
Mark felt the weight of the evening’s events pressing down on him like a heavy cloak, one that he knew he must keep tightly wrapped around himself. Secrets were a dangerous game, and the truth about Margaery’s parentage was a card he could never afford to play.
“Of course, of course,” he replied, his smile a practiced mask. Inside, however, he scoffed at the absurdity of it all.
Years prior, he had approached Marcus and the Chancellor’s estate, seeking assistance to secure his son’s admission into the prestigious Royal Medical Hall. It was a move designed to cement a legacy that would span generations, a dream that had been dashed when the Wallen family distanced themselves from the institution, only to send Avery in his stead.
Mark had devoted himself to Alicia’s faction, serving loyally for years, only to find himself cast aside, a scapegoat for their failures.
‘Now they dare to accuse me of betrayal?’ Mark thought bitterly as he followed Joshua up the staircase, his heart a tumult of resentment and indignation.
“Tessa, this is Mr. Whitney,” Joshua announced as they entered the room. “He’s here to draw your blood. Margaery has already given hers. If your blood matches, we’ll use it as a medicinal primer for your stomach ailment.”
As Mark stepped into the room, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of conflict as he observed Tessa curled up on the chaise lounge, her demeanor fragile yet deceptively composed.
If Margaery was not truly a Wallen, then what did that mean for Tessa, her twin? The implications were staggering, suggesting that all the efforts of the Wallen family over the past dozen years might have been for naught.
Tessa was acutely aware of Mark’s internal struggle. She had orchestrated this moment, having bribed both Mark and Halle, knowing that once Margaery’s blood was tested, the truth would be laid bare.
A sly smile tugged at her lips, though her face remained a picture of gratitude. “Thank you, Joshua, for taking the time to worry about me despite your busy schedule. And thank you, sister, for your willingness to help me in this way. Your kindness is something I can never repay.”
As she spoke, her eyes glistened with unshed tears, a sight that always seemed to tug at Joshua’s heartstrings.
He felt a rush of sympathy, his suspicions momentarily forgotten. “You are a Wallen, Tessa. It’s only right that we care for you,” he reassured her, his voice softening as he recalled the last time she had hugged him, her warmth wrapping around him like a comforting blanket.
But lurking beneath his affection was a troubling thought: if Tessa was not truly a Wallen, he would have no qualms about taking her as his concubine.
Tessa caught the glimmer in Joshua’s eyes, a knowing look that confirmed her previous flirtation had not gone unnoticed.
She bit her lip, casting him a coy glance that was both playful and teasing. “Joshua, you truly treat me the best,” she said, her tone light yet layered with meaning.
Yet the flirtation was tempered, a delicate dance of emotions that could be felt but not fully articulated, especially with the remnants of tears still shimmering in her eyes.
Joshua felt his pulse quicken, his thoughts muddled as he stood there, entranced by her presence.
He watched, almost in a trance, as Mark prepared to draw Tessa’s blood, and in a daze, he found himself taking a cotton ball and pressing it gently against her wound, their skin brushing against one another, igniting a tension that hung in the air like a charged storm cloud. Mark, for his part, remained silent, allowing the moment to unfold.
It was only when Sarah’s voice broke through the haze that Joshua snapped back to reality, reluctantly releasing Tessa’s hand. “Rest well. I will come to see you again tomorrow morning,” he said, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and lingering affection.
“Take care, Joshua,” Tessa replied, rising to see him off, her expression a careful blend of warmth and mischief.
As Joshua turned to leave Sunbeam Court, he glanced back one last time, the sight of her lingering in his mind like a sweet melody.
Once he was outside, Tessa rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, “Men really are all the same. One little tease and they lose all sense of reason!”
Oblivious to her commentary, Joshua walked through the chilly night air, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. It wasn’t until he reached the entrance of Raul’s study that he began to regain his composure.
“Go and prepare fresh water!” Raul’s voice, tinged with frustration, echoed from within, shaking Joshua from his reverie. He quickly grabbed the small vial containing Tessa’s blood and called for Halle. “Go, prepare water with Mark.”
Moments later, Raul began the blood test with Tessa’s sample. The results were astonishing; Tessa’s blood blended seamlessly with his, a perfect match that left Raul momentarily speechless.
His eyes widened as he stared at the swirling crimson in the basin, emotions crashing over him like waves—excitement that Tessa was indeed his daughter, mixed with confusion over why Margaery, her twin, was not.
It was an unsettling thought: could it be that during his wife’s pregnancy, one child was his while the other was not?
The very idea felt absurd.
“Lord Chancellor, Lady Tessa is your daughter,” Mark interjected, his voice steady yet probing. “Could it be that there was a mix-up? Perhaps one of the twins didn’t survive, and the other was placed in the Chancellor’s estate by someone else?”
Raul’s heart raced at the suggestion. “Are you implying that when my wife gave birth prematurely, someone switched my daughter with another child to conceal the truth?”
Mark hesitated, the weight of his words heavy in the air. “It’s a possibility. I can’t say for certain, but seeing the twins now, I can’t help but wonder.”
Raul felt his heart pounding in his chest, a mix of dread and anticipation coursing through him. After a moment of contemplation, he signaled to Joshua to escort Mark out, adding, “Go, summon that midwife to see me.”
Joshua, burdened with his own tumultuous thoughts, led Mark out through the main gate.
The revelation that Tessa was his biological sister while Margaery, who remained within the Chancellor’s estate, was not connected to him by blood was a truth he struggled to accept.
Once they were outside, he distractedly asked the guard, “Has the midwife been brought?”
“Young Master, she is being held in the rear courtyard,” the guard replied.
“Go, fetch her immediately. Father wishes to question her.” Joshua stood in the front courtyard, the night deepening around him, his thoughts swirling like the dark clouds above.
A moment later, the guard returned, shoving a woman of about fifty into Raul’s study. “Get in!” he ordered, bowing slightly to Raul.
The midwife stumbled forward, falling to the ground like a dog begging for scraps. Raul’s fury ignited as he seized her by the collar, demanding, “Sixteen years ago, you claimed my wife gave birth prematurely, that one child died and only Margaery survived.
“A year ago, you said the child hadn’t died at all, that you desired a daughter but couldn’t have one, so you stole Tessa. But now, Margaery’s blood cannot merge with mine. Explain yourself!”
With a furious shove, he tossed her aside, sending her crashing into the wall.
The midwife cried out in pain, scrambling to her feet, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded, “Forgive me, Lord Chancellor! I lied, I wronged you. Please, let me explain, just spare my daughter!”
Raul’s expression shifted, confusion mingling with anger. “What did you say?” he asked, taken aback.
He had expected her to account for the daughter of the Chancellor’s estate, yet she was speaking of her own child.
A flicker of suspicion ignited in Raul’s mind, and he furrowed his brows tightly.
The midwife, her face a mask of sorrow, confirmed his fears, stammering, “What I said before was true. The lady did give birth to twins, and one had indeed died. The child who truly survived was Tessa.”
Then, her demeanor shifted, a timid expression washing over her as she continued, “And Margaery… she is my daughter.”
Conclusion
As the dust of revelation settled, the weight of truth bore down heavily on all involved, unraveling the carefully woven tapestry of lies that had cloaked their lives for so long. Mark, once a loyal servant turned scapegoat, found himself grappling with the bitter irony of his sacrifices. The secrets that had bound him to Alicia’s faction now felt like chains, shackling him to a past that offered no solace. Meanwhile, Tessa stood at the precipice of her own identity, the fragile threads of her existence now tangled with Margaery’s. The emotional arc of the evening had transformed her from a mere pawn in a game of power to a figure of profound significance, her very essence intertwined with the fate of the Wallen family. The tears that had glistened in her eyes were not just a reflection of sorrow but a burgeoning understanding of her place in a world that had always seemed just out of reach.
In the midst of this turmoil, Joshua emerged as a beacon of conflicted emotions, his affection for Tessa battling against the chaotic revelations that threatened to upend his world. The tender moment they shared, charged with unspoken feelings, now felt like a bittersweet echo in the wake of the truth. As he navigated his own heartache and desire, the implications of the blood test loomed large, casting shadows over their future. The night had transformed from one of simple intrigue to a labyrinth of familial ties and hidden betrayals, leaving each character standing at a crossroads. With the midwife’s confession reverberating in the air, the path ahead was fraught with uncertainty, yet it also promised the possibility of redemption and reconciliation. In the end, the whispers that had shaped their distant tomorrows now beckoned them toward a new dawn, one where the past could finally be confronted, and the bonds of family redefined.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**
As the tension mounts, the next chapter promises to unravel the intricate web of secrets that have ensnared the Wallen family. With the shocking revelation that Margaery is not the true heiress, the stakes have never been higher. Raul’s confrontation with the midwife hints at deeper layers of deception, and the fallout from this discovery will undoubtedly ripple through the lives of all involved. Expect heated confrontations, as loyalties are tested and alliances shift in the face of newfound truths. Will Tessa’s identity as Raul’s daughter be enough to secure her place in the family, or will Margaery’s unexpected lineage spark a rivalry that threatens to tear the family apart?
Moreover, the emotional turmoil that Joshua feels for Tessa will be pushed to the forefront as he grapples with the implications of their shared bloodline. With Tessa’s fragile state and the looming threat of betrayal, the chapter will delve into the complexities of their relationship, exploring the boundaries between love, duty, and the harsh realities of their world. As the characters navigate these treacherous waters, expect heart-wrenching decisions and unexpected alliances that could change the course of their fates forever. The whispers of the past are about to shape their distant tomorrows in ways they could never have anticipated.
