The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 112: What’s There to Be Proud Of

Zane opened his mouth.

His tone was calm but carried unmistakable provocation.

He deliberately placed his fingers against his lips, lightly brushing them.

"I live with the Female Master under her explicit orders. Even if you are the main husband, you can’t make decisions over her, right?"

"Are you questioning the Female Master’s arrangements then?"

Caleb Shaw’s eyes slightly lifted, his gaze briefly shimmering.

Then he stepped back half a step and knelt on one knee before Selene Kane.

His back was straight, but his head slightly bowed, showing respect.

In the hall, you could hear a pin drop.

He was so tall that even kneeling, he could look directly into her eyes.

That gaze was soft and bright, gentle enough to melt frost.

He gently held Selene Kane’s hand, his movements cautious.

She instinctively was about to withdraw her hand, her fingertips just started to move, but her pupils suddenly shrank.

His lips had already landed on the back of her hand.

"Female Master, such great news, how come you’ve kept it from us all along?"

His voice was deep and gentle, the end of it slightly rising.

Selene Kane’s palm instantly became coated with a layer of fine sweat.

She could barely produce a full sentence, trembling and broken.

"You... remember?"

She suddenly reached out to press against her abdomen.

Her heart churned, a mix of emotions flooding, her thoughts tangled like a knotted mess.

So he had known all along, yet pretended not to.

Zane felt completely drained of strength.

He had considered this day might come.

But when it finally did, his heart was gripped so tightly, he almost couldn’t breathe.

When he finally summoned the courage to step into her life, she already carried someone else’s child.

He wasn’t a petty male, wouldn’t envy that past causality long gone.

Yet despite this, he couldn’t suppress the sourness at the bottom of his heart.

How he wished the first child calling him "father" in a childish voice was a creation nurtured by both of them.

All along, he thought Selene Kane stood by his side.

But in this moment, he suddenly wasn’t sure.

He slowly raised his head to look at her, his gaze filled with silent pleading.

He hoped she would still choose him, as she had before, without hesitation.

But she didn’t respond.

She just hung her head, motionless, her fingertips still lightly touching her abdomen, her expression complex.

The others had long understood the undercurrent in the atmosphere.

Evan Sinclair and Ethan Sinclair, being young and innocent.

Upon hearing this news, they exploded with excitement, jumping higher than anyone else.

Their tails wagged excitedly, the furry tips drawing arcs in the air.

They circled around Selene Kane, their eyes bright and full of admiration.

"You’re having Shaw’s child? Why didn’t you say something earlier! If we had known, we’d never have dared to make you angry!"

Evan Sinclair shouted out, regret filling his voice.

"This is amazing! We’re finally going to have a little baby! Female Master, you’re incredible!"

Ethan Sinclair looked up, his face full of naive charm.

The two were as happy as if they themselves were becoming fathers, jumping and clapping hands.

The joy spreading from their eyes brimmed with uncontainable happiness.

Their steps were so light, they nearly flew.

The sound of palms clapping was crisp, resonating in the air.

That smile wasn’t forced; it surged from the depths of their hearts.

The servants also smiled broadly, the happiness on their faces even surpassing when Caleb Shaw returned victorious from battle.

They had awaited this day for so long.

Since Caleb Shaw’s marriage, the main bedroom had been empty for three years.

No one dared mention it, but who didn’t think of it?

Every morning while cleaning the room, seeing the spacious but lonely large bed, there was always a sense of indescribable regret.

The servants discussed it carefully in private, fearing the talk might reach the master’s ears and anger him.

They had long considered Selene Kane as one of their own daughters and Caleb Shaw as the pillar, only hoping for the arrival of new life.

Caleb Shaw hadn’t had any children, and there was plenty of gossip about that, saying all sorts of things.

Rumors circulated from street to alley.

Some even boldly claimed the dominion of master and servant was merely nominal, even the consummation was a sham.

These words spread rapidly.

The key issue was his dangerous line of work.

If one day an accident happened and there were no descendants, who could accept that?

Caleb Shaw, as the commander of the border corps, had been at the frontline for years; every task could be a one-way trip.

He had suffered severe injuries before, twice almost dying in the medical pod.

Back then, everyone thought.

If he were really gone, what would become of the huge Shaw Family?

No heir, the family bloodline ending here, wouldn’t that be a joke?

But these concerns, no one dared to bring up directly, only silently prayed.

Now it’s settled, the Female Master finally agreed to give the master a child!

Everyone felt this pregnancy wasn’t just about the child’s arrival, but also a rebirth of hope.

Caleb Shaw’s brow lifted, his eyes filled with unconcealed pride.

He no longer bothered to hide it, nor did he need to suppress it.

At this moment, he wanted the whole world to know.

His Female Master was carrying his child.

He scooped Selene Kane up in his arms, his voice low.

"Now you want to hide from me? That’s not going to happen."

Selene Kane squeaked and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Actually, I wanted to wait until it was a bit more stable, then surprise you. But you found out early."

She had planned to wait until the morning sickness disappeared and the fetal heartbeat stabilized before choosing a special day to tell him.

But who could blame him for being so perceptive, immediately sensing something was off with her.

The person in his arms was soft as a cotton ball, her smile sweet enough to make one’s heart tremble.

She seemed so petite, so in need of protection.

Yet it’s this very person nurturing their flesh and blood, bearing the continuation of his life.

Thinking about the small life quietly growing inside her little body.

His heart suddenly contracted, both aching and proud.

In the past, he couldn’t even dare hope for this.

Many times he’d paced alone at night.

Back then, he almost believed those rumors.

Maybe he truly was incapable, maybe fate was overly harsh to him.

He dared not force Selene Kane to try, nor would he want her to bear risks because of pregnancy.

He even thought about living this way for a lifetime, just the two of them; it wouldn’t be bad.

Even he almost believed those rumors.

He had checked his health; reports from army doctors said he was normal, but reality kept contradicting those results.

After a long time, he began to doubt himself.

Could a severe battlefield injury have left some unseen trauma?

But now?

Caleb Shaw’s eyes were nothing but smiling, the usually calm and composed him couldn’t hide his emotions today.

The villa’s servants, each received a generous reward, the red envelopes glaringly bright.

The thick stacked red envelopes handed out, heavy enough to almost burst the paper.

The butler took them with trembling hands, nearly speechless with excitement.

The kitchen auntie clutched the envelope, eyes rim red.

This was the master’s great joy, and the good news the servants had awaited for years.

Even Zane, expelled from the master bedroom, escaped reprimand today.

The arrogant Silver Foxman, who often sneaked into the master bedroom causing trouble, was kicked to the basement by Caleb Shaw in anger.

Previously, any slight provocation Zane made would earn a cold reprimand from Caleb Shaw or even physical punishment.

But today, Zane deliberately knocked over a vase and Caleb Shaw merely glanced at it casually.

Zane provoked on purpose, but Caleb Shaw remained unperturbed, a silent smile curling his lips, without a word.

This angered Zane, who swished his tail and grumbled as he crawled into the basement.

He muttered under his breath: "Hmph, what’s there to be proud of! It’s just having a cub!"