The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 113: Day After Day

But after taking a couple of steps, he couldn’t help but look back in the direction of the main building, muttering softly.

"However, if the baby really is born, make sure to leave me a spot to hold it."

The construction team felt this job was more than worthwhile.

The workers carried tools in and out of the villa, full of energy.

Initially, they just took an ordinary renovation job, but who knew the employer would turn out to be the legendary Caleb Shaw?

A frequent guest on the StarNet trending list, The Frontier’s God of War.

Someone so many people only dared to glimpse in the news.

Now they could not only get close but also receive double wages with extra bonuses, it was like a dream come true.

The pay was generous, and the bonuses were exceptionally large.

Everyone received a reward far exceeding the market rate, with a bulging red envelope stuffed into their hands on departure.

The foreman gripped the cash, hands trembling: "This isn’t work, it’s clearly winning the lottery!"

They planned to return and treat the whole team to a good meal to properly celebrate this "lucky project."

What excited them the most was that the employer turned out to be the real-life Caleb Shaw, only seen on StarNet before!

Someone took out their phone and secretly snapped a photo of Caleb’s back, excitedly sending it to a friends and family group.

"Guess who I saw today? Caleb Shaw! In the flesh! And he smiled at me!"

The group immediately exploded with a series of astonished emojis.

At this moment, they were no longer ordinary renovators.

They were witnesses to a legendary figure’s private life, and that sense of pride was more satisfying than the money.

As they stepped out the door, they couldn’t contain themselves and casually posted the news on StarNet.

Fingers flew across the terminal, hearts pounding as if about to burst out of their chests.

They didn’t even have time to consider their wording, hastily writing down a few lines.

And the result?

StarNet exploded.

In that instant, the entire interstellar network was like a powder keg ignited, bursting forth with a roar.

The news platforms were inundated with an avalanche of visits.

The top of the trending list was firmly occupied by this news.

The comment sections below surged like the sea, refreshing with thousands of new messages every second.

The system crashed severely, with maintenance personnel nearly cramping from exhaustion.

But the traffic surged like a flood, unstoppable.

Technicians sweating profusely in the server room were urgently deploying backup servers.

But after just three minutes of going live, they were overwhelmed by another wave of new visits.

Alarm sounds melded into a continuous hum, red alerts flashing wildly on screens.

"What level of a social event is this?! It’s more intense than a royal wedding!"

The villa’s phone rang one after another, with no end in sight.

Old-fashioned landline phones rang incessantly, smart terminals continuously popping up with communication requests.

Private numbers, media hotlines, family representatives, distant relatives...

As usual, it was Heath Langdon who answered.

He stood in the center of the living room, barefoot on the cold carpet, communications device in hand, fingertips trembling slightly.

"Thank you... thank you for your concern."

"Yes, indeed she’s pregnant."

"Hmm, the doctor says everything is stable."

He repeated the same words over and over.

The Alza in his arms tilted its head and wondered.

I noticed the Female Master was pregnant long ago, why does everyone act like they’ve heard some earth-shattering news?

As an interstellar cat demon over two hundred years old, Alza had a keen sense of smell and detected the faint life force within the Female Master a month ago.

He even rubbed her belly with his tail at the time, only to be picked up and kissed by her with a smile.

But how can humans be so slow-witted?

Until the Langdon Family’s call came through, Heath Langdon’s usually calm eyes finally showed cracks.

The moment the caller ID popped up with the word "father," his breath stopped abruptly.

He didn’t immediately answer, staring at those two words for a full ten seconds before taking a deep breath and pressing the answer button.

"What on earth is going on with you?"

"Can’t even keep an eye on the Female Master’s pregnancy? Let another man get ahead?"

"Our Langdon Family values bloodline continuity the most, I’m telling you, if the next child isn’t yours, then don’t call me your father anymore. The family business will go to your brother."

His father’s tone was harsh and unforgiving, nearly oozing with disappointment and disgust.

Not even bothering to call him "son," starting directly with "you."

"When you were born, I wanted to strangle you."

"Your mother stopped me."

"Even when you grew up, you were just as worthless, weak and strange. Our Langdon Family has never produced a freak like you!"

"Weak" referred to his physical condition, "strange" to his reclusive personality, and "freak" his complete deviation from family norms.

These three words negated all of Heath Langdon’s efforts throughout his life.

"Can’t produce strong offspring? Not just you, even I would be looked down upon by your mother!"

The family matron was powerful, the main husband’s status was exalted.

And as a husband, if Mr. Langdon couldn’t manage the continuation of the bloodline, he’d lose his voice.

What he feared was not just his son’s incompetence but also the collapse of his own status.

"Heath, think of me you must!"

But this "thinking" was not for his son, but for himself.

"Your mother has so many secondary husbands each yearning to replace me. If it weren’t for your brother’s exceptional talent, your mother and I would have long been thrown out and you wouldn’t have your current position!"

His brother awakened with A-level spiritual power at age five.

At age ten, he was specially recruited into the Interstellar Feet Academy and is now the family’s rising star.

And what about him?

B-level spiritual power, consistently bottom in physical tests, a cold temperament, and poor social skills...

The Langdon Family is a vast clan, the matron holds all resources in the main husband’s hands.

So Mr. Langdon viewed offspring with more importance than life itself.

The main husband’s lineage controlled finances, military power, and diplomacy, and legitimate children held the highest inheritance rights.

If a bloodline fracture occurred or the heir was incompetent,

the entire branch could be marginalized or even expelled from the core circle.

He absolutely couldn’t allow himself to be ousted one day.

This wasn’t love, it was self-preservation.

Not kinship, it was a power struggle.

"Father... I understand." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Heath Langdon replied softly, his fingers unconsciously stroking Alza’s fur, his face as white as paper.

Alza looked up at him and saw his pupils unfocused, his breathing so shallow it was almost undetectable.

Alza sensed his low spirits, extending a warm tongue to gently lick his slightly trembling palm.

"Do you also think... I’m pitiful?"

He mumbled lowly, as if asking Alza, yet as if asking himself.

Slowly, he lifted his head, looking out at the moon suspended in the night sky.

This interstellar moon was large and bright.

The silvery-white glow scattered down, like a thin veil covering the metallic windowsill.

When I was young, he was always locked up in the house, unable to go anywhere.

Iron doors tightly shut, windows equipped with guardrails, even the ventilation ducts had sensor alarms.

He was trapped in his own small cage, day after day, year after year.

He couldn’t go out to play with other children, couldn’t go to the starport to watch ships take off and land, nor could he attend family gatherings.

The only thing he could do was draw, using an old paintbrush to smear colors on yellowed paper.

Or perhaps, just sit blankly by the window.