The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 124: Precision

"Don’t be sad. Even though you don’t have a gentle and considerate partner, you still have me, your strong and reliable brother. Haven’t we always shared joy and hardship together?"

The beastman of the Wolf Clan looked up with tears in his eyes, looking at him.

"Come on," the beastman grinned, flexing his wrist, "let’s have a fight to get over it. I guarantee you’ll feel better afterward!"

"Are you crazy? Who wants to fight with you?"

The beastman of the Wolf Clan suddenly jumped up, pushed him away, still with tears on his face but couldn’t help laughing.

A few of them were shoving each other, laughing together.

The laughter echoed in the dusk of the military camp, and in truth, they were all happy for Caleb Shaw.

The commander who was always so cold finally had someone to care for, a vulnerable point.

But there was one person who couldn’t stand it.

And that was Sig, who had just returned to the team.

He returned, dust-laden, from patrolling the border.

He had just changed out of his combat uniform when he heard the camp buzzing with talk about Caleb having a child.

His face immediately darkened, his gaze sharp as a knife.

As Caleb Shaw’s deputy, he was well aware of how that woman bullied Caleb back then.

During that period, the colonel was tormented, battered and emotionally near collapse.

Yet, even in excruciating pain, he never once bowed his head to her.

And now, Caleb suddenly recognized the child, even took the initiative to ask for leave, a complete 180-degree shift in attitude. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

There’s no way he recognized the child willingly this time.

It must be that woman using the child as leverage, forcing him to compromise, to bow!

Thinking of this, Sig felt a surge of anger, his chest heaving violently.

He swiftly turned around and marched towards the crowd, a fierce look in his eyes.

"Hey!"

He dashed into the midst of the playful soldiers.

"We’re just messing around, why are you taking it seriously?"

"Stop babbling, if we’re going to fight, let’s fight for real!"

His words completely set off the other’s temper, their face darkened, a flash of anger in their eyes.

He snorted coldly, clenched his fists, and faced him head-on without showing weakness.

Without another word, the two started attacking each other, fists and feet flying.

Their moves were fierce but not excessively harsh, clearly restraining their strength.

The fight was crisp and neat without unnecessary words.

A few minutes later, both were panting and separated.

Neither had the upper hand, but the fight dissipated their hostility.

They looked at each other and surprisingly, both showed a trace of a smile.

Evan Sinclair and Ethan Sinclair watched Selene Kane’s belly every day, taking turns guarding from morning till night, unwilling to look away for even a moment.

Watching as her belly grew bigger day by day.

They were both amazed and excited, almost unable to resist gently touching it every day.

As soon as the baby inside her belly moved, their reactions were more intense than anyone else’s.

"Brother, do you think our future children will be like this?"

Ethan Sinclair rested his chin in his hand, watching Selene gently caress her belly, his eyes full of longing.

Upon hearing this, Evan Sinclair puffed out his chest with pride.

"We are of the White Tiger Clan, pure bloodline, extraordinary talent! Our offspring will definitely be bigger, stronger, able to kick and turn at birth, ten times more capable than other cubs!"

"Then I want to have a son," Ethan crossed his arms, squinting with anticipation, "he will be especially mighty in the future, as domineering as you, making everyone respect him by three points."

Evan chuckled and patted his younger brother on the shoulder.

"Your thinking is too single. I, on the other hand, want a daughter," he gazed softly at Selene, "as cute and adorable as the Female Master, with a smile that can melt the heart."

Nowadays, the two brothers have matured considerably and have shed the recklessness of their youth.

Whether in speaking or dealing with others, they exude a calm and reliable aura.

In the Interstellar World, childbirth has long since transcended the boundaries of blood relations.

No matter whose child it biologically is, as long as it is carried by a Beast Husband,

all partners must jointly raise and share the responsibility of upbringing.

Newborns look human, with fair and tender skin and delicate features.

But what’s unique is that some children are born with a pair of furry beast ears, some with a soft tail, and a few with a body covered in fine fuzz due to special constitutions.

In the interstellar society, these traits are generally considered a sign that spiritual power has not fully awakened.

The more a child finishes transformation in the womb and is born in complete human form, the more they are seen as exceptionally gifted and having boundless potential.

Such cubs often have stronger perception and affinity.

In the past, Beast Husbands would take the cubs out for adventures.

Hunting, running, and honing instincts in the wild, letting the wildness flow naturally in the bloodline.

But now, with a comfortable life and stable society, most of the new generation have lost their wildness, even their roars sound like coquettish cries.

Thus, Evan and Ethan always pondered on how to train their children in the future, whether to send them to a jungle training camp, or start practicing physical fitness and perception from an early age, or wait until they can speak to tell them family legends to awaken the fighting spirit in their bloodline.

Heath Langdon was exhausted every day, with dark circles under his eyes as if he’d been punched.

Yet, despite being physically drained, his eyes were frighteningly bright.

He worked on making necklaces day and night, from morning until late at night, hardly ever stopping.

Sometimes inspiration would strike suddenly, and he’d immediately put down his work, grab paper and pen, and quickly sketch a few designs.

The lines were smooth, the composition exquisite, each stroke embodying years of accumulated aesthetic and skill.

He dared not alter Selene Kane’s designs on his own.

But with his works, he was unrestricted, able to freely express his unique understanding of materials, light and shadow, and structure.

When he finally sent his first new design to an old friends’ group chat, the chat interface exploded instantly.

Message after message popped up.

"Is that Heath Langdon? He’s still alive?"

"Oh my, he’s back, and he’s returned with entirely new work!"

When he injured his hand, everyone wrote him off.

But now, he’s crushing those harsh words with his strength.

He intends to reclaim everything that rightfully belongs to him.

Honor, status, and the dignity of a designer.

Selene Kane’s belly was not particularly high, her figure still proportionate, and she walked with a light step.

Apart from severe morning sickness at first, where she almost vomited everything she ate,

it gradually improved, and apart from a bigger appetite, needing five or six meals a day,

there were hardly any other reactions.

She even joked, "This child is quite obedient, doesn’t trouble mom."

Perhaps it was because Caleb Shaw was always by her side, taking care of her closely.

With stable emotions and a comfortable environment, the child was especially well-behaved, even the fetal movements were gentle and regular.

Even when she lay on the sofa, touching her belly, she could feel a sense of peace.

The due date was set for tomorrow at 10:50 AM, precise to the second.

Don’t ask why it’s so accurate.

Because Stellaris Hospital’s AI system calculates the precise time using maternal data, fetal development curve, star trajectory, and genetic inheritance model, with an error margin of less than three minutes.

Selene Kane glanced at the screen, smiling: "Pretty accurate, I believe it."