The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 169: Never Considered It

In her past life, relatives and friends surrounded her and asked, "When are you getting married?"

"When do you plan to have children?"

She always rolled her eyes, sneering inwardly, "It’s my life, do I need you to worry about it?"

But now, every single word is etched in her heart.

Not because she agrees with it, but because she finally understands.

Behind those words lie the simplest expectations.

They hope she is happy, not lonely, and has someone by her side.

Heath Langdon closed his mouth, not daring to say more, fearing she would ignore him, only lowering his head and cautiously following behind her.

His fingers quietly curled, his nails digging into the palm of his hand, using the pain to remind himself:

As long as she lets him follow, he will be satisfied.

As Selene pushed open the door, she saw Caleb Shaw standing by the wall near the entrance.

His complexion was slightly pale, as if he hadn’t had a good rest last night.

"Female Master."

He turned slightly, but his gaze lingered for a moment on her neck.

The faint red mark was still there.

His eyes paused briefly, with a hint of an imperceptible emotional fluctuation in their depths.

"Female Master, good morning."

Selene also smiled.

Her smile spread naturally across her face.

"Good morning."

The two acted as if nothing had happened.

Yet there seemed to be an invisible thin layer of ice in the air.

But when her gaze shifted to the other side of the door where Heath was, Caleb’s expression instantly chilled.

It was a very subtle change.

He knew what happened last night early on.

Heath came to see the Female Master, wanting to plead for Evan and Ethan Sinclair.

Caleb did not stop him, allowing him to enter.

Not because he was soft-hearted, but because he knew what was meant to come would come.

He understood why.

Even if Lady Lynn chose to ignore it.

But he, as the main husband, bore not only honor but also responsibility.

He must clear all potential risks for the Female Master.

Even if the threats come from blood relatives.

No matter who says what, Evan and Ethan should have been gone long ago.

As long as they stay in this manor, they are ticking time bombs.

They could explode at any moment and disrupt the hard-earned peace of the Female Master.

Stay?

Then they can only be locked up, tightly watched, cut off from all outside connections.

The males’ hearts must be entirely focused on the Female Master.

If they linger on the maternal family, clinging to old feelings, they will only become a burden on the Female Master’s path forward.

Heath instinctively straightened his back, seemingly wanting to project some strength in front of Caleb, maintaining some semblance of dignity as a descendant of the Sinclair Family.

But having been frail for years, his thin body would gasp even from standing too long.

How could he compare to Caleb, who undergoes rigorous training daily and has extraordinary physical strength?

Caleb just stood there silently, without a word or movement.

But the pressure he exuded was enough to make people feel ashamed.

Heath only felt a tightness in his throat.

Selene took the child from the nanny beside her.

The little one, just leaving the nurse’s embrace, began to cry loudly as soon as he was in her arms.

"Lady Female Master," the butler stepped forward anxiously, "the child needs your spiritual power to calm him. It’s his first time feeling the maternal spiritual fluctuation, he’s a bit uneasy... even his eyes are full of grievance."

Upon hearing this, Selene gently closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to summon the spiritual power within her.

The familiar, light feeling surfaced once again.

She tried to guide this force to flow slowly towards the baby in her arms.

Although her control was still not very adept, the direction of the energy flow was essentially correct.

However... the aura of this spiritual power seemed a bit different from before.

Softer, more enduring.

"Is it S-level again this time?"

She opened her eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in them.

"Was it fully activated in me back then? Or... did the child also inherit the S-level spirit talent?"

"It’s S-level."

The butler’s voice was gentle.

"When we initially chose you as the best candidate for childbearing, it was to give birth to the most outstanding next generation. Of course, the more excellent the child, the greater the significance to the family and future."

She couldn’t help but smile, the joy spreading from her eyes.

Who doesn’t hope for their child to excel?

Which mother doesn’t wish to see her bloodline inherit her glory and even surpass her?

If, like that Empress, although immensely powerful herself, the children born never measure up, mediocre in talent, unable to achieve even the basic spiritual resonance.

If it were me, I probably couldn’t endure the frustration, unable to sleep at night.

"Don’t worry, Mommy’s here."

She lowered her head, softly coaxing.

The little one in her arms was round and white.

He looked at her with big, gleaming eyes.

Suddenly, the little mouth curled into a toothless smile, letting out a few indistinct baby sounds.

Selene’s heart instantly melted like a pool of spring water.

She gazed at the little face in her arms, eyelashes quivering gently, the small mouth smacking unconsciously.

Coming to this place, she had never regretted giving birth to this little one.

Even though the pain of childbirth almost made her faint, just a glance from those misty eyes of the child.

All the pain turned sweet.

This little ancestor, really turned all her previous thoughts upside down.

"It’s strange," she murmured softly, her fingertips lightly touching the baby’s tender cheek, "I never thought about wanting a child, never even fantasized about it."

"But now looking at her, it feels like I’ve been waiting an entire life."

"It’s not expectation, not desire, but a destined completeness."

"Holding her feels like finding something lost for a long time."

In her past life, she lived purely, independent of anyone, pleasing no one.

Independent to her core, even choosing to cry only when no one was around.

The day she was born, her mother was gone.

Massive bleeding, resuscitation failed.

Her father was a doctor, an expert in rare diseases, and since she could remember, he was always immersed in labs and patients.

She hardly saw him all year round, and when he occasionally returned home, it was just to hastily drop his luggage, pat her head, and rush back to the hospital.

Mother’s love was absent, father’s love was distant.

She learned early to dress herself, cook for herself.

Finally, she was in a reliable relationship with a boyfriend—gentle, caring, responsible, ambitious.

They planned to marry, to buy a house, to register after he completed a border medical aid mission.

But a sudden beast tide swept over the border outpost, he rushed there with the rescue team and never returned.

When the news arrived, Selene was on duty.

She stood at the operation room’s entrance, glanced at the notification message, said nothing, and turned back to the operating table.

But that night, alone in a vacant apartment, she hugged her knees on the bathroom floor.

Crying as if she would cough up her heart and lungs.

Having faced death so many times, she regarded it lightly.

In the hospital, she had witnessed too much death.

Newborns suffocating, the elderly with organ failure, young people in car accidents, soldiers dying in battle...

Every time, she stood at the edge of death, trying to pull back a life.

But more often, she couldn’t pull them back.

She gradually understood life is as fragile as paper.

And she was not a god after all.

She never thought about becoming a mother.