The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 171: Capable of Anything

Earlier she mentioned once about wanting to go out and do something. He thought it was just a passing remark, and she’d forget about it after a few days.

Later on, when she didn’t bring it up again, he felt relieved.

He thought he had already entrusted all his property, all his power to her.

She had everything she could want, shouldn’t she be content?

Shouldn’t she be bored?

But he didn’t expect that she meant it seriously.

It wasn’t just a whim, it wasn’t fleeting enthusiasm, but she truly intended to do it.

Since she wanted to do it, then let her do it.

Caleb Shaw had all kinds of skills and talents.

Even if she poked a hole in the sky, he was willing to wipe it clean, piece by piece, to restore it.

Selene Kane stood in the sunlight, squinting her eyes, lightly rubbing her temples with her fingers.

Back in another world, she relied on that magical Golden Finger, getting whatever she wanted.

But now, the system was gone, her abilities were lost, and she was no different from an ordinary person.

Her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and a trace of unease rose in her heart.

What if one day the Empress turns against her, feels displeased, and sends people to strangle her on the street.

She wouldn’t have the room to resist.

She’s no fool; she knows what it means for the rabbit to die and the dog to be cooked.

"Female Master."

The butler approached with lowered head, footsteps gentle, hands folded in front of him, offering a respectful posture.

"The young lady you brought back has awoken."

"Hmm?"

Selene Kane was stunned, suddenly looking up, with a flash of surprise in her eyes.

Yes, she almost forgot.

That day, while fleeing for her life, she instinctively pulled Claire Joyce out of the fire.

She reached out without hesitation, not giving it much thought.

After all, they had once been friends, sisters, partners through thick and thin.

But now that she has awoken, Selene finds herself at a loss.

How should she deal with it?

Of course, there’s animosity.

The betrayal of the past, the calculations behind the scenes, those cold words and flashing swords, she remembers them all.

But as for hatred, how far could she take it?

Back then, the three of them were inseparable.

The closeness of those times was genuine, their bond the only one.

Now, asking her to punish Claire Joyce by her own hand, even demanding her to kill...

Could she really go through with it?

Especially now, Alza has also returned with her.

The old silver striped python, coiled in the corner, motionlessly guarding Claire Joyce.

The butler said that these years, Claire Joyce has been living on the edge to sustain Alza.

But she doesn’t know that back then, Claire Joyce was also living on the edge, waiting for their return.

If Claire died, would Alza hate her for a lifetime?

"Alza, let’s go see Claire."

As she spoke those words, she even held her breath, quietly waiting for his reaction.

Alza’s ears twitched, the tips slightly trembling.

The originally calm eyes instantly glistened, the rims quickly reddened.

"Female Master... I won’t go."

He kept vigil over her the entire night.

From dusk to dawn, three candles burned down, the incense in the burner changed twice.

He just sat on the small stool beside the bed, motionlessly watching Claire Joyce’s pale face.

She was asleep, her lips cracked, occasionally murmuring a few words in her dreams.

Piecing together the truth from her indistinct dream talk.

Last time she spoke those words, he thought it was just nonsense.

But unexpectedly, it turned out to be true.

"What’s wrong?"

Selene Kane stood on tiptoe, gently rubbing his head.

This simple action caused Alza’s heart to tremble, his eyes reddening further.

"Don’t think too much."

She spoke softly, a gentle smile curling her lips.

"I’ve let it go. Aren’t we friends?"

Alza opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but then couldn’t utter a word.

"For so many years, the three of us, none could be without the others."

Selene Kane’s gaze drifted into the distance.

Back then, they huddled in a dilapidated house, no coal in the winter, mosquitoes flying everywhere in the summer.

Yet even so, the three depended on each other for warmth, surviving the toughest times.

"Even if she did wrong, she also endured the hardest days with us."

Her voice remained steady, but at the last few words, she couldn’t help but pause slightly.

"After I left, it was you two supporting this home."

"You took care of her; she took care of you. That’s fate. She took care of you, as she should."

"Claire isn’t a bad person."

"Let’s give her another chance, shall we?"

Alza’s tears fell instantly.

A teardrop hung on his lashes, swaying, reluctant to fall.

In that moment of vulnerability, it was so beautiful it was unbearable to look at directly, yet softened the heart to the point of wanting to reach out to wipe it away.

"Female Master... you’re so kind."

Finally, he choked out, his shoulders trembling slightly.

He spoke the words very slowly.

In this world, it was an ironclad rule that once males married, their lives belonged to the Female Master. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

This was an unavoidable fate, his whole life.

For these years, he survived on Claire Joyce’s support, eating her food, wearing her clothes, residing in her house.

How much hardship she shielded him from, he was well aware.

Yet precisely because she was kind to him, he struggled with this hurdle even more.

If the Female Master demanded he sever ties with her completely.

If she required him to hate her to the core, he wouldn’t know how he’d face the world.

He owed her too much, too much to ever repay even with a lifetime.

His gaze tightened as he surreptitiously glanced at the Palace Attendant nearby.

Ensuring no one was paying attention to them, he quietly led Selene Kane to the door of Claire Joyce’s room.

He lowered his voice and asked, "Female Master, is the matter with you... really resolved?"

Seeing his secretive manner, Selene Kane frowned, thinking that it couldn’t be anything major, she couldn’t help but laugh.

"It’s long resolved."

"She confessed in the palace yesterday, just gave me some sterilization medicine. But look, I have a child now, how long can the medicine work?"

She lowered her head to glance at the sleeping baby cradled in her arms.

"Long expired, so don’t worry."

She shrugged, speaking lightly and effortlessly.

But in truth, she knew that initially the medicine might have had some effect.

Initially when she crossed over, the original body’s state was very poor, hormonal imbalance, irregular menstruation.

Moreover, under extreme psychological pressure, pregnancy was indeed difficult.

In such circumstances, even without medicine, the chances of conceiving weren’t high.

But later on, the inability wasn’t due to the medicine.

It was because her relationship with the original host was so strained.

The more she tried to control it, the more she felt no sense of belonging.

Back then, the original host was severely depressed, like a person drained of their soul.

Often sitting up all night, during the day hiding behind curtains, afraid to face anyone.

Picking at leftover food, walking along the edge of walls, even her smiles were stiff.

How could there be any energy for pregnancy?

She bit her lip, forcing herself to calm down.

Every time she thought, the feeling was suffocating, as if she had experienced it personally.

They were entirely different individuals.

She was Selene Kane, a vibrant modern woman from the twenty-first century.

And the original host?

Huddled in the corner, pleasing everyone, yet unable to avoid sudden breakdowns.

They had no intersection.

But every time she recalled, she felt forcibly dragged into the original host’s dream.

Compelled to relish in those dark, cold, hopeless days.

She hated this feeling.

"Knock knock."