The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 73: Thanks to You

That wasn’t an ordinary frenzy, but a sign of complete loss of control on a mental level.

A slight oversight could lead to a bloodbath.

Ethan Sinclair and Miss Kane rushed inside as soon as they got off the spaceship, their steps hurried.

They couldn’t bother to tidy up their clothes or hide their emotions, only wanting to confirm their parents’ safety as soon as possible.

Selene followed closely behind, her steps steady.

Her fingers slightly curled, her palms still sweaty, yet she showed no sign of panic.

As soon as she entered the hall, she saw Duke Osborne quietly lying at Lady Lynn’s feet.

Such a massive body, a white tiger form three times larger than an average person.

Just the raised muscles on his back were enough to intimidate.

Yet at this moment, the golden beast eyes that had once terrified many were submissively lowered, tail swaying gently, ears flattened against the back of his head, well-behaved like a cat coaxed to sleep.

Lady Lynn looked up at them, her expression weary, eyes bloodshot, lips somewhat pale.

She gently stroked Duke Osborne’s head, then slowly spoke, her voice hoarse: "Sorry for worrying you all."

The brothers immediately knelt, their knees hitting the floor with a dull thud.

Their voices trembled, filled with unmistakable fear and pleading: "Mom, did Dad hurt you? Did he... did he go berserk at you? Please believe, he would never hurt you... he’s awake, just backfired by spiritual power...

Please don’t abandon him."

Lady Lynn was silent for a few seconds, her gaze sweeping over her sons.

"He didn’t hurt me."

"But you must remember, he is always your father."

Ethan could tell that there was no warmth left in his mother’s words.

His heart sank to the bottom.

What on earth happened?

The mother who once cradled Dad in her hands, worried for half a day over a mere cough, how could she have become so cold?

Her eyes no longer held affection, only alienation and fatigue.

Could there really be no chance to turn back?

Could the male who once held this family together have truly reached an irreparable end?

He instinctively glanced back.

Selene stood quietly, straight, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall.

Her gaze was gentle, yet neither obsequious nor intimate.

She maintained the decorum befitting a daughter-in-law, while keeping just the right distance.

He had always found her annoying before, thinking she was too quiet, too indifferent, like an outsider.

But now, as she stood there, without noise or argument.

Her very presence seemed to tell everyone...

This family still had hope.

Lady Lynn smiled at Selene.

"I’m really sorry for letting Miss Kane watch the commotion."

Her voice was lighter, tinged with self-reproach and apology.

"There was an accident at home, and it’s quite inconsiderate of me to trouble your Beast Husband to come and help in the middle of the night. Caleb Shaw is so busy, and I disturbed him, which I really shouldn’t have. I will definitely come personally to apologize another day."

The elders were so courteous, naturally the younger ones couldn’t put on airs, even less so be petty.

Selene smiled gently, "Mom, you’re too kind. We’ve been family for a long time, you know that. Caleb is like half a son to you; helping out when there’s trouble at home is the right thing to do, it’s not a bother."

Lady Lynn paused for a moment, her gaze sweeping back and forth over her two sons.

She couldn’t help but smile, the corners of her eyes creasing with fine lines.

It looked like the children were getting along well, already so close.

That put her mind at ease.

At least on this stormy, impending night.

The family remained, people remained, affection remained.

"The Commander is still outside assisting with controlling other rampaging Beastmen."

She explained softly, her tone carrying a hint of heaviness.

"As you know, he has A-level spiritual power, and once it erupts, nearby low-rank Beastmen can easily be affected by spiritual shock, triggering a chain reaction. The moment his emotions went out of control, all the Beastmen nearby fell into chaos, the situation was very urgent, which is why the military was alarmed."

Selene nodded, looking composed.

"I’m glad you’re safe. I was really worried seeing how tense the situation was earlier. Fortunately, you’re unhurt. It looks like Duke Osborne has stabilized now."

She spoke, her gaze falling on the massive figure not far away.

The giant tiger was using its hind legs to support itself, its furry tail lazily flicking, yawning with its head raised.

But Lady Lynn’s gaze always stayed on Selene.

She watched her eagerly, eyes shining with barely concealed curiosity.

"Miss Kane, I’ve always been curious, how did you make that perfume you gave me?"

"Just now, I tried to use spiritual power to calm, but he resisted especially, his consciousness chaotic, completely unable to communicate. In desperation, I sprayed that perfume you gave...

Unexpectedly, he immediately calmed down."

Her tone gradually became excited.

"It’s really thanks to you that a bigger mess was avoided. Otherwise, not just our family, the whole block might have suffered."

Selene’s heart lit up, having originally worried that this method only worked on certain specific species.

To find out it worked on everyone, regardless of genetic level or spiritual body structure, was surprising.

This way, things got much easier.

She realized that the perfume in her hand might not just be an emergency measure.

But a new, highly valuable therapeutic method.

She suppressed her excitement, trying to steady her breathing.

She bowed politely, giving a formal salute.

"I’m glad I could help you, truly an honor. But... I’m a bit worried about my partner, Mr. Caleb Shaw, I hope you can understand my feelings."

Lady Lynn squinted slightly, scrutinizing Selene for a moment, then gently nodded.

She had long seen that this young female was unwilling to discuss the source of her abilities.

After all, things that can calm top-level spiritual outbursts are too precious, almost equivalent to a life-saving trump card.

No one wants to tell others easily.

Especially in such a class-divided, resource-dominated world.

She smiled slightly.

"You are really a thoughtful female, not only calm but always concerned about your partner’s safety. The scene just now is basically under control; the Beast Husbands’ spiritual fluctuations are calming down, I reckon the guard team is now doing the final wrap-up. Just wait a little while, there won’t be too much trouble."

The hall quieted down, a thread of restless air still lingering.

Looking around, aside from the sofa where Lady Lynn was sitting, which was still intact, everything else was in tatters.

Leather torn, wooden frames broken, with even some scorched marks in places.

The floor was also covered with claw marks and shattered glass, sofa cushions scattered haphazardly on the ground.

It was clear that the chaos of moments ago was far more severe than she had imagined.

The mental storm had nearly swept through the entire space.