The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 90: Not an Enemy

Selene Kane felt a wave of panic in her heart, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her skirt.

Could it be that she’s seen too many handsome men in magazines and on TV recently, leading to aesthetic fatigue turning into heart overload?

How could she get so nervous just by being near two men?

Could it be a subconscious issue?

"I understand your concerns, so I don’t dare make any guarantees."

She forced herself to calm down, trying to keep her voice steady.

"But if you’re willing to support me, I’m willing to offer up this formula, even if just as a trial, hoping to make a small contribution to society."

She let out a dry laugh, the sound was parched.

The smile hung on her lips but didn’t reach her eyes, instead making her seem a bit guilty.

"It’s also a way to contribute to society."

Lady Lynn’s gaze was sharp, she gently raised the round fan in her hand, the ivory-white fan face slowly lifted, half-covering her slightly upturned lips.

Her eyes, full of laughter, looked at Selene Kane through the fan’s edge.

"If there’s really such a miraculous formula," she said softly, "I definitely won’t let you toil for nothing. Whatever’s deserved, not a penny will be less."

The two women exchanged words back and forth.

This conversation left Evan Sinclair and Ethan Sinclair in complete confusion, their frowns deepening, eyes filled with puzzlement.

"Mom, what riddle are you playing at?"

Evan finally couldn’t help but speak, frowning, his voice carrying a hint of impatience.

"Can you speak more straightforwardly? It’s making my head hurt."

Lady Lynn sighed softly.

She put away the fan, gently placing it on her knee, her expression suddenly turned earnest.

"From now on, treat Miss Kane well, don’t upset her, and don’t let her suffer any grievances. Remember, this is not a joke; if you dare neglect her, you’ll regret it in the future."

The two brothers were stunned, their ears instantly turning red.

They exchanged a glance, then quickly looked down, not daring to meet each other’s eyes.

"Mom, why did you suddenly say this?"

Ethan mumbled quietly, his voice full of embarrassment, his face almost buried in his chest.

Evan cleared his throat, pretending to be calm as he pressed his fist to his mouth, trying to hide his inner embarrassment.

"We haven’t mistreated her, have we? She’s had what she’s needed, food and housing have never been lacking."

Selene Kane turned her head slightly, the corners of her eyes lifted, her lips curved into a cold smile.

That smile held no warmth, only mockery and disdain.

He was momentarily at a loss, his throat felt like something was stuck, unable to utter a word.

Images from the past quickly flashed through his mind.

Indeed, he had often looked down on her, disliked her ordinary background, disliked her blunt speech, disliked her for not being "nobly bred."

But on the flip side, she hadn’t spared him from her "lessons" either.

Last month, when he mocked her soup for being too salty, she retaliated that night by serving him an entire bowl of noodles drenched in chili oil.

A few days ago, when he accidentally damaged her treasured experimental notes, he found his beloved motorcycle painted in fluorescent pink the next day...

At that moment, Evan silently closed his mouth, not daring to debate any further.

No one owed anyone.

Moreover, Evan secretly glanced at Selene Kane, then quickly looked away.

Honestly... he didn’t find her that annoying anymore.

He used to think she was arrogant, overbearing, acting high and mighty all the time.

But over these days, he noticed that she’s been trying to change.

Though her words were still sharp, her actions had begun to soften.

If she could remain gentle, without losing her temper at the drop of a hat.

He wouldn’t be opposed to trying to accept her, even if it just meant being a bit more tolerant, which was also a form of compromise.

Ethan was more direct, he nodded seriously, reaching out to pull Selene Kane into his arms.

"Mom, I understand."

He buried his face in her shoulder, his tone softening.

"Don’t worry, we’ve grown up, we know what’s right and wrong."

Evan’s face changed instantly, glaring at his brother, filled with astonishment.

His fingers tightened slightly, his knuckles turning white.

Hadn’t they agreed to ignore her together?

When did this guy switch sides?

Wasn’t he always with him on the same team, full of suspicion towards this "mother" figure that appeared out of nowhere?

How did he suddenly change like this?

Since when did he get so close to this woman?

He gritted his teeth, his nails almost digging into his palm, but in the end, he remained silent.

After a few seconds of silence, he quietly moved a little closer to Selene Kane.

The movement was subtle, almost unnoticeable, but the distance indeed shortened.

He didn’t look at her, nor did he speak, just stood there.

Lady Lynn watched this scene, smiling contentedly.

"Seeing you like this, I finally feel at ease."

She had always worried that the two children might get hurt because of her presence, that they might reject and resent her.

But at this moment, their figures drawing closer made her feel that all the struggles were worth it.

"Next year, remember to bring little Tiger back for me to see."

She said softly, her gaze falling on Ethan, then sweeping over Evan.

Ethan beamed brightly, with a touch of smugness in his eyes, his lips curling into a grin, revealing a set of neat, white teeth.

"Don’t worry, next year I’ll make sure you get to hold a grandson."

"Little Tiger is so clever, he’ll perform somersaults for you by then."

Selene Kane repeatedly promised to use that bottle of perfume carefully, never to misuse it, and never to let the children be in any danger.

Only then did they reluctantly let go, their fingertips trembling slightly as they parted.

Before leaving, Lady Lynn didn’t forget to remind them not to fight anymore, her tone serious with a touch of affection.

"You’re brothers, not enemies. Talk things out, don’t resort to fists, understood?"

"Miss Kane, is there anything else?"

Lady Lynn asked gently, her gaze calmly falling on Selene Kane’s face.

"Well, Lady Lynn," Selene Kane leaned forward slightly, "when you smelled that scent earlier, did you feel anything unusual? I mean, did the fragrance cause any emotional fluctuations, or any changes in your spiritual state?"

She herself had no spiritual power, relying entirely on the children to convey feelings.

She had secretly tried it and thought the scent was quite pleasant, subtle.

But she knew it might be different for those with spiritual power.

Lady Lynn slightly furrowed her brow, thoughtfully recalling for a few seconds, her brow slightly knitted.

"I’m sorry, by the time it was my turn, the scent was already faint, I didn’t feel anything special."

She shook her head, her tone carrying a hint of apology.

"Perhaps earlier, when others first smelled it, they felt something, but for me... there was indeed nothing unusual."

After all, cases of females experiencing spiritual power issues are extremely rare.

They are inherently calm and accommodating, with stable emotions and milder spiritual fields.

Unlike males, who are prone to emotional turmoil leading to spiritual upheaval.

This is a physiological advantage, and also a conclusion drawn from long-term social observation.

Even if this thing truly works, the market might not be big.

Ordinary people have no use for it, and there are very few females with spiritual power imbalances, so the demand is naturally limited.

"You have A-level spiritual power, right?"