The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 98: Lost Her Balance

He reached out his hand to grab Alza’s collar.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch that thin shoulder.

Heath suddenly stepped forward, firmly blocking the way.

"Don’t touch him!"

"He’s someone brought back by the Female Master personally, Evan Sinclair, neither of us have the right to touch him, let alone hurt him."

Evan Sinclair finally couldn’t hold it in, his eyes instantly turned red, bloodshot eyes filling the sockets, his arm trembling uncontrollably.

"So we just keep enduring? Keep retreating? Keep watching her do whatever she wants?"

He practically shouted.

"Heath, didn’t we agree back then? As long as we ignore her and don’t respond to her, she would grow tired of us and let us go! But now? What are you doing? Bowing and scraping, pleasing her, coaxing her, even starting to defend her?!"

His disappointment wasn’t just towards Heath, but even his own brother Ethan Sinclair chilled him to the bone.

"What have you all become now?"

Evan Sinclair’s gaze swept past Heath and landed on Ethan, his voice hoarse.

"Everyone’s pleasing her, making her happy, dining with her, working for her... Do none of you want to leave? Want to escape this place? Want to regain your freedom? Have you forgotten how we endured those days before?"

Ethan kept his mouth shut, head lowered.

He indeed didn’t want to leave, nor did he want to escape anymore.

But he didn’t dare to say this out loud, nor did he dare to meet his brother’s eyes.

In the past, every time he was whipped, it was his brother who stood in front of him.

It was his brother who took the lashings, his brother who couldn’t sleep at night from the pain.

Yet the next day he’d still smile and say, "It’s okay."

Back then he swore he’d get stronger and lead his brother out of the clutches of this ruthless Female.

Yet now, he didn’t even have the thought of leaving, couldn’t even manage to resist.

Heath gently patted Alza’s back.

"I... I can’t quite explain it. Maybe I’ve changed, or maybe... life is really different now. Since we became a couple, she’s been slowly improving, no longer getting angry at random, no longer locking us up, starting to try to understand us... All of this is real. As males, we have to go through these things. Endure a bit, persist a bit, maybe... things will truly get better in the future."

Evan Sinclair coldly looked at them, pulling out a bitter smile.

"Alright, alright. Now all of you have changed your hearts, found a new master, learned to conform and please. Am I the bad guy? Am I the fool who doesn’t know the times, who won’t bow down? Am I still clinging to things that should have been let go long ago?"

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving.

Then, he turned around and strode towards the room.

He knew his brother’s temperament.

Once a knot is hard to untie, he’ll lock himself in a room, neither eating nor drinking, remaining silent night after night.

He bit his lip, turned to Heath and said in a low voice: "My brother didn’t really want to get mad at you, he knows you’re not wrong. He’s just... too upset inside. It’s like an open wound, everything hurts when touched. I’ll go check on him, persuade him, so he won’t push himself too hard."

After they left, the room suddenly became quiet.

Heath felt completely drained, slowly lying back on the sofa.

He raised one hand to cover his eyes, trying to block out the glaring light, as well as the tumultuous memories in his mind.

But as his fingers touched his face, his wrist inadvertently turned, allowing him to glimpse that empty stump of a finger.

The ring finger was missing its top segment, the scar twisted and pale.

His mind instantly went blank, his heart seemed to stop for a moment.

In that instant, past images surged forth like a tide.

The cold surgical table, the Female Master’s expressionless face, she said "This is your mark."

Then a flash of a blade, blood splattering on the wall...

The pain from back then still clung to him, like a ghostly shadow that couldn’t be shaken off.

Turning over at night, old injuries would still ache faintly.

He tried numbing his nerves with alcohol, tried submerging in deep water to suppress emotions.

But that pain deep in his bones persistently followed him, refusing to let go.

Yet now, he actually hesitated about whether to leave?

When this thought emerged, it shocked even him.

...

Selene and Zane arrived at the largest shopping mall in Aethelgard.

As soon as they stepped into the hall, the surrounding air seemed to freeze for a moment.

After all, a Marine Beastman standing among the crowd was too conspicuous.

He was half a head taller than ordinary people, his shoulders broad, and the azure scales shimmered faintly under the lights.

The tanks in the mall were displayed one after another, either for showcasing species or storing ingredients, absolutely not for residence.

In those transparent glass boxes, some held ornamental fish, colorful yet lifeless.

Others contained live seafood delivered from restaurant kitchens, lobsters struggling with their claws, marine fish rolling their eyes.

Every tank was confined and oppressive, the surface of the water carrying a faint smell of chlorine and fishiness.

Just looking at them felt suffocating.

Zane stood in front of one of the large ornamental tanks.

Inside, a ray glided by slowly.

He stared at it, motionless, as if seeing another version of himself.

"Stop looking."

Selene said softly.

She didn’t want him to be further agitated.

She knew he was stubborn and never complained.

Yet the more someone was like that, the deeper their inner turmoil.

Zane said nothing, but his hand tightly gripped hers, knuckles trembling.

It was an instinctive dependence, a silent plea for help.

He actually cared a lot.

Cared about others’ gazes, cared about his own identity, cared even more about appearing dignified in front of her.

If it were her, going to pick a bed with someone else.

Only to find they were all cages for humans, she’d feel upset too.

"I have a spare basement under my villa, we can convert it, make you a private space."

But Zane’s face looked a bit unpleasant.

Along the way, his ears were filled with gossip.

Things like "lowly pet" and "living off a woman", just hearing it hurt.

Those voices hidden behind laughter, nestled within pointing fingers.

He wanted to stand honorably by her side, be her partner, her male.

Not dependent, not as a guest.

But standing side by side, facing the storms together.

"Just decide, I’ll listen to whatever you say."

His voice was muffled, carrying a hint of concession.

But truthfully, he was more mature than those at home.

Never throwing unreasonable fits, never slamming the door over a harsh word from her.

He knew how much she has sacrificed for him.

So he would rather make himself somewhat uncomfortable than make her feel troubled.

Selene found the mall manager and explained her renovation needs.

Upon hearing her, the manager’s expression immediately changed, a smile spread across his face, repeatedly saying "no problem," "right away," "priority service."

It turned out she was a StarNet certified top Beast Tamer.

She held numerous rare Beastman dossiers under her name, a status not to be underestimated.

The manager quickly arranged for a construction team to come, stating they could start work the same day once payment was confirmed.

She didn’t ask much more, decisively swiping her card.

But when StarNet prompted a two million deduction, she nearly lost her footing.