The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 152: Won’t Survive the Night

If they could come back to life and personally testify against Silas Shaw, perhaps there would be a glimmer of hope to clear the suspicion of the Elephant Clan.

But if they died, with no one left to testify, he would have to bear this blame forever.

The entire Elephant Clan would be caught in a storm, and might even face the reckoning of The Beast King Ian Brighton.

When the few Beast Husbands were carried into the cave, Seraphina Caldwell never left.

She clung tightly to the side of the stretcher, her eyes fixated on their mangled wounds.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she forced them back.

Now wasn’t the time to cry.

She had to survive to save them.

The cave wasn’t big, but it was meticulously cleaned, every inch of the ground carefully tidied.

Thick layers of dry grass were laid on the ground.

It was evident that Adrian Locke had given special instructions, daring not to be careless.

He knew these people had special status and were injured on the Elephant Clan’s territory.

If they weren’t cared for properly, Seraphina Caldwell wouldn’t let it go.

Therefore, from the location of the cave to the material of the grass, he questioned everything, and even specially assigned two clansmen to repeatedly clean it.

Wyatt Yardley, Gideon Larkin, Isaac Vaughn, and Aidan Sullivan were gently placed on the pile of grass.

They lay on the dry grass, their faces pale as paper, their bodies stained with blood.

As soon as the male members of the Elephant Clan left, a white-haired Witch Doctor came in.

He hunched over, leaning on a bone staff, moving step by step to the side of the grass pile, touching the wrists of the four one by one.

Then he lifted their eyelids, carefully checking the pupil’s reaction.

Finally, he slowly shook his head and said to Seraphina Caldwell and Ian Brighton standing by.

"It’s hopeless, the wounds are too severe. Their flesh is torn apart, bones are exposed, the wounds have already started to rot and blacken, and they’ve been poisoned... The poison is very sinister, it has already infiltrated the blood vessels, damaging the internal organs... I fear they won’t make it through the night."

Seraphina Caldwell had already guessed he would say that, and she was mentally prepared for the worst.

She understood Silas Shaw’s scheme.

Throwing them onto the Elephant Clan’s land to be grievously injured under their watch.

If she arrived a step too late and they died here, all the blame would naturally fall on the Elephant Clan.

Silas Shaw wouldn’t even have to get a drop of blood on his clothes, yet he could rightfully accuse the Elephant Clan of being cold-blooded and heartless for not saving their own kind.

He could even turn the tables, pin everything on the Elephant Clan, using it to win over other tribes and gain greater power and prestige for himself.

Ian Brighton, standing by, couldn’t help but doubt when he saw Seraphina Caldwell’s appearance.

When she first arrived, she was as frantic as a fire on her eyebrows, not even having lunch properly.

But now, hearing these people might die, she seemed so calm.

He frowned, thinking to himself.

Females are indeed so heartless, no matter how dear the Beast Husband is, once they lose their value, they become as useless as discarded items.

But it was then that Seraphina Caldwell suddenly smiled at the old Witch Doctor.

"Grandpa, thank you for making this trip. I understand the situation, and I know they are severely wounded. I’ll take care of the rest, so you won’t be troubled for long. Could you leave me some medicine? I want to personally apply it to them, at least... let them pass comfortably."

The old Witch Doctor sighed again.

He didn’t say much, just took out a few packets of herbal medicine from his satchel and handed them to her.

He carefully explained the use of each medicine.

Seraphina Caldwell listened word for word.

After she thanked him, she turned her head and looked at Ian Brighton.

"Ian Brighton, I’d like to speak with them alone for a moment."

"Could you... please step outside for a moment? It won’t take long."

Ian Brighton was taken aback.

He stared at Seraphina Caldwell for a moment, seeing her calm expression but not the slightest hint of retreat, finally nodded.

It’s normal for a female to want to say her final goodbyes to her dying companions.

This is the oldest tradition in the tribe, and the softest part of the heart.

There’s no reason to stop it, nor should it be stopped.

He then glanced at Adrian Locke, signaling him to follow him outside.

He glanced again at Kaelan Hawthorne, who had been standing in the corner, nodding slightly in his direction.

Then, he turned around, lifted the beast skin curtain, and walked out, with Adrian Locke quickly following.

The cave fell silent.

Kaelan Hawthorne’s gaze traced the side of Seraphina Caldwell’s face inch by inch.

He didn’t know what he was expecting, nor did he dare to think deeply.

He was afraid Seraphina Caldwell truly had no thoughts about them, but couldn’t help wondering, if everyone else was gone, would he be the only one left?

Would she no longer mention breaking the contract?

This thought startled him when it emerged.

If Isaac Vaughn, Wyatt Yardley, and Gideon Larkin couldn’t survive this trial...

Would she never mention those two words again?

Would she stay by his side?

But this thought also made him feel guilty.

How could he ever hope for his companions to die?

Seraphina Caldwell didn’t notice Kaelan Hawthorne’s thoughts, she turned around and softly said.

"Stand guard at the entrance, don’t let anyone in. I want to keep them company for a while."

Kaelan Hawthorne thought she wanted to say a final farewell to the Beast Husbands and didn’t want to be disturbed by outsiders.

He froze for a moment, wanting to say something, but ultimately swallowed his words.

After all, the four of them had lived and died together, and now they were so gravely wounded, everyone would feel uneasy.

It’s understandable that Seraphina Caldwell wanted to be alone for a while.

He didn’t ask more, nodded, and softly stepped out of the cave.

The wind blew through the entrance, and he instinctively looked back.

Seraphina Caldwell crouched down, pressing down one corner of the curtain, ensuring the inside couldn’t be seen from outside.

Then, she held her breath, gently pressed her right ear against the beast skin, and listened for a while.

Once she made sure the only sound outside was Kaelan Hawthorne pacing, she walked to the pile of straw.

Her fingertip moved, and a clear drop of water fell into the pre-prepared clay pot.

The water in the clay pot slowly accumulated into a layer.

She first crouched down beside Isaac Vaughn.

Isaac Vaughn’s face was ashen, his chest heaving so faintly it was almost invisible.

Seeing him like this, Seraphina Caldwell’s heart clenched tightly.

That time he had forcibly activated the Teleportation Array, he nearly burned all his Spiritual Power.

His originally silver-white long hair was now dull, and there was an unhealed wound on his temple.

Seraphina Caldwell carefully held his chin, gently lifted it, letting the water drip into his mouth one drop at a time.

The first drop of water fell, Isaac Vaughn’s Adam’s apple trembled slightly.

She had tried on the way, knowing this water worked for Kaelan Hawthorne.

That time Kaelan Hawthorne was scratched by a poisonous vine, she fed him two drops of this water, and in less than a short while, his complexion had improved.

She realized then that this water could not only heal injuries but also awaken critically depleting Life Force.

But she didn’t mention it, afraid of arousing suspicion, more afraid of being asked about its source.

She looked down at the shallow layer of water in the clay pot, calculating in her mind.

Four people, each needing at least three to five drops to stabilize their wounds.

But her power was limited, she couldn’t generate it endlessly.

But she gritted her teeth, thinking.

Even if it’s only enough to save one, she couldn’t stand by and watch them die.

Once the water is gone, it can be replenished, but once people are gone, they’re gone for good.

They were suffering all this because of that damned Silas Shaw.

Silas Shaw was targeting her, yet they were the ones who took the blow for her.

Now, seeing them fall one by one, she could only swallow all her guilt and pain.

Now that they’re lying here, she couldn’t pretend not to see.

It’s not that she wasn’t grateful, she just wasn’t good at expressing it.

These past few months, they had never wronged her heart.