The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 153: The Chosen by the Gods

Whether it was standing guard for her late at night, or staying up through the night when she had a fever.

She remembered every single thing.

She remembered whoever was good to her.

Now, it was her time to repay.

As soon as the water touched Isaac Vaughn’s tongue, his furrowed brows relaxed a little.

Seraphina Caldwell scooped up some more and fed it to Wyatt Yardley in the same way.

Wyatt Yardley lay on the other side, with an ice silk blanket underneath him, a treasured item of his tribe that could slow the worsening of his injuries.

Seraphina knelt beside him, gently lifted his head, and let the water drop into his mouth.

The wound on his chest was deep enough to see the bone.

Strangely, once the water entered his body, the flesh at the edges of the wound began to slowly close.

His eyelashes trembled slightly; although he didn’t open his eyes, his breathing became noticeably more steady.

When it was Gideon Larkin’s turn, Seraphina was momentarily stunned.

His right arm was almost torn apart from the shoulder to the elbow, a mess of blood and flesh.

Seraphina squatted down, her brow furrowed, feeling a sharp pain in her heart.

Time was pressing; she could only force her weakened legs to steady, her hands trembling as she continued.

As soon as the water touched the skin, the originally dark and purple poisonous hue faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But when it was Aidan Sullivan’s turn, her hand suddenly froze.

Only a layer of water remained in the ceramic pot.

She had just fed three people in a row, each drinking at least two mouthfuls.

The use of the Spiritual Spring to cleanse the severe wounds of the three far exceeded her estimate.

At this moment, only a small water glow the size of a fingernail was left at the bottom of the pot.

Seraphina bit her lip.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she poured the last bit of clear spring water into Aidan Sullivan’s slightly open mouth.

She quickly selected the deepest through-wound on his leg.

One drop, two drops, she dripped all of the remaining Spiritual Spring water onto the cracked blood wound.

A miracle occurred once more.

The originally hideous, turned-out flesh gradually closed together, leaving only a faint pink mark.

Only after confirming that the bleeding had completely stopped did Seraphina finally unclench her tightly held fist.

She slowly stood up and moved step by step to the cave entrance.

There, a package of medicine left by the Witch Doctor before he left lay quietly.

She squatted down, her fingers trembling as she untied the knot, pouring out a handful of leaves.

Reaching out, she grabbed the leaves and crushed them firmly in her palm.

Then she scooped up a small bowl of well water from the corner, stirred it a few times, and mixed it into a thick medicinal paste.

Afterwards, she bent down to the side of the four Beast Husbands, applying the layer of medicinal paste evenly over their wounds.

In fact, those wounds deep enough to see bone had already been completely healed by the Spiritual Spring Water, and now only new tender flesh remained under the skin.

This medicinal paste was merely a cover.

It would prevent the Witch Doctor from becoming suspicious when checking in the future, and could hide from Ian Brighton’s eyes during inspections.

She even left uncleaned blood stains deliberately, covering them thickly with the medicinal paste.

From a distance, it was impossible to tell whether the wounds had healed.

After finishing these tasks, Seraphina could no longer hold on and slowly slid down to sit with her back against the stone wall.

She opened her eyes, looking over each of the faces of the four Beast Husbands.

The once ashen faces gradually showed a healthy flush, and their lip color returned to normal.

Suddenly, the sound of light footsteps came from the cave entrance.

She immediately looked up alertly, but upon recognizing the approaching person, she lowered her voice.

"Kaelan Hawthorne, come in and help me move them to the hay piles. Don’t let them sleep on the ground, the night chill is heavy, it will cause illness."

Kaelan Hawthorne’s gaze swept over, immediately landing on the four Beast Husbands.

Their faces, once pale as paper, now showed a healthy redness.

He turned to look at Seraphina, his brow moving slightly.

But in the end, he said nothing, only silently nodded and carefully lifted one of the Beast Husband’s arms.

When his hand accidentally brushed against Gideon Larkin’s arm, his fingertips skimmed over the thick layer of medicinal paste.

However, beneath the medicinal paste, the originally blue-black skin had already returned to its normal color.

That was a sign that the poison had receded and the vital energy returned.

Kaelan Hawthorne knew well that this paste was just ordinary Blood Stopping Grass, and it couldn’t detoxify at all.

The role of Blood Stopping Grass was only to prevent excessive bleeding; it had no effect on poison.

Moreover, the poison they had wasn’t ordinary snake venom or miasma but came from the fangs of the Dire Beast Bone-Eater Centipede.

That kind of poison would corrode the meridians, invade the mind.

Without a special antidote, death would occur within three days.

Yet the person in front of him, after using only this bit of medicinal paste, gradually steadied his breath, and his face changed from gray to red.

This was too abnormal.

Not just Gideon Larkin, the other three were the same.

On the surface, it wasn’t visible, but within a few short hours, they had come back from the brink of death.

This recovery speed far exceeded the effects that ordinary herbs could bring.

No wonder she wasn’t panicked when she heard the Witch Doctor say "won’t last through tonight."

It wasn’t that she was cold-blooded, but she had a plan from the start.

Four males, pulled back from death’s door, and even detoxified...

This was simply a miracle.

Even the oldest Witch Doctor in the tribe had only seen true "resurrection" twice in his life.

Once was a hundred years ago when the High Priest sacrificed his life to perform an Ancient Curse.

The other time was when the previous Clan Leader saved a trusted aide with Divine Blood.

And now, four severely injured, dying males, without any ceremony, had regained their vitality with just a little medicinal paste.

If it were spread, Seraphina would be regarded as "chosen by the gods," and many would covet her.

But Seraphina, a female with no spiritual power, how did she do it?

In the tribe’s understanding, those who could heal and save lives must have strong spiritual power, at least a Level Three Healing Master.

But when tested from a young age, Seraphina’s spiritual power readings were nearly zero.

She couldn’t cast Healing Spells, didn’t understand the flow of meridians, and hadn’t received formal training in medicine.

What right did a "useless female" have to make the Bone-Eater Centipede’s poison ineffective?

If this were found out, she’d surely be fought over by crazed individuals.

Kaelan Hawthorne’s eyes darkened as he quietly smoothed out the medicinal paste again without saying anything.

He had long realized that Seraphina was extraordinary.

But she had never harmed anyone; instead, she’d saved companions repeatedly in critical moments.

So he was willing to keep her secret, even if it meant bearing the guilt of concealment.

Now he only asked for one thing.

Don’t mention breaking the contract, don’t leave him.

What does it matter if a female has secrets?

Previously it was his fault for being blind, always suspecting and neglecting her.

Now he only wanted to stay by her side, not wanting to let go for a moment.

If he could do it over again, he would never leave her waiting for him on a rainy night.

If it meant kneeling to keep her, he would do it every day, willing to accept it.

He didn’t care about dignity, nor about others’ opinions.

If the warriors in the tribe knew that a distinguished warrior knelt daily for a "useless female," they would surely mock him as foolish.

But he didn’t care.

As long as Seraphina was willing to stay, he could kneel before the ancestral shrine and vow to her ancestors to protect her for life.

As long as she nodded, he would lay down his life for her.

Seraphina quietly observed Kaelan Hawthorne’s expression, seeing that he didn’t say a word and only helped her silently, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Afraid that Kaelan Hawthorne would ask about the origin of the paste.

She didn’t dare to gamble, didn’t dare to take risks.

But Kaelan Hawthorne asked nothing, simply doing his work quietly.

This tacit understanding made her eyes slightly warm.

She knew, he actually understood everything, but he pretended not to.

After all four were settled, her eyes fell on Isaac Vaughn.