The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle Chapter 190: Upheaval

Alza held the child, standing quietly beside Selene Kane.

He didn’t argue, nor did he complain, not even a frown.

He knew that in this family, so rules didn’t need to be spoken, but everyone must abide by them.

This was an unwritten rule of the family.

In his heart, he actually looked down on Caleb Shaw.

Too busy, too busy to care about the family.

Caleb Shaw spent most of his ti traveling and rarely ca ho.

Even when he ca back, it was with a layer of stardust and a scent of gunpowder, taking a quick glance at the child before leaving again.

Alza felt that after getting married, a male should revolve around his wife and children.

Ho isn’t a hotel, where you co and go as you please.

Feelings need to be nurtured, a family requires maintenance.

If the heart has already flown away, what kind of good partner is that?

He didn’t dare say it out loud, but deep down, he had already judged.

Caleb Shaw was a competent person, but not necessarily a qualified husband.

Selene Kane didn’t bother to move, nor did she bother to argue.

Her position wasn’t earned by shouting.

It was voluntarily offered by husbands kneeling and presenting it.

They were willing to hand over power to her, willing to bow their heads and call her master.

Willing to let her na be written first in the family tree, willing to let the child take her surna.

All of this wasn’t achieved by force.

It was won through her own wisdom, tactics, and deterrence.

She didn’t need to perform gentleness, nor did she have to deliberately please anyone.

As long as she sat there, the entire family had to revolve around her.

The butler leaned in and said a few words.

But Selene Kane’s face imdiately turned iron-blue.

Her gaze instantly turned cold, her pupils contracted.

"Are you sure it’s sent from the Royal Palace?"

"Yes, Female Master."

The butler lowered his head in response, his voice still respectful.

"People from the palace and the master’s personal guards ca together."

He knew Selene Kane hated when others made decisions for her and hated even more when the Royal Palace interfered with her personal affairs.

She took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently.

Her nails dug deep into her palm, leaving crescent-shaped red marks.

Loosened and clenched, clenched and loosened again.

Repeated this several tis, barely stabilizing her emotions.

Really, thicker-skinned than city walls!

The last ti they almost fell out, yet she still dared to send flowers?

That ti, the Royal Palace sent gifts, but she returned them intact.

The reason was simple.

It was an insult to her, not a blessing.

But now, they sent them again, filling the whole courtyard, clearly forcing her to bow her head.

Do they really think she’s free labor?

That her patience has no limits?

She stord into the courtyard with anger, her steps urgent.

Just as she stepped out the gate, the scene before her nearly made her faint on the spot.

The courtyard filled with flowers, layered upon layer, red, pink, white, blooming flamboyantly.

What should have been romantic, now looked like pure humiliation.

The Royal Palace’s sending of flowers was never a simple gesture, but a declaration of power.

They represented so kind of implicit order.

You must accept, must be grateful, must bow.

So many of them, not leaving her a gap to breathe.

Standing in the middle of the floral sea, she felt trapped in a false sense of gentleness.

The air was perated with a strong fragrance, almost suffocating.

The spaceship door opened, and a person walked out.

Smiling indifferently, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, yet with not a hint of warmth.

The eyes behind the glasses were calm.

Selene Kane tugged at the corner of her mouth, forcing a smile upwards.

"The items are delivered, you can leave now. No als for you here, and we don’t keep guests."

Such a person, with nothing but experints in mind.

Probably no room left for any extra emotion.

Selene Kane rembered clearly.

The Empress’s loyal follower, always by her side, listening to her commands, circling around the Empress.

"Miss Kane, long ti no see, why are you like an iceberg? So cold that people dare not approach."

"Take care, not seeing you off."

Selene Kane’s tone was cold.

The butler was anxious, frowning, the veins on his temple throbbing, quickly leaning in to her ear.

"Female Master, he’s Your Majesty’s Close Minister, with a distinguished status, we should give him so face, can’t be so ruthless."

"Close Minister"?

Selene Kane was stunned, her pupils contracted slightly.

She initially thought this person was just an unremarkable eunuch in the palace.

At most, a ssenger, not taking him seriously.

On the way ho, she gradually extracted this person’s background from Caleb Shaw’s mouth.

Caleb Shaw was always well-inford, but when he spoke of this person, his tone was unusually cautious.

A genius scientist, S-level spiritual power, entered the Academy of Sciences at twelve, hailed as a once-in-a-century talent.

By eighteen, he had ascended to the chief position, leading the entire research team, even the Empress had to show him so respect.

But further details, Caleb Shaw suddenly silenced, his expression turned subtle, rely waving a hand.

"Don’t ask, even if you do, you won’t find out, nor understand. This person, too deep a water."

A simple conclusion.

This person, not a good guy.

Seemingly gentle and elegant, yet deeply scheming, with unfathomable ans.

No one knows what he’s done in the shadows, or what ulterior motives he harbors.

Selene Kane rolled her eyes lazily.

She leaned languidly against the pillar, her back against the cool tallic wall, supporting herself with one hand.

"How long? I’m still in pain, my Spiritual Sea hasn’t fully recovered, how long can it be?"

"What an unfortunate coincidence. I happen to have so dical knowledge, and have studied ntal trauma recovery, why not let stay and help until you’re fully recovered before I leave, as a way to contribute."

"6."

Selene Kane coldly spat out a number, her eyes fixed on him.

"?"

"Six days?"

He probed tentatively.

Well... six days might work.

The ti isn’t long, but enough for him to secretly observe her behavior pattern.

Maybe even find a flaw in her potion-making process.

As long as he watches her closely, sothing can be gleaned.

The Academy of Sciences researched for years, pouring countless resources, yet couldn’t fathom her potion’s pathway.

The potion ingredients seed ordinary, even replicable with market materials.

But once mixed, the effects were entirely different.

He too had tried, carefully infusing the potion with S-level spiritual power.

But as soon as it touched, the spiritual power dissipated like steam, without effect.

Impossible to stabilize and adhere, let alone reproduce the sa efficacy.

But her potion, not only cald turbulent ntal fluctuations, restored the sanity of berserking Beastn, but also slightly enhanced spiritual power.

This was a groundbreaking discovery!

In the past, such effects only existed in theory, never truly realized.

In the Interstellar, many Beastn stuck at their level, unable to break through their whole life.

Even living for hundreds of years, they could only maintain a half-human, half-beast form.

If this potion could indeed break the shackles.

For the entire civilization, it would be a trendous aid.

It could even alter the direction of species evolution.

At this mont, Selene Kane truly felt she had co to another world.

The way people spoke, thought, and their humor were entirely different from the old Vorath era.