The Villainess Wants a Divorce: Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears Chapter 170: The Only Clue

But only after a mont, that rigidity slowly softened.

He didn’t turn around, nor did he reach out to touch her, just stood there quietly.

Evan understood in his heart that she couldn’t control herself at this mont.

During estrus, the desires of a female are no less intense than those of a male.

That instinctual longing cannot be suppressed.

Seraphina pressed her face against his broad back.

After a long while, her consciousness finally returned.

What was she doing?

Out of control again!

A strong sense of sha suddenly surged in her heart.

She had just experienced an emotional upheaval, her consciousness muddled.

It was Evan who had forcefully helped her suppress the heat with spiritual power, allowing her to regain clarity.

Yet she turned around and made such a boundary-crossing move, embracing him without any sense of boundaries.

What kind of behavior is this?

She abruptly stepped back, her movents hasty, almost stumbling.

Her cheeks were burning with heat.

"I’m sorry... you already helped , how could I still..."

She herself felt embarrassed, wishing she could imdiately vanish from the spot.

Her head hung low, not daring to glance at Evan.

Evan slowly turned around.

He stood still, his gaze quietly resting on her face.

"I know."

No bla, no ridicule.

He’s always been like this, hiding everything deeply.

She used to think Evan was the most indifferent to her.

He never approached on his own, nor expressed any care, always solitary.

But after interacting alone with Kaelan, she truly understood.

So people don’t lack emotion; they’re just adept at hiding it.

Their feelings aren’t absent but buried so deep and hidden so well, rarely shown.

When the ti cos, those suppressed emotions will suddenly erupt.

Clearly, Evan had noticed her emotions.

And Evan was just quietly watching her.

His eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Since when did it start?

It seed to change quietly after she t Kaelan alone.

From that point, her gaze at him carried an inexplicable fear.

Yet he never harbored any malice towards her.

But he didn’t inquire further nor linger deliberately.

He simply nodded lightly, then turned, lifted the heavy curtain, and walked out.

Seraphina watched his silhouette disappear behind the curtain, and not until it vanished completely did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

It was only then that she suddenly rembered the real issue.

She had intended to find Wyatt to ask clearly about her father, and the origin of the Fox Clan’s Beast Seal.

That Beast Seal was the only clue left by her father.

If she could ascertain its origin, perhaps she could trace it to find out about her mother’s whereabouts.

Her mother had been missing for years, leaving only this Beast Seal, still carrying a faint hope.

Thinking of this, she felt a tightness in her heart and imdiately stood up, quickly lifted the curtain, and went outside.

Her steps were hurried, her eyes eagerly scanning around, yet she didn’t see Wyatt anywhere.

Just as she was pondering, Evan’s voice suddenly ca from behind.

"Looking for Wyatt?"

Seraphina softly answered.

"Mm-hmm, I have so questions for him."

"He went out with Isaac for so tasks."

Evan stood in place.

But his gaze continued to follow Seraphina.

Seraphina simply replied "Oh."

She didn’t ask where they went, nor did she ntion why she sought Wyatt.

She just turned and went quietly back to her room.

Evan stood alone, his gaze long fixed on the tightly closed door.

Watching her silhouette disappear behind the door, those eyes finally showed so fluctuation.

He saw clearly, Seraphina protected herself from everyone.

She doesn’t trust easily, her guard remains, making it difficult for even the closest to truly get close.

Except for Wyatt, it was different.

Even for the tiniest matters, she was willing to trust him.

Even when he wasn’t there, she wouldn’t ask anyone else.

If there’s sothing to ask him, and he’s not around, she just won’t ntion it, even too lazy to ask anyone else.

But...

She doesn’t rember the promise between them.

The vow uttered under the moon, now only he rembers.

The prison walls were constructed of solid Mystic Stone, heavy and cold.

The prison door was carved from a single block of Mystic Stone, perfectly fitted.

Leaving only a finger-wide gap at the bottom, barely allowing so air to squeeze through.

Inside, it was terrifyingly dark, pitch black.

A man from the Eagle Clan was imprisoned, his limbs bound by Mystic Iron Chains, covered in scars.

This place had no guards, because the prison was so solid that ordinary people couldn’t enter or exit.

Even the most ferocious Spirit Beast couldn’t break this Mystic Stone barrier.

Only during als would soone toss in so rotten at from outside the gap, not even bothering to look.

The at had long decayed.

Yet that man would still struggle to crawl over, even to gnaw a bite, in order to survive.

Because he still rembered, he owed soone a mission unfinished.

Anyone locked in here for half a year would lose weight to a re fra of bones.

Six months of imprisonnt could easily drive the most resilient person to a ntal breakdown.

But Wyatt and Isaac both thought, demoting Silas to Green Rank and locking him for six months was still too lenient.

They knew well, what Silas did couldn’t be offset by just a casual ’sentence’.

Wyatt stood in the rain, his gaze fixed on the massive rock blocking most of the light.

"Just punishing the one who hurt Seraphina like this? Too easy for him. What do you think?"

Isaac stood beside him, his silver-blue hair drenched by the cold rain.

He raised his hand, wiping the rain from his face with his fingertips.

A faint purple glow appeared at his fingertips, a sign that spiritual power was gathering, a precursor to action.

"Back then, he dared to lock Seraphina in the cave, even tried to kill us, should’ve expected consequences beyond the Beast King’s sentence."

"He thinks escaping death is a stroke of luck? No, living should be the real tornt."

Wyatt let out a low chuckle.

"Can’t enter the door, use your spiritual power."

He said coldly.

"Don’t kill him, keep him breathing, let him ’properly’ live."

Isaac nodded.

The faint purple spiritual power instantly surged from his fingertips, forming a sharp, translucent Spiritual Blade.

The blade pierced the rain curtain, deftly drilling into the narrow stone gap.

The next mont, a pained scream erupted from within the stone prison.

"Ah! My leg! It’s broken! My leg is broken! Spare ! I was wrong! I truly was wrong! Please... please let go!"

The screams grew weaker.

Isaac gradually withdrew his power.

He didn’t glance at the stone prison, but turned to Wyatt.

"Crushed a few bones, the left tibia and right ulna are shattered. Spiritual power is left in his body like a venomous snake coiling around his nerves. Every night from now on, he’ll be in such pain he can’t sleep, longing for death, yet unable to die."

Wyatt sneered softly, his lips curving slightly.

The two turned and walked out of the stone building where the man was confined.

If not for thinking about they were still on The Beast Realm’s territory, Wyatt wouldn’t let him off so easily with just this hardship.

He knew the rules set by The Beast King couldn’t be easily broken.

Otherwise, he would make ’living’ as luxurious as possible for Silas.

anwhile, Seraphina was sitting on a bed covered with thick Beast Skin.