The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 157: Starting to Pretend?

Oh no, to be precise, it’s "lively and feeble."

Everyone looked like they were on the verge of death, yet miraculously maintained consciousness.

The contrast was so stark, it was simply jaw-dropping.

Ian Brighton’s gaze fell on Seraphina Caldwell, noticing the faint dark veins under her eyes, and only then did he nod slightly.

"The Witch Doctor asserted yesterday that it’s nine out of ten chances of survival, and said making it past this morning would be miraculous. But unexpectedly... they really made it."

He turned to look at Adrian Locke beside him.

"Adrian, quickly call the Witch Doctor over to take a look. Check their injuries thoroughly; one’s hoping it’s not just a temporary recovery before worsening again."

"Alright!"

Adrian agreed promptly, yet silently recited a prayer, having held his breath for so long, finally able to relax a bit.

No one’s dead; that’s the best news!

The situation can still be managed and not spiral into chaos.

The Witch Doctor arrived soon, beginning to examine their injuries one by one.

He first walked slowly over to Wyatt Yardley, squatted down, and gently pressed on the wound on Wyatt’s shoulder.

Wyatt gritted his teeth slightly, a trace of pain showing on his face.

After confirming there was no further infection, the Witch Doctor retracted his hand.

"Fortunately, it’s scabbed over."

Then, he turned around and carefully lifted Isaac Vaughn’s eyelids.

Isaac’s eyes were tightly shut, his eyelids faintly bluish-gray.

The Witch Doctor stared for a moment, sighed lightly.

He reached out to feel the temperature on Isaac’s forehead, his brows furrowing tighter.

Confirming Isaac was just in a deep sleep rather than his soul being injured, he relaxed a bit.

Crouching beside Gideon Larkin, he first stared at the thick herbal bandage on his arm for quite a while.

Then extended his fingers, gently touched the herbal paste on the arm.

"The wound is sealed well; it must have been treated in time."

The Witch Doctor himself lacked spiritual power, relying entirely on years of experience to judge the body’s internal situation.

Seeing their faces pale, without the strength to even turn over, he continued.

"The surface of the wound has scabbed, life is preserved. But you all are severely wounded, primordial energy is depleted, meridians damaged, severe loss of vital essence, no vigorous activity for a short while."

As he spoke, he took out several small clay pots from his leather bag, handing them to Seraphina.

"This is a paste to replenish energy and nourish blood, apply twice daily, morning and evening, and accompany with the decoctions I’ve prescribed, need gradual recuperation."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the three of them.

"Fortunately, males have generally good recovery abilities, particularly you few pure-blooded Beastkin, if only you withstand the most dangerous seven days, you should manage thereafter."

Seraphina immediately nodded beside him.

"Thank you, Witch Doctor Grandpa, we’ll definitely take the medication timely, rest well, and won’t waste your efforts."

She secretly let out a breath of relief.

Luckily, the Witch Doctor only inspected for external injuries, relying on touch and observation, completely unable to detect their actual internal state.

In fact, late last night, Seraphina already used healing power to repair their shattered organs.

Though they appeared feeble on the surface now, they had already recovered but needed to continue pretending.

After the Witch Doctor left, Ian Brighton slowly stood up, glanced at the injured.

"Can you speak now? Who on earth did this to you? Why were you ambushed on the way? Explain clearly."

Wyatt Yardley leaned against the cold stone wall, his shoulders gently heaving.

"It was Silas Shaw of the Eagle Clan. He led over ten adult males from the Eagle Clan, ambushing us at the mountain path turn towards the tribe."

"They suddenly burst forth, armed with sharp blades, aggressive, demanding to snatch Seraphina to be his Female Master, saying the Eagle Clan needs an alliance to consolidate power."

"Isaac Vaughn exhausted all his spiritual power on the spot to protect her, forcibly deploying the Teleportation Technique. At that instant, he transported Seraphina and Kaelan Hawthorne out of the encirclement, directly to a safe location."

"But the rest of us... were left behind."

"Then... we suffered Silas Shaw’s revenge."

He didn’t detail how they were beaten, how their scales were plucked alive.

Those scenes were too bloody, even recalling now made one’s marrow shiver.

Ian Brighton’s face completely turned icy.

He slowly raised his right hand, the Purple Rank Beast Ring on his wrist glimmering coldly.

"Daring to snatch a female, disregarding marriage vows and tribal regulations, even daring to publicly injure her Beast Husband?"

"This flagrantly defies the laws set by The Beast God! Moreso a flagrant challenge to the authority of The Beast Realm!"

He abruptly turned, scanning the entire scene.

"Severe punishment is necessary! Such atrocities must not escape justice!"

He looked at everyone.

"You are still recovering from injuries, inconvenient for further travel alone. Follow me back to The Beast Realm. I will immediately order to summon Silas Shaw for trial; as long as your account is true, with irrefutable evidence, he won’t escape even a bit."

Wyatt Yardley nodded, his gaze slowly turning to Seraphina.

Seeing her nod lightly, he spoke.

"Then, we’ll trouble The Beast King. Everything, as you arrange."

Ian Brighton didn’t delay much, immediately gestured to the accompanying three Blue Rank males to come forward.

"Isaac Vaughn, you’ll support him, Gideon Larkin is yours, Evan Orwell is yours. Be careful, don’t strain the wounds."

The three accepted the order, cautiously assisting the unconscious or half-conscious three to get up.

Then Ian Brighton took a deep breath, his figure suddenly expanded.

A flash of white light, a gigantic black wolf beast instantly appeared.

He growled lowly, crouched down, gesturing for the injured to climb onto his back.

The other three trusted aides also transformed into beast form sequentially.

A gray-maned lion, an iron-hooved unicorn, a black-scaled terrestrial iguana.

They each crouched on the ground, each steadily transporting an injured person on their backs.

Kaelan Hawthorne walked to Seraphina Caldwell.

He bent down, back to her, speaking softly.

"I’ll... I’ll carry you. Don’t be afraid, I’ll be steady."

Seraphina knew, the other Beast Husband were still acting, needed to maintain their feeble state.

Presently, only Kaelan could move freely, relying solely on him to navigate the entire journey.

She hesitated not, gently embracing his neck.

"Thank you, Kaelan."

Kaelan glanced back at her, then silently followed behind The Beast King.

The group slowly set out, heading toward The Beast Realm.

Kaelan’s fox fur was still warm.

His steps were steady, no matter how fast he ran, she could barely notice any shaking.

Seraphina looked down at the tips of his ears, slightly reddened, inadvertently feeling a surge of indescribable emotion internally.

These days, Kaelan’s performance was flawless.

Is it because he saw other Beast Husband around, so he’s started pretending?

Is he deliberately suppressing his emotions?

Only to prevent others from discovering the closeness between them that should not exist?

The procession walked out of the Elephant Clan’s tribe, stepping onto the path leading beyond.

Ian Brighton treading ahead to guide, vigilant against any potential danger.

Kaelan carrying Seraphina walked in the middle of the team, maintaining a safe distance from the front.

Seraphina glanced at Wyatt Yardley being supported nearby.

Seeing his steps flimsy, complexion still pale, her brows gently furrowed.

"Don’t force yourself, speak up if you’re tired, no need to bravado."