Chapter 204: Chapter 204: I’m Going to Sue

The doctor had said that it was a miracle he survived, as for regaining his full strength...

It might take years, perhaps even longer.

And now, he was pregnant.

For a female, it’s already a huge burden, let alone for a naturally fragile male.

The sound downstairs changed.

The once noisy corridor gradually quieted down.

It was replaced by a low, twisted whimper.

The man’s howling gradually turned into a whimpering dog’s bark.

That was no longer a sound humans could make.

Heath Langdon held a warm bottle of milk formula, his face ashen.

The steam from the porcelain cup rose in a mist, rendering his eyes blurry.

His fingers trembled slightly, the edges of his nails unhealthy with a bluish-purple hue.

"Female Master... it’s time for feeding."

After saying this, he still kept his eyes downcast, not daring to look at Selene Kane’s face, only gently placing the cup on the table.

Selene glanced at him.

Her gaze lingered on his face for less than two seconds, yet it was enough to clearly see that deathly pale face.

That face was pale yet delicate, beautiful enough to unsettle one’s heart.

His brow bones slightly prominent, a straight nose, lips almost transparent in color, and a faint flush at the corner of his eyes.

Fine cold sweat seeped from his forehead, and his hair clung messily to his cheeks.

But she didn’t feel pity; instead, she felt a bit... excited.

Her heart suddenly thumped, and her blood seemed to flow faster.

In that instant, she had a twisted impulse.

To reach out and touch that face.

This thought even startled herself.

She swallowed and turned her face away.

Heath’s heart constricted.

That slight movement, that brief gaze, that quickly averted face...

He felt it all.

She saw but wasn’t willing to look any longer.

Was she... even tired of looking at me?

The courage he had painstakingly gathered was shattered by her words.

He had originally mustered all his strength to walk up this floor, gritting his teeth against the pain, just to personally deliver the milk formula to her.

Yet her one look had shattered all his efforts.

The closer he got, the further she went.

"Female Master..."

His hands hung by his side, the knuckles white, clearly suppressing his emotions.

Upon hearing this tone, Selene bolted away.

"Am I freaking crazy? Actually finding his pitiful look... kind of appealing?"

She stopped at the staircase corner, leaning against the cold wall, taking deep breaths.

The scene just now replayed in her mind.

Heath standing with his head lowered, the pale face, trembling fingertips, that voice almost about to shatter.

Logically, she should have felt disgust or sympathy, yet she actually...

Felt an odd excitement?

The system suddenly popped up: [Host, we’ve detected abnormal spiritual power fluctuations. During your last pregnancy, you were quite calm. Now, your irritability level is off the charts～]

The pale blue virtual interface flickered before her eyes.

The system’s voice maintained its usual playful tone, yet couldn’t hide its caution.

[Monitoring data shows that your emotional fluctuations reached thirty-seven times in the past twenty-four hours, with a sixty-eight percent increase in aggressive tendencies.]

[Suggestion: Calm down, take deep breaths, or... find a punching bag?]

[Maybe... it’s the child affecting you～]

The system’s tone suddenly softened.

[The fetus’s spiritual fluctuations are resonating with you, especially with this one’s genetic origin. Caleb Shaw’s genes are stable and peaceful, whereas this fetus... seems to carry more aggressive factors.]

"Huh?"

Selene was taken aback.

"Caleb Shaw’s child is gentle, Heath Langdon’s child is irritable? Are these two playing personality contrast with me?"

She widened her eyes, her mind a mess.

This pregnancy had been marked by irritability, finding fault with everyone.

Especially Heath Langdon...

She pondered for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief.

"At least I’m not suddenly turning perverted."

She leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down to sit on the ground, raising her hand to rub her temples.

Turns out it wasn’t her personality twisting, but rather the little brat in her belly causing trouble.

No wonder she recently felt like lashing out at everyone.

Even Heath Langdon’s pitiful appearance could make her heart race.

"Harming a male... I really can’t do that."

She muttered to herself, her tone tinged with self-mockery.

Even if the relationship broke down, she never intended to make him suffer.

Yet at the thought of Heath Langdon’s broken yet alluring appearance, she changed her tune.

Her heart raced again, her fingertips involuntarily curling.

The despair in those eyes, the faintly trembling lips, that almost dust-like humility...

Actually gave her an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Forget it, just something easy to handle.

She stood up, patting her pants.

She had never intended to bully him, but if he came to her...

Then he couldn’t blame her for not holding back.

When Caleb pushed the door open, the Enforcers had just left.

The metal door slid open slowly with a deep hum.

Inside the room was a complete mess, burn marks from spiritual power blasts on the walls.

Heath Vance was slumped on the ground, tongue lolling out.

Caleb frowned: "Get up, what kind of image is this."

He stood at the doorway, his figure tall and imposing, a stern look in his eyes.

His gaze swept the room without a ripple.

Heath didn’t budge: "I’m not your subordinate, why should I listen to you? Your wife beat me half to death, I don’t want to live anymore, I’m going to file a complaint!"

His voice was hoarse, with a hint of a sob.

"I demand mental damage compensation! I’m dragging her to military court! I... I..."

Before finishing, he twitched again, collapsing completely.

Caleb removed his gloves, his fingertips faintly gleaming coldly.

His gaze indifferent, he didn’t spare Heath a glance.

He simply flung the blood-stained black leather gloves toward his face.

The gloves drew an arc in the air, landing with a smack on Heath’s cheek.

"Go ahead and sue."

Caleb’s voice was deep and calm.

"I’ll personally watch tonight."

After saying this, he even faintly smirked.

Then he strode forward, taking the stairs two at a time.

The tap of his shoes on the wooden stairs was sharp and crisp, each step like a drumbeat on the heart.

His back was erect and stern, his shoulders sharp as if chiseled, his figure swiftly vanishing in the dim light of the stairwell corner.

The scent of blood slowly wafted up the stairs, like an invisible thin mist, permeating the entire space.

The iron-like tang insinuated the nostrils, nauseating yet impossible to ignore.

The air seemed to still bear the post-fight tension and oppression, even breathing became heavy.

He feared Selene’s sudden fury would lead her to really swing the child around.

This thought flashed through his mind, making his heart clench.

He knew Selene had a fiery temper and ruthless methods.

Once truly angered, she could do anything.

That child may not be her biological offspring, but it was nevertheless an important bloodline in the clan.

If something really happened, the entire situation would spiral out of control.

Heath lay on the ground, body curled up, teeth grinding audibly, veins bulging on his forehead.

His hands were tightly clenched around the floorboard gaps.

Pain radiated from his abdomen to his entire body.

Yet he dared not move, nor did he dare to scream again.

Because he knew, this time, no one could save him.