Caleb Shaw stood there, his posture straight.

He slightly moved his Adam’s apple, "I am the Commander."

The butler anxiously slapped his thigh, his face full of urgency.

"No matter how high your rank, what’s the use? Outside, you’re the General, but at home, you’re her husband, and the legitimate one at that. Just that alone, is enough. Don’t forget, she is your lawful spouse, your rightful partner. This relationship is more real than any title."

He paused, his tone becoming more earnest.

"Others respect you? That’s just pleasantries, etiquette, respect for your position, not for you as a person. If you really want to stand your ground in this mansion and live comfortably, you have to make sure her eyes and heart are filled with you. Make her feel that you’re more important than anyone, that no one can replace you."

"The greatest ability of a male is to make her willingly keep you by her side, to want to bear your children, to be willing to entrust her life to you, isn’t it? You have what others can only dream of—her trust, her dependence, her body and heart. Yet you still want to compete with those young punks for trivial attention, is it worth it?"

Caleb Shaw was silent, his lips tightly pressed, looking into the distance.

He swallowed but ultimately did not retort.

He asked himself, how many males used to revolve around her.

He didn’t care at all, even wished she would never give him a second look.

He once thought that distance was the safest way to interact, that indifference was a shield to protect each other.

But now?

He couldn’t even bear her glancing at someone else.

Every night she nestled in his arms, her warm breath gently falling on his neck.

At that moment, he truly felt that this woman belonged entirely to him.

That sense of belonging was so genuine it made him tremble.

He finally responded softly, "Alright."

The butler sneaked a glance downstairs; the two brothers were hugging each other, sobbing uncontrollably.

It gave him a headache, rubbing his temples and muttering, "Oh my, what kind of drama is this..."

He turned back to continue speaking to Caleb Shaw, "Master, you’re not a child anymore, you’re really an old male. You have to understand, in life, you can’t get by just with your fists. Emotions, they’re harder to manage than a battlefield."

"The Osborne Brothers are young now. They may not be favored at the moment, but as you age, become less physically fit and energetic, they will be in their prime and naturally attract all the attention. By then, if you haven’t laid a good foundation, haven’t rooted in her heart, it will be truly too late."

"Stop thinking about going to the battlefield, fighting hard—that’s a young person’s game. You should take a break now, stay indoors with her, talk, hold hands, teach the kids to write, train, and behave. These trivial things, they’re the real business, that’s what family looks like."

Caleb Shaw slowly turned his head, his movements slow.

The crystal chandelier’s light shone down from above, illuminating his body.

His appearance was still cold, and his eyes deep.

He was far from being "old."

But the butler kept nagging in his ear, one sentence after another.

"Think about it, what flowers does she like? What snacks have the kids recently been enjoying? When was the last time you watched the stars with her? Do you remember these little things?"

Caleb Shaw couldn’t listen anymore.

If he listened any longer, he feared tomorrow he’d be counting gray hairs in the mirror, one by one, to see which one went white first.

But he couldn’t lose his temper.

This old man raised him since he was young, cooked every meal personally.

Worried if he was cold in the winter, hot in the summer, stayed by his sickbed for three days and nights without sleep.

He wasn’t a servant, he was family.

Caleb Shaw could only stand there, hands hanging at his sides, knuckles slightly pale, but still silent.

He swallowed this heartfelt "life advice."

Along with the heavy affection and years, he took it all in.

Who let him be... the one in the world who asks for nothing in return.

No matter how much he gave, he never minded gains or losses.

No matter how he wronged himself, he wanted to make others complete.

Precisely because of this, he became the most special existence in this mansion.

Not the master, yet more relied upon than the master.

Not a relative, yet more trusted than family.

The butler imparted all the tricks he’d accumulated over the years for coaxing the Female Master to Caleb Shaw.

Serving tea, massaging shoulders, feigning sweetness at night—

tricks, repeated three times.

He spoke while shaking his head and sighing, his eyes full of worry.

"Young master, these tricks work, but ultimately it depends on her mood. You’re too soft-hearted, if you upset the Female Master, you might end up hurting yourself."

But even so, he shared everything, afraid Caleb Shaw would suffer.

He knew this master never fought for himself.

Yet the one who most deserved protection was always the first to push others forward.

The Osborne Brothers, after hearing everything, had cried their tears dry, sniffling as they climbed the stairs.

Their aggrieved demeanor looked just like children whose candy had been taken away, with red eyes, looking back every few steps, softly muttering, "Big Brother Shaw loves us the most."

They stumbled up the stairs, not even taking off their shoes before rushing into the room.

The butler quietly retreated, not daring to close the door loudly.

He gently closed the door, even quieting his breathing.

He knew what was about to happen in that room wasn’t just simple sweet talk or flattery.

It was an emotional tug-of-war, the boys’ most instinctive longing for warmth.

And he, just an outsider, shouldn’t listen any further.

"Big Brother Shaw..."

One on each side, they clung to Caleb Shaw’s legs, collapsing on the ground.

The rain had soaked their hair, leaving them shivering from the cold.

Their fingers tightly clutched the hem of Caleb Shaw’s clothes, their fingertips pale.

"The Female Master hit us again... It hurts too much to sleep. But we know we’re wrong, can you plead for us? Sob sob..."

Ethan Sinclair pouted, his cheek rubbing against Caleb Shaw’s pant leg, tears still sparkling on his eyelashes.

His voice was thick with nasal tones when he spoke.

Over the years, it’s been Caleb Shaw coaxing them to eat, covering them with blankets.

Secretly putting a warmer in their bed when it was cold, staying by their sickbed all night changing towels when they were ill.

He was sure, Big Brother Shaw would definitely help them.

He blushed, lowering his head in a shy laugh.

"I prepared a surprise for her; when she sees it, she’ll definitely soften."

As he spoke, he quietly lifted his eyes to peek at Caleb Shaw’s reaction.

That smile carried a bit of pride, mixed with a hint of shyness.

His voice lowered, carrying a bit of hope.

"Big Brother Shaw, can you come to our room tonight and talk to her?"

Recalling they had long been separated, he quickly added.

"Just go to my brother’s room; she likes it when we are together."

He pursed his lips, as if to emphasize.

"We won’t cause trouble, we’ll quietly listen to her talk. When she gets angry, we’ll shrink to the corner... But she ignores us, it really feels so bad."

Evan Sinclair was also utterly embarrassed.

He sat on the ground, head hung low.

He almost forgot what it felt like to be petted by the Female Master.

Among the first batch of Beast Husbands, he was the only one who hadn’t been touched by her fingers.

Each trick he’d learned these days made him understand.

To be touched by her, it’s a great blessing.

Not a reward, not charity, but a proof of being accepted.