Suddenly, his gaze fell on the seemingly real yet illusory butterfly atop Selene’s head.
Just now, the sunset’s glare had been too blinding.
The little butterfly mixed with the light reflected from her hair, making it impossible for him to see clearly.
But now, in the dimming evening light, he finally made out the truth.
It was not an ordinary decoration or a natural creature, but a beastman hidden in her hair.
Upon closer inspection.
Isn’t this Hayden!
"You woman," his voice was laced with suppressed anger, "what have you done to Hayden?!"
He suddenly took a step forward and pushed Selene away.
Selene was caught off guard.
She staggered several meters away.
When she fell to the ground, her arms and thighs scraped harshly against the floor, instantly drawing blood.
She curled up in pain, rubbing her swollen buttocks, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at the person before her in disbelief.
"Why did you hit me!"
She cried out, her voice full of grievance.
"What did I do to offend you!"
But he just stood coldly.
"I knew you wouldn’t change. Hayden disappeared because of you! Isn’t it enough for you? How long do you plan to harm him!"
Ethan’s eyes were red.
This sudden attack caught her completely off guard.
Selene lay on the ground, unable to get up for a long time, her arm stinging with pain.
But compared to the pain from the external injury.
The most unbearable was the intense pain coming from her abdomen.
"I... my stomach... it hurts... it hurts! Call a doctor! I’m really going to die!"
She clutched her stomach, her face twisted in pain, turning pale.
But Ethan didn’t believe her.
"Stop with the act, who do you think I am? Do you think I’ll believe you?"
He sneered, his tone sharp.
"How could you be truly in pain? You’re just having problems in your head and talking nonsense!"
Standing against the light, his eyes were filled with nothing but disdain for her.
"Or are you trying to tell me you’re pregnant?"
His lips curved, but it wasn’t a smile.
"Do you mean you’re about to miscarry now? Trying to get me to care, to beg you, kneel before you?"
After spitting these extremely sarcastic words, he deliberately grinned.
The sharp tiger teeth glinted faintly in the sunlight.
"It would be better if you really miscarried."
He said slowly.
"Then I wouldn’t have more to say."
Upon hearing these words, Selene couldn’t bear it anymore, finally glaring back in anger.
Her lips trembled, but she still maintained a cold smile.
"What if I’m just pretending?"
She raised her head.
"You still kneel before me every day, begging me to forgive you, to let you go!"
As soon as she spoke, Ethan’s face changed dramatically.
Veins bulged on his forehead, his face turning from livid to pale.
Immediately his entire arm began trembling uncontrollably.
His ears flushed crimson, and his whole body seemed to tighten.
He stared at her for a long time without speaking.
This post-marital cohabitation was simply a nightmarish existence!
Damn woman!
Despicable and shameless human protection regulations!
Clearly, just one light punch and she would be done for.
Yet those rules constrained him, forcing him to endure humiliation repeatedly.
His emotions were close to losing control, he seemed on the brink of collapse.
His gaze flashed, and turbulent waves stirred inside him.
He silently made a decision, even if this act would bring the most severe punishment.
He couldn’t just sit idly by.
Even if it meant execution, he had to help everyone escape the present predicament.
To break away from that woman’s control.
Selene stood opposite him, witnessing his changing expressions, feeling a wave of tension.
She keenly caught the increasingly dark cloud on his face, her own unease beginning to rise.
Usually, Caleb would be home at least.
Their disputes only went as far as words, never escalating physically.
But today, if this guy truly harbored murderous intent.
She would have almost no power to retaliate, not even the slightest chance to defend herself.
The air in the room seemed to grow more oppressive.
Meanwhile, Ethan’s entire state became extremely unstable.
His gaze flickered, his body even began trembling slightly.
On the other hand, Selene did not give up resisting, subtly rallying her spiritual power within.
Attempting to calm the impending emotional storm in the other person.
However, due to Ethan’s intense internal resistance.
Her spiritual power couldn’t smoothly approach the target.
Not only unable to exert influence, but she couldn’t even manage to channel his emotions.
"System, what should I do? What should I do now?"
In desperation, she softly sought help from the auxiliary system in her mind.
"Analyzing the current situation, please wait."
The system’s electronic voice remained calm and logical.
Just as everyone held their breath.
With Ethan about to fully transform into a beast, a swift figure suddenly descended from the sky.
It’s Hayden!
He landed precisely in front of Selene.
"Woman, I’m protecting you."
The scene was quite comical, with Hayden’s small butterfly form.
Matched against a half-mutated member of the White Tiger Clan.
He was no bigger than a single whisker compared to the other, completely like an adorable pet without combat power.
Unexpectedly, Ethan, whose emotions were nearly out of control, actually gradually calmed down.
He slowed down his frantic movements, the unusual energy surging from his body gradually receding.
The whole person returned from a frenzied state to a normal human appearance.
His face was pale as a sheet, and his eyes held some confusion.
"Hayden, why did you stop me?"
Ethan is only sixteen years old.
In this world, the average lifespan of ordinary species exceeds two hundred years.
At this age, he’s just a child entering adolescence.
"Hayden, are you worried about me?"
Hayden fluttered his transparent and delicate wings, trying hard to look fierce and aloof.
But the effect seemed contrary, making him incredibly cute.
"You, you, you... how dare you call me that!"
Hayden’s tone was full of astonishment.
"I’m still single! As a pure and innocent little butterfly, you’re not allowed to call me brother! That’s the rule!"
Then he shifted tone to seriously declare: "But you’re somewhat sensible, so we might as well be brothers. I’ll look after you from now on."
He hastily added a sentence, as if afraid of being misunderstood.
"No, no, I don’t like you! This has nothing to do with liking!"
Ethan listened, completely bewildered, not understanding at all what he was saying.
Already in a low mood, his sense of grievance increased, his face clearly saying "I don’t understand."
He looked down at the ground, mumbling quietly, tears almost spilling over.