Chapter 437: Chapter 328: Sharp Tongue

She was ordered to stay in bed and recover. Although she didn’t have the Postpartum Repair Pill, with the nourishment of the Wood Element Ability, her body gradually recovered.

Corbin Crowley stayed by her side without leaving, dominantly blocking all visitors outside. Even Lyle Sutton had to look at his face when he wanted to visit his daughter.

The other people in the tribe were even more restricted and were not allowed to come in.

Except for The Old Shaman.

Rhys Blackwood quietly handled her meals every day, providing various nourishing soups and medicinal foods.

To supplement nutrition, he even discreetly went to the Glacian Chasm late at night to capture a Blood-crystal Deer.

Although the Glacian Chasm is extremely dangerous, it was completely easy for Rhys Blackwood, who is already at the twelfth tier of power.

Boiled with Red Blood Ginseng, it was very nourishing, especially beneficial.

After drinking it for a few days, she regained her vitality, and her face grew rosier by the day.

With the nourishment of the Wood Element Ability, her body recovered exceedingly well, without any slackened or excess flesh, completely looking as if she hadn’t given birth.

The results were no less than having taken the Postpartum Repair Pill.

Zeke Veridian was either upset that this child wasn’t his or because the other Beast Husbands had their own kids, and he was the only one without any. His personality became particularly picky, and his already sharp tongue grew even more poisonous.

If there was any disagreement, he’d poke at people’s sore spots. As long as he was dissatisfied or disliked someone, they would inevitably face his venomous attacks.

Especially against Rhys Blackwood and Kian Sterling, his words were as if dipped in poison, as harsh as possible.

Who told Rhys Blackwood to be in charge of Luna Sutton’s soups and medicinal foods, he couldn’t help but nitpick.

Considering she gave birth to the most, eight in a row, yet he had none at all, it inevitably left him displeased.

As for Kian Sterling, he purely disliked him, better not stand close to him, or better not appear in his line of sight, otherwise, he was sure to get a few stabs of sarcasm.

Yet Rhys Blackwood and Kian Sterling were both exceedingly capable of enduring, pretending not to hear.

Doing what they had to do every day, unaffected, completely ignoring Zeke Veridian’s antics.

They even silently pitied him, thinking how, without children, his heart had begun to twist.

Zeke Veridian’s venomous tongue showed no sign of abating, instead growing even more intense. Even when Malachi Arcanus passed by with his children, he would get a jab, “Trying to play dad with hardly any hair grown, your kid will grow up to be as boorish as you.”

Malachi Arcanus tucked the two wolf cubs under his arms, unhappy, “Dead bamboo, have you been eating explosives lately? Why so angry, did I offend you?”

Zeke Veridian sneered, crossing his arms, and mercilessly retorted, “What, can’t take being called out? Take a look at the names you gave, Barrett and Fintan. Totally tacky and uncultured.”

Speaking of which, he curled his lip with extreme disdain, “And look at Kian Sterling’s daughter, named Zora, it’s poetic and picturesque, much better than what you, boorish fellow, came up with.”

Malachi Arcanus’s two children had already been named; the one as dark as ink named Barrett. He said it sounded powerful and formidable, so others wouldn’t dare bully him.

The one fiery red all over named Fintan, both names were his choice.

He himself was quite satisfied actually; hearing Zeke Veridian’s ridicule, his face turned blue and white, veins popping on his forehead, yet his mouth was clumsy, unable to utter even a word in rebuttal for a long while.

Only the Barrett in his arms let out a howl, restoring a bit of face for his father.

Taking the opportunity to exit, Malachi Arcanus said, “I like it, none of your business.”

Having said so, he turned, taking his two kids away, afraid to be a moment late doomed to more of Zeke Veridian’s verbal venom.

Zeke Veridian watched Malachi Arcanus’s retreating figure, and coldly snorted with disdain.

Such measly courage.

Not daring to counter at all.

Kian Sterling was just passing through the courtyard with his own little fox when he saw Malachi Arcanus being ripped apart by Zeke Veridian, sympathy gleaming in his eyes.

He was about to lift his foot to leave, pretending not to see Zeke Veridian.

The little fox in his arms suddenly turned its little head, its wet fox eyes curiously staring at Zeke Veridian before letting out a soft “Hoo!” as if greeting him.

The voice was soft and adorable, warming even Zeke Veridian’s hardened heart, easing his expression somewhat.

He was about to reach out to touch the little fox’s head.

Only to see Kian Sterling carrying Zora quickly vanish with astonishing speed like being chased by a dog.

He wasn’t unable to verbally spar with Zeke Veridian nor afraid; he simply didn’t want to provoke him at this moment.

Zeke Veridian’s hand, extended mid-air, instantly froze.

Then his face turned completely black, watching Kian Sterling’s rapidly disappearing figure, rage boiling inside.

Each of them, treating him like a plague?

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