My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Chapter 3

Silence hung heavy in the sickroom.

Charles stared at Lucille, and the disappointment and indifference in her eyes sent a shiver down his spine.

Suddenly, he remembered how she had been in a state of constant breakdown the night before, relentlessly questioning Samuel and Zoey with tears streaming down her face.

She never laid a hand on anyone. In fact, Zoey was the one who reached out to hold her hand. When Zoey fell down the stairs, Lucille looked shocked, as though the whole thing was unexpected. Could he have been wrong about her all along?

"Charles, I'm in so much pain," Zoey whined, covering her face and turning to Charles for attention. "Do you think my face is bruised?"

She wasn't faking it this time.

Her wrist felt like a thousand ants were biting it, and her face was on fire.

"D*mn Lucille," Zoey thought. She didn't know what Lucille had done to her, but she'd get her revenge when she had the chance.

Charles glared at Zoey's swollen face and seethed, "Lucille, you're a monster! You nearly disfigured Zoey's face!"

Lucille smirked and replied sarcastically, "So what? Her face isn't disfigured, is it?"

"You!" Charles was so enraged that he couldn't even speak, and his chest heaved with anger.

Samuel glared at Lucille with disgust. "Lucille, I love Zoey, and I can't stand the sight of you anymore. I'll find a way to break off our engagement. You're on your own now."

With that, Samuel scooped up the weeping Zoey and headed out of the sickroom. "Don't cry, Zoey. I'll take you to see a doctor."

Charles stood his ground, glaring at Jules. "Samuel and Zoey are a perfect match, you don't stand a chance with him. My advice to you is to stop pestering him or you'll just become a laughingstock!" With that, he stormed off in anger.

Lucille sneered, her eyes filled with contempt.

The engagement between Samuel and the original owner of this body was witnessed by both families' elders and recorded in an engagement contract penned by Samuel's grandfather. Even the engagement ceremony was steeped in traditional and ancient customs. All these were clear indications of both families' commitment to the union.

It was ironic that the original owner was now being blamed, despite the fact that Samuel, who cheated on her with Zoey, was originally set to marry her.

The Jules family was truly blind to what was happening!

Lucille clutched her chest in pain. "Do you see now? It's not worth being upset over heartless people like them."

witnessed her family's downfall, shouldering the burden

political situation in Dilsburg to be too complex to navigate, with hidden alliances and deceitful

laying the groundwork and building up her power in secret, waiting

father's name or given closure to the Jules family's unjust deaths, all while being deceived by

so what? Lucille never

of her second chance at life, she

would stand in her way, as she was going to rewrite

Lucille took a deep breath, got out of

at the entrance, she saw Howard hastily getting out of his car and rushing into the hospital, looking panicked and worried. He must be here

didn't know any better, she would have thought he

Hmph!

What a blind fool!

was standing right in front of him,

walking straight to

street, a black Maybach was

She was tall and slender, her baggy hospital gown hanging off

slightly pale, giving off a hint

was a long swan-like neck. With the collar open, it revealed a small section of her exquisite clavicle that glinted in the

man was momentarily stunned, his gaze fixed on Lucille's

so clear and bright, even more so than crystal, with

would say that her aura was mostly

She looked so familiar...

and seductive voice filled the car.

Johnson turned around in surprise, only to see Joseph glancing over with

line of sight, Culver saw Lucille impatiently flipping her

youngest daughter of the Jules family. Her character is famously terrible -

murmured the name softly, a

is melancholic and unfriendly doesn't seem like the type to

"Mr. Joseph..."

Joseph's voice was calm, but there was an underlying sense of authority

no choice but to drive the

a long time, but none had stopped for

was making her increasingly irritable. Just then, the black Maybach slowly pulled up in front of

revealing the stunning profile of

was taken

features were beyond reproach, and his black designer suit hugged his muscular frame with an air of sophistication. His presence was striking, and