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."

her family's downfall, shouldering the burden

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

no choice but to bide her time, carefully laying the groundwork and building up her power in secret, waiting for

to the Jules family's unjust deaths, all while

Lucille never

at life, she vowed to seize every opportunity that came

way, as she was going to

a deep breath, got out of bed, and left

hastily getting out of his car and rushing into the hospital, looking panicked and worried. He

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

Hmph!

What a blind fool!

own daughter was standing right in front of him, yet all he could think of

away, walking straight to the curb to hail a

street, a

man inside glanced over, his gaze falling directly on Lucille. She was tall and slender, her baggy hospital gown hanging off her. It was as though

and clean-cut face was slightly pale, giving off a hint

swan-like neck. With the collar open, it revealed

stunned, his gaze

so clear and bright, even more so

was mostly aloof

She looked so familiar...

eyes as his deep and seductive voice filled the car. "Culver, drive over

surprise, only to see Joseph glancing over with a rare

of sight, Culver saw

Her character is famously terrible - not only is she melancholic and unfriendly, but she also bullies Zoey,

Joseph murmured the name softly, a glimmer in his

unfriendly doesn't seem like the type to bully

"Mr. Joseph..."

calm, but there was an underlying sense of authority that made it impossible to say

no choice but to drive

waiting for a taxi for a long time, but none had stopped for

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

rolled down, revealing the stunning profile of the man

and was taken aback by

with a chiseled jawline, piercing eyes, and a proud nose. His exquisite features were beyond reproach, and his black designer suit hugged his muscular frame with an