My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Chapter 66

Lucille, who had been taken away, confessed to everything.

She admitted that she was the one who made the first move.

At that moment, Wayne was still in the hospital. The Carter family was determined to press charges to the end, so Lucille had no choice but to stay locked up in the detention center.

The room was tiny. She was surrounded by walls, with a door on one of them. There was only a single iron bed and a small sink inside. The wall was very dirty, with black footprints everywhere, as well as random graffiti.

In the corner, a small black spider was diligently weaving a net.

Lucille squatted on the ground and watched as the spider slowly weaved its trap.

Right then, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside the iron door. It was magnetic and pleasing to the ear, with a hint of vague teasing....

"People are busy trying to convict you, yet you're here watching a spider spin its web?"

Lucille turned her head and saw that the man outside the door was none other than Joseph.

facial features were even more pronounced, as if he was a statue. His handsome face was white as snow, looking rather

and gazed at Joseph through the iron door. Suddenly, she

it seemed that she was certain that he would

raised his eyebrows and calmly asked, "How could you

muttered, "We're already legally married. How can you

together, there was no way he

after she got locked up, Howard would just take advantage of the

help but admit that being on good terms with Joseph was definitely something to be grateful for. It meant that

was behind him, immediately stepped forward

at the side seemed conflicted. He whispered, "It won't be easy for us to explain to the Carter family if

face. He still looked as casual as before, seemingly nonchalant, but there was

the Carter family think they are? How

skipped a beat. The expression in his eyes changed when he looked at Lucille

daughter of the Jules family

always acted arrogant, could no longer afford

two of them walked side by side in the dark corridor, and the white lamp behind them cast their shadows. Looking at his big hand