My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Peaceful and Elegant

Peaceful and Elegant

The one who had been secretly spying on her seemed to have lost interest. and disappeared.

Lucille raised an eyebrow.

She threw her backpack to her feet, then turned to look at the two-story villa next to Madam Grant's house.

That was her grandmother's old house,

In her memories, the house was peaceful and elegant. However, since no one had lived there for decades, weeds had grown all over the yard. The gate of the courtyard was covered with rust, and there was a piece of broken glass from the window on the first floor. It looked dark and eerie.

Lucille's gaze darkened.

With her level of knowledge, she could clearly tell that someone had snuck into the old house.

There was a vague black mark on the window, which was a footprint left by someone when they jumped in through the window.

Someone was sneaking into her grandmother's house. Why?

her grandmother had left behind something that others. still

thoughts flashed

had happened. She picked. up the backpack on the ground and walked into the room that

was very old and basic, but it was spotless everywhere. Obviously, much attention had

a glass

someone knocked on the door. A childish voice was heard. from outside the door. "Are you resting, Lucille? Mom asked me

opened the door and

of her was at most seven years old. He was gentle and well-behaved, looking fair and clean. He seemed like an

person.

Grant's son, who had

asked, "What's

answered obediently, "My

That's a good name," she

a smile

dishes and one

half of a braised duck, two

filled

embarrassment, she said, "I'm not sure if

it comes to food." Lucille sat down on the stool and took a bite. The taste was unexpectedly good. Seeing that she was quite

relief.