My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess
Chapter 115

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Madam Collins muttered to herself, "A mistake was made. It seems that

this plan won't work. I have to think of another way..."

As she spoke, she moved her wheelchair and left.

Madam Louisa followed her.

The noise outside couldn't be heard from the bedroom.

That was because the soundproofing was too good.

At two o'clock in the morning...

The temperature dropped again.

It was a little cold in the bedroom.

Joseph, who couldn't handle the cold, turned pale.

He covered his chest, and waves of toxins attacked his heart. He felt a burst of pain, but he endured it and did not say a word.

Sensing that something was wrong, Lucille stopped pretending to be asleep. She lifted the blanket and sat up.

She walked over to Joseph's side and tried to feel his pulse, but the moment she touched his wrist, she froze.

He was cold to the touch.

Lucille checked his pulse and could not help but be stunned by what she

discovered.

Aside from a layer of strange, incomprehensible poison, there were scars from old injuries in the parts of his body that felt extraordinarily cold.

As the son of the Collins family, he had a noble status. He should have been pampered. Why had he suffered such a serious injury?

It seemed that he had a lot of secrets.

Lucille released him and said, "I'll get someone to open the door."

"No need."

Joseph called out to her and muttered, "Grandmother is old. There's no need for her to know."

Moreover, he was already used to it.

Lucille stopped and turned on the heater in the room.

Not long after, the room became warm,

Joseph's condition got better. He chuckled and looked at Lucille. "Go to sleep, Bobo."

The night was gentle, and so was his voice.

Lucille's expression was calm as she said, "You should sleep in the bed. I won't be able to afford it if you get sick from the cold."

Joseph leaned back in his chair and slowly replied, "I'm fine. You can go ahead and sleep."

Lucille didn't care. She stepped forward and tried to force Joseph to lie down on the bed.

It was as if she was trying to use brute force.

There was a hint of amusement in Joseph's eyes. He raised his hand to make a gesture of surrender, as if he was about to be slaughtered by her. Lucille pushed him down.

However, when he fell down, she lost her balance and tumbled down as

well.

Bang!

Her face landed on his chest.

It was the third time.

Tears welled up in Lucille's eyes as her nose tingled with pain.

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She wondered what his chest was made of. It was so firm, totally unlikel the body of a weak and sickly man who wouldn't live long.

Lucille covered her nose and got up. She quickly took two steps back.

Fortunately, she didn't have a nosebleed.

Joseph's eyes darkened as he murmured, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

Lucille sat on the chair he had been sitting on before. After the pain subsided, she slowly told him, "Joseph, although your illness is tricky to deal with, it's not completely incurable. I have a 20 percent chance of being able to save you." Hearing that, Joseph's gaze was still. There was no trace of excitement or joy in his eyes. He was so calm that it seemed as if he wasn't the one who was going to die soon.

Lucille lowered her gaze and continued, "Of course, there are a few herbs. needed to treat your illness. They are rare and hard to find. If you can find! some of them, then that chance increases to 50 percent. If you can find all of them, curing you won't be a problem at all." "However, the point is that these herbs are rare. Whether you can find them depends on your luck."

Lucille paused and added, "Of course, if you can't find them, I can help your live for two more years. However, that will be considered one of the

conditions for our partnership. Similarly, I have a condition that I want your to help me with."