My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess
Chapter 135

It Turned Out Like That

Madam Grant didn't think too much about it and said with a smile, "It has indeed been abandoned for many years. Originally, the people in our

village said that they wanted to help clean it up, but it's not like they could just forcibly break the lock on the gate of someone's house. Over time, it turned out like that." Lucille nodded and casually questioned, "Do a lot of people come to the village usually?"

"Not many. Almost all the young people in our village have left. Only old people and children are left, and outsiders don't come here most of the time," Madam Grant answered.

-After saying that, she seemed to have thought of something and

continued, "Oh, by the way, the house across from ours received a guest last night as well. He also came from Shein City. Apparently, he came to investigate and said that he wanted to do a project. I don't know the details." The house across from them?

Lucille raised her head.

There were a total of three floors in the opposite building. From where she was sitting, she could even see the window across from her.

In other words, the person who had been secretly spying on her was staying there.

Lucille lowered her head and continued to eat as if nothing had happened.

When they finished eating, it was completely dark outside. There were no street lamps in the village, and they could only rely on a flashlight when going out at night.

At that moment, the ground suddenly trembled.

Many villagers were scared and ran out of their homes. Dazed, they asked,

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"An earthquake? Is it an earthquake?"

No.

In a simple wooden house built at the entrance of the village, there was deafening, explosive music. Several beams of light lit up the surroundings. like it was daytime, and there were flashing stage lights of various colors. With Joanne in the lead, she encouraged Zoey, Jenny, and the other students to jump around excitedly. The scene was so exciting.

What was even funnier was that the banner of the charity clinic had been. knocked to the ground and no one even cared about it.

Eason, who was doing his homework, asked curiously, "What are they doing, Lucille?"

The corner of Lucille's mouth twitched as she casually replied, "Charity."

Madam Grant came in, shaking her head. She couldn't help but say, "I'm not sure whether I should say this or not, Miss Lucille. If I'm wrong, then please excuse me, but the truth is, there's a doctor in our village who practices traditional medicine. We typically go to him for any help with sickness."

"So..." Madam Grant paused for a moment and said tactfully, "It seems like this charity clinic in our village is a farce. It's actually quite intimidating. I doubt that anyone will go there to get treated..."

Lucille laughed in agreement. "That's what I think too."

It was so intriguing. Samuel had gone to Talford Village in the name of charity, but it was more likely that he had ulterior motives.

Lucille got up and went upstairs to her room.

After entering the door, she once again had the feeling of being watched by someone.

In the building diagonally across from her, the window on the third floor was lit up.

There was a tall figure standing there amidst the shadows.

Turofa Out Like That

Lucille's hand, which was about to pull the curtains shut, stopped. She pretended as if she hadn't seen anything and stretched lazily. Then, she yawned and began to take off her clothes, pretending that she was going to sleep. Just as she was about to take off her jacket, Lucille caught a glimpse of the figure out of the corner of her eye.

Taking advantage of that opportunity, Lucille did not hide her gaze.

Finally, she saw the man's side profile clearly.

It turned out to be the original host's older brother, Bernard.

Why was he there?

Lucille shut the curtains, but the doubts in her heart did not dissipate for a long time.

Last time, at the auction in the Mount Ocean House, Bernard had offered more than 200 million dollars to buy her mother's CD. This time, he had shown up in her grandmother's hometown in the name of an investigation project. What on earth was he trying to do?

Lucille had planned to find a suitable opportunity to sneak into the old house and look around, but at that point, it seemed that the sooner she did so, the better. She had to take action that night.

She sat down and waited patiently.

Time ticked by.

The village was silent, but the sound system in the simple wooden house at the entrance of the village didn't stop playing at all. The clock struck 11 at night.