My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess
Chapter 152

Hidden Emotions

Lucille raised her eyebrows in amazement. Suddenly, she heard Joseph speak. His voice was heavy and muffled as if he was restraining something.

No one knew what hidden emotions there were in those eyes of his. His gaze was like a surging undercurrent, deep and bottomless, yet slightly cold and lonely.

He murmured, "Don't be afraid of me, Bobo."

Lucille was stunned. What was there to be afraid of?

Under her puzzled stare, Joseph took off his shirt completely

The man's strong and buff chest was covered with scars of various sizes. Some were deep, and some were shallow. Even after several years, one could tell that those scars were once. wounds that were nearly fatal. Lucille sucked in a cold breath.

Most people would only have bruises on their bodies.

On Joseph's body, there were gunshot wounds, whip wounds, and other injuries from torture devices.

Joseph, the son of the Collins family, was born into a comfortable life. He was proud and noble with ant extraordinary status. With a snap of his fingers, he could change Shein City's destiny. Nobody would have thought that someone like him, who had the world in the palm of his hand, had experienced something that would leave so many horrible.

scars.

Could it be that... the people from back then were the ones. who injected the toxins into his body?

Lucille was shocked, but she didn't ask anything.

Everyone had their secrets.

It was just like how Joseph had never asked her anything.

Lucille took out some tools and sat cross-legged across from Joseph.

She began treating him seriously. At the same time, she answered, "It's not that scary."

That was how her body looked like in the past, too.

Lucille pursed her lips. She didn't finish her sentence.

Joseph looked up. The girl in front of him was calm, with a sense of serenity that did not match her age. She used the tools with skilled fingers. In just a few minutes, he could feel the cold poison in his body flowing around.

With her treatment, the toxins were trapped and then sealed together.

The process took about half an hour.

When she removed the last tool, Lucille heaved a sigh of relief.

It had taken her a lot of effort to concentrate on it for such a

long time. She raised her hand to wipe away the sweat on her forehead, and then carefully put away the tools. She stated, "You can't come into contact with water for two hours after the treatment."

"Okay," Joseph replied. Then, he put his shirt back on.

"You'll probably feel a little uncomfortable after the treatment. Take a rest first. I'll go down and see if Madam Grant has

come back."

Lucille left the room as she spoke.

Joseph lay on the wooden bed, with Lucille's faint fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose. It smelled good and was especially soothing to him.

He grinned and closed his eyes, feeling a sense of longing.

When Lucille went downstairs, she found that not only did

Madam Grant come back, but there were also a lot of new furniture and appliances in the house. They were brand new, including things like a refrigerator, TV, and the like.

In the living room, Madam Grant was at a loss when he saw how generous Culver was. "How can you give me all of these things, Sir? T-This won't do. I haven't done anything to earn this. I can't accept it." "It's okay. We'll be staying here for a few days."

Culver waved his hand and then told Madam Grant which food

she had to avoid eating on a daily basis. Madam Grant, who was both surprised and delighted, listened carefully. She was

afraid that she would not be able to remember it, so she wrote

it down on some paper.

Lucille raised an eyebrow.

It seemed that Culver had already talked to Madam Grant, so there was no need for her to say anything.

There was another problem, though.

She had to make Bernard give up on buying the land and take the initiative to leave Talford Village.

Once he left, she would have a chance to go to the old house and find out what was inside.

Sent by Him

Lucille walked out of the courtyard with the title deed. She was about to look for Bernard when she heard a rumbling sound coming from behind her.

She turned around to take a look. At the end of the small path,

she saw around half a dozen excavators and bulldozers

approaching from afar.

Bernard was waiting by the road with his men.

It was obvious that the machines were sent by him.

Many villagers gathered at the side of the road. When they saw what was going on, they looked at each other and then asked Bernard, "Sir, are you going to start demolishing the village now?"

Bernard opened his mouth slightly. Just as he was about to answer, they heard another clear and pleasant voice first....

"No. Talford Village's land will remain untouched. He's just going to build a new site here.

Lucille slowly stepped forward.

She answered in the simplest and most direct tone.

Bernard was a little dissatisfied. He frowned and said, "Stop

talking nonsense, kiddo. This isn't something you can get involved in. Go back."

"You're wrong, Bernard. I do have a say in this," she retorted.

As Lucille spoke, she waved the title deed in her hand. A sweet smile appeared on her face as she vividly played the part of an innocent and arrogant girl. "This is a wonderful place for retirement. I think building a home would be quite fun." Bernard's eyes darkened. He asked, "Why do you have all the deeds for Talford Village?"

"It's a gift from Mr. Joseph," she replied.

Lucille blinked innocently. Not only did she want Bernard to think that she had borrowed Joseph's power, but she also wanted him to think that she was still the simple-minded, useless girl that the original owner was.

Thus, Lucille raised her eyebrows and confidently declared, "I said I wanted it, so Mr. Joseph gave it to me. Is there a problem?"

Bernard was speechless.

He knew that the land was in Joseph's hands. He had thought that he had a big chance of being able to buy it, but right then, it seemed impossible.

Even so, he still tried, "Lucy, name a price. Sell this piece of land to me, okay?"

"No." Lucille shook her head and said with a serious face," Although I'm very grateful to you for helping me last time, it doesn't matter, Bernard. I think I can make a lot of money after starting a business here! If you want to be a shareholder, I'll welcome you, but if you want to buy the land, I'll have to refuse.

Bernard stared at Lucille speechlessly, his eyes sharp as if he wanted to pierce through her.

For a moment, he suspected that the person he met in the old. house that night was Lucille.

However, it was just a passing thought. Looking at the young girl's spirited and clear eyes, Bernard shook his head and immediately gave up on the idea.

How was that possible?

His sister was just an ordinary girl. She was not that capable.

Bernard massaged the space between his eyebrows and said helplessly, "It's up to you, then."

Either way, he had searched the old house, and there was nothing worthy of his attention. It was very likely that the news was false. Since the search was fruitless, it was useless to

tear down the house.

After that, Bernard turned around and was about to leave.

Lucille chased after him and shouted, "Are you really not going to consider becoming a shareholder, Bernard? I promise that you won't regret it!"

Bernard sped up his pace.

Since he had already given up on this piece of land, he not longer had the patience to continue to stay in Talford Village.

Thus, around ten minutes later, Bernard got in the car and left with his men.

Seeing that he had left, the villagers looked at each other and wondered whether the village was going to be demolished or

not.

Lucille said, "Everyone, you can go back. The village won't be demolished."

She thought that many people would be disappointed when they heard the news, but she didn't expect most of them to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness. My ancestors have been staying here for so many years. If they were to drive me away, I wouldn't even know where to go."

"That's right. I'm not used to city life. Now that I'm old, I want to return to my roots. It brings me comfort."

The group of elderly people walked toward their own homes with unsteady steps.

Seeing this, Lucille felt relieved.