My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess
Chapter 156

Referring to Lucille

Miss?

Culver, who was driving in front of them, was shocked.

If he had guessed right, Master Walton was referring to Lucille.

Last time, when Master Walton said that he would

acknowledge Lucille as his mentor, Culver thought that Master Walton was just exaggerating. He didn't expect Master Walton. to actually call her in such a respectful manner.

Although he was shocked, Culver didn't dare to ask anything.

Lucille got out of the car. She glanced around and was about to turn around to tell Joseph to wait in the car. However, before she could finish her words, she saw that Joseph had already gotten out of the car. It looked like he had the intention of going with her. Lucille raised an eyebrow and said nothing.

Master Walton had been here the day before. He knew where the old lady's house was, so he led the way and said, "Apparently, the old lady has gone crazy. I don't know if she's in stable condition right now. She was fine yesterday."

Master Walton sighed. "It's my fault. I'm not knowledgeable enough about medicine. I can't even cure a minor disease."

"There are many kinds of hysteria, too. I don't think there's anything wrong with your treatment. There may be other. causes," Lucille stated indifferently.

Her gaze was calm and collected.

The four of them walked into the village. Master Walton pointed to one of the small hoses and said, "This is the-"

Before he could finish, an old lady suddenly rushed out from the side and charged toward Master Walton crazily. Her hair was like straw. She was crying and laughing, and she shouted excitedly and urgently, "Son, son! Is that you?" Master Walton pointed at his face and helplessly replied, "Old lady, Fm only a few years younger than you. What do you think?

Obviously, the old lady in front of him was the person who

needed treatment

Even though Master Walton had only treated her the day before, it seemed that she no longer recognized anyone else. Upon seeing that, the villagers on the side kindly explained The old lady has gone crazy. She has some mental problems. As long as someone new shows up in the village, she will catch him and ask him if he is her son. Sigh. We have no idea

where her son has gone, either There has been no news of

him since he left home.

Master Walton thanked the villagers beside him. He then

looked at Lucille and said, "Miss, this is the old lady I was talking about. Although the situation yesterday was the same, it wasn't that serious. Take a look, Miss. What's the cause of her illness?"

Lucille remained silent for a long time.

She stared at the dirty-faced old lady in front of her, and she recalled a memory from half a year ago. At the time, she had led a small team to carry out top-secret tasks. While doing so, a few of her team members lost their lives.

One of them collapsed in a pool of blood. With difficulty, he muttered, "Boss, please help me take care of my mother...

The smiling face in that old photo was the same old lady in front of her, who was looking for her son crazily.

Lucille closed her eyes.

IAL

"She's heartbroken."

It wasn't some mysterious, incurable disease. It was just that she missed her son too much, which was why she couldn't be treated.

Hearing that, Master Walton was stunned. "If that's the case, there's nothing we can do."

Lucille ignored him. She walked up to him and held the

nagging old lady's hand. She murmured, "Your son has already returned home. I'll go with you to take a look, okay?"

The old lady nodded immediately. "Okay."

Lucille followed the old lady and went into the small house.

Máster Walton wanted to go with them but was stopped by Lucille. "Wait outside. I'll be done soon."

After that, she walked in and closed the door.

No one knew what Lucille and the old lady talked about. When

they came out half an hour later, the old lady, who had been going crazy, miraculously regained her rationality. Even her messy hair was combed meticulously!

Master Walton was surprised.

Culver's jaw dropped as well.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it.

Only Joseph's gaze was calm like an ocean. There was not a single trace of emotion in his eyes.

Lucille walked out of the door and said, "Let's go."

They got in the car. When they set off, the old lady was

standing on the side of the road and waving her hand to see

them off.

Seeing that, Master Walton was amazed and couldn't help asking, "Master, how did you do it? Can you teach me?"

Lucille looked out of the window in silence, not saying a word.

However, Joseph had noticed that there was a subtle restraint in Lucille's emotions. It was as if she was trying her best to endure something. She had exerted so much force that event her fingertips were turning white. She was unhappy.

After coming to that conclusion, Joseph frowned. He held Lucille's hand and took her palm into his in an overbearing, irresistible manner.

Couldn't Break Free

This time, Lucille finally reacted.

She looked at Joseph in confusion and asked, "What are your doing?"

As she spoke, she tried to pull her hand back, but he held on tightly. She couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried.

Joseph asked, "Why are you upset?"

His voice was as soft as a feather, but it stunned Lucille for a moment. She didn't expect him to be able to notice even the slightest change in her emotions.

Lucille lowered her eyes and blandly muttered, "I just heard a sad story."

It was a half-truth, because... she was the one who was telling. the story.

During the half an hour when she entered the house, she told the old lady about her son's experiences and his glorious achievements. The old lady listened carefully with her son's photo in her arms. When she learned that her son had died in action, the old lady, who had been suppressed for many years, was surprisingly calm. She restrained her tears and only said one sentence...

"I figured."

Her voice was trembling as she spoke, and it carried a sense of heartache in it.

Lucille took a deep breath and calmed herself down. She pushed Joseph's hand away and said, "I'm fine."

It was already noon when they returned to Talford Village.

Smoke rose from Madam Grant's kitchen, bringing with it the aroma of food.

Lucille went back to her room. She locked the door and took out her laptop from her backpack. After fiddling with it for a bit, her phone kept getting notifications from her bank.

In less than five or six minutes, there were only two thousand dollars left on her card, down from her initial balance of over two hundred million.

Whoosh.

Lucille let out a stale breath and slammed the computer shut.

At that moment, her phone rang. It was from Molly.

As soon as the phone was connected, Molly, on the other end of the line, said anxiously, "I just received a call from an unknown number, Bobo. It was Hugo! He cried and asked me if you were still alive. I was so scared that I hung up the phone. What should I do? Did I make him suspicious by doing that?"

Molly was so panicked that she wanted to cry. "I don't know how he found me, Bobo. I didn't do anything..."

"It's not your fault." Lucille interrupted Molly's self-blaming rant and muttered, "I transferred each of them a sum of money."

Her team had been with her through all kinds of life-and-death scenarios for so many years. She couldn't leave them with

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nothing.

In addition, she also gave a sum of money to the families of her members who died in battle. She also arranged for two nurses to take care of them, such as the lonely old lady in the neighboring village.

She had promised to help them take care of their families,

after all.

Molly was stunned for a moment and murmured, "But Bobo, you're going to expose yourself if you do that..."

"I know, so I used different channels to transfer the money. No one will know that this is my doing." Lucille rubbed the space between her eyebrows and smiled helplessly. "Except for Hugo, of course. After all, he was trained by me. If he couldn't find any of the clues that I deliberately left behind, that would just be embarrassing."

"Hm? So, you deliberately left my number as a clue to Hugo?" Molly asked.

"Yes."

"I see. He's one of us, then!" Molly nodded solemnly and obediently added, "I know what to do."

Lucille smiled.

In the past, there were so many of her team members who had gone through thick and thin with her. Although there was a traitor who had not been found yet, Hugo was the first one to follow her. He had her absolute trust.

Right then, she needed someone. If Hugo was still willing to be

led by her, he would naturally come to Shein City to find her.

Before hanging up the phone, Lucille asked, "Molly, are your doing all right at home these two days?"

She only wanted to know if someone had gone to the Jules

Residence to make trouble.

To her surprise, Molly stammered, "N-No, nothing happened..."

"Hm?"

Hearing this, Lucille knew that something was wrong. She raised her voice and said calmly, "Molly, tell me the truth."

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