My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess
Chapter 201

Toward

Toward

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Meanwhile, near the Walsh family's villa....

Rain was pouring down, and dark clouds were covering the sky.

The young man with bloodshot eyes was walking on the road with a knife. His shoulders were soaked, and his legs were injured from being beaten. He had a limp as he walked, but he firmly made his way toward the nearby villa. He had to get his revenge. He had to!

Ronald held the hilt of the knife in his hand tightly, and his mind was filled with the desire to drag the Walsh family down with him.

At that moment, the rain suddenly stopped pouring on him.

A black umbrella was opened behind him.

Ronald was stunned. He didn't look back, nor did he care who was holding the umbrella for him. He simply continued to move forward. One step, two steps.

When he finally got close, the tall courtyard wall and iron door of the Walsh family's villa blocked

his way.

This villa was solid like gold, with surveillance cameras inside and outside. There were also a lot of bodyguards, so he couldn't get in at all.

"Argh!" Ronald roared and punched the iron gate. The back of his hand immediately started bleeding, but he desperately slammed the door as if he could not feel the pain.

"Come out. You'd better get out here right now!"

Ronald's eyes were scarlet and full of hatred,

The rain seemed to get heavier.

The pitter-patter of the rain drowned out his screaming.

Ronald slammed the iron gate violently like a mad beast who had lost all reason.

The umbrella above his head remained there while he went crazy.

Under the umbrella....

Lucille finally opened her mouth. Her voice remained indifferent and calm. "Do you want to go in? I can help you open this door."

As she spoke, she stepped forward. Somehow, the tightly locked door opened with a click, and the password was solved. The iron door opened automatically.

Ronald's eyes turned cold, and he was about to rush in with the knife in his hand,

Lucille spoke up again.

Toward

"Have you thought this true? You're going to get caught by the bodyguards, and you won't even have a chance to see your target. You're probably going to spend most of your life in prison in the future. Even if you get lucky and manage to kill someone, you'll have to pay for it with your life," she pointed out. "No matter how you look at it, it's not a good deal."

She continued, "You don't have to risk your life to get revenge. As long as you can hold back your impulsive thoughts for today, you will eventually stand here and watch your enemy kneel down and cry in front of you."

After Lucille finished speaking, she took a step back and added, "That's all. If you've made up your mind, you can go in."

Hearing that, Ronald, who was already making his way in, stopped in his tracks.

Did he hate his stepmother?

Of course, he did.

He wanted to rush in and slice her to pieces to avenge his mother.

However, Lucille had clearly laid out the pros and cons for him.

He was not afraid of losing his life, but what was the point of being impulsive? He wouldn't be able to lay a finger on that woman, let alone get revenge.

On top of that, there was not a single innocent person in the Walsh family. Only by destroying all of them could he get true revenge.

Ronald gritted his teeth tightly, and tears welled up in his scarlet eyes. Even so, he stepped backward gradually and allowed the iron gate to close again in front of his eyes.

"I'll wait and endure it."

One day, he would return and make the people inside pay the price hundreds of times over. Lucille raised her eyebrows, looking at the young man in front of her with a newfound gaze. If he had chosen to go in anyway, she wouldn't have bothered to help him. However, being able to hold back was a valuable trait.

Making an impulsive decision was easy. The difficult thing was to hold back so that he could strike back even harder in the future.

Lucille held her umbrella and walked back.

Ronald followed after her.