My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Chapter 55

Madam Louisa pushed Madam Collins forward.

She took a closer look and became furious. "Look into it for me immediately! I want to know who can be so bold to do something like this right under my nose."

The maid next to her replied, "Mr. Joseph has already gotten someone to investigate, Madam Collins."

"That's good." Madam Collins patted Lucille's hand and said with pity in her tone, "It's my fault. I didn't make the proper arrangements, which caused you to suffer."

Lucille shook her head.

Madam Collins then turned to Joseph and said, "Oh, I've already gotten someone to clean up the room upstairs. Take Lucille there to rest."

Lucille was just about to say no when Joseph agreed.

"Let's go."

She had no choice but to follow him to the second floor.

When they got there, Joseph said, "You should rest for now. All the rooms here are guest rooms. You can pick any of them."

Lucille was not interested in taking her time to pick a room. She pointed to the room closest to her and walked

in alone.

She looked around casually. It was gray inside, unlike the other guest rooms. It looked simple yet open. Just as Lucille was about to close the door, she noticed that Joseph had been watching her. There was a playful look on his handsome face.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem with the room I've chosen?" she asked.

"No." The smile on Joseph's lips grew a bit wider. What he didn't tell her was that it was his room.

Lucille closed the door.

Then, she locked it with a click.

The bedroom was huge, and the big bed was so tidy that there were no wrinkles on it. She could tell that the sheets and blankets had just been changed.

It had to be said that Madam Collins was very thorough in preparing things.

Lying on the bed, Lucille rubbed her temples.

Based on Shein City's customs, the banquet would only be held at night.

Lucille turned over. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

In her dream, there was a sea of fire.

Waves of heat were everywhere. If she moved just a bit closer, she could feel an intense, searing pain. Amidst the flames stood a woman who seemed weak on the surface but was tough deep down.

The woman looked at her from a distance and shouted to her.

"Keep going, Lucille. Don't look back."

"Mother!"

The young Lucille's voice was hoarse. She wanted nothing more than to rush into the sea of fire. However, the person behind her stopped her and dragged her away forcefully.

A horde of killers rushed over, but the woman dragged them all into the sea of fire with her feeble body.

They were going to die together.

"Lucille, keep going. You'll find the light."

Keep going. You'll find the light.

"Mother... Mother..."

Lucille frowned while lying on the bed, and she mumbled in her sleep, her voice filled with hesitation.

Joseph's hand stopped in mid-air.

He knocked on the door several times, but there was no reply from inside. Then, he opened the door with the key. Unexpectedly, Lucille was having a nightmare, and she wouldn't wake up. Joseph squatted down and patted her on the back as if he was coaxing a child.

After some time, Lucille gradually calmed down. Even in her sleep, she could not help but frown.

Looking at her delicate and flawless face, Joseph's gaze seemed to harden. There was an inquisitive look in his

eyes.

He had investigated Lucille's background. Her mother had died of illness a long time ago. At the time, Lucille was only two years old. She shouldn't have been able to remember anything about her mother at her current age.

Not to mention, before drowning, Lucille was humble and timid. After the incident, however, she seemed to have suddenly changed into another person. Her temperament had changed greatly, becoming decisive and ruthless.

She was completely different from before!

Joseph gently caressed Lucille's face as he asked in a low voice...

"Who are you, exactly?"