My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Chapter 39

They were all so much older, but they had been fooled by a young girl.

The parents were so angry that they bombarded Zoey.

It was a little funny. The same scene had played out just a few minutes ago, but at that time, their target

was Lucille.

Zoey had pretty much just shot herself in the foot.

It was not until the police showed up that things calmed down.

The parents gradually quietened down and then sincerely apologized to Lucille. “I sincerely apologize

to you on behalf of my child. I also apologize for the insulting text messages I sent. I’m sorry!”

“Yes, that’s right. We are also willing to apologize and compensate you for it. You know that they were

instigated by someone else, too. Miss Jules, please be generous and let my son go. I will be sure to

teach him a lesson.” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Lucille shook her head slowly and firmly in the face of the begging parents.

I’m not going to forgive them, nor am I going to compromise,” she insisted.

Even if they went through a trial, there was still a chance for them to turn over a new leaf.

Some people were already hopeless, however.

Hearing that, some of the parents’ hearts crumbled to ashes. They sat on the ground and cried,

“Horrible. How horrible…”

Others were silent for a while, and then there were some who left. The rest of them wanted to see their

children and submit an appeal form.

The chaos finally died down.

However, the reporters, who were busy getting some juicy news, pushed the camera and microphone

in front of Lucille and then raised their voices to ask questions from her perspective.

“Don’t you think you’ve gone a little too far, Miss Jules? Those parents have painstakingly raised their

children and devoted their efforts to nurturing them. Even if they’ve made a mistake, why can’t you be

kind and choose to forgive them when they’ve made it clear that they’ll do better in the future?” one of

the reporters questioned. Under the lens of the high-definition camera, Lucille slowly raised her eyes,

and there was a flame burning in her clear pupils.

“I don’t mind if you tell me to be kind, but for you to tell me whether or not I should forgive someone…”

Lucille chuckled. “Sorry, but I would like you to stay away from me.”

The reporter hadn’t expected her to dare to say that. They were left stunned on the spot, like a statue.

Lucille strode away. While she was trying to hail a taxi, Zoey shamelessly caught up with her. “What? Is

there anything else?”

“Lucille, I underestimated you. You were so quiet in the past as if you were mute. You’ve become so

eloquent after you nearly drowned that day.” Zoey sneered. “You’ve been doing a little too well at

acting!”

“Is that so?” Lucille’s lips curled into a smile, still looking as laidback as ever.

She didn’t take her seriously at all.

Zoey clenched her fists, unwilling to show weakness. “But so what? Samuel still broke off his

engagement with you for me. Dad didn’t kick you out of the house for my sake. Charles even gave me

all the shares under his name just to make me feel better! What about you? What do you have?”

Lucille scratched her ears and casually replied, “I don’t care about the people you’re talking about. If

you want all of those things, go ahead and take them. Do you really think everyone is like you? Not

everyone treats trash as treasure.”

Zoey choked, and then said with a proud face, “What about Samuel, then? Didn’t you love him from the

moment you knew what love was?”