Chapter 57
My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess
Just as Lucille was about to reach over with her cutlery, a shadow approached from beside her.
The next second, Joseph naturally sat down on the chair next to her. He raised her hand lazily and slowly stated, âSorry for being late.â
Madam Collins glared at him and pretended to be angry. âSome fiancé you are. Arenât you going to help Lucille get some soup?â
Joseph chuckled and rolled up his sleeves. Then, he stood up and personally filled a bowl of soup before placing it in front of Lucille. He looked at her with a smile as he teased her.
âTry it, Lucille.â
She did not reply.
The way he spoke made Lucille uncomfortable, but she still replied, âThank you.â
Joseph leaned over intimately. From an outsiderâs point of view, he seemed to be whispering something to her, but in fact, he only leaned over slightly and quietly murmured, âThereâs news about the person youâre looking for. Come with me later.â
After that, he returned to his seat, looking nonchalant.
The spoon in Lucilleâs hand almost fell into her bowl. She didnât expect that Mollyâs whereabouts would be found in just three days. The efficiency was far beyond her imagination.
As expected of Joseph. She had made the right choice working with him.
Lucille suppressed her emotions and lowered her head to drink the soup.
When dinner was almost over, Madam Collins wiped her mouth with a handkerchief. With a smile, she said, âLucille, itâs already so late. You can stay here for the night. Iâve prepared a room for you!â
Before Lucille could say anything, Joseph cleared his throat and chimed in, âGrandma, Iâm afraid she canât stay today. Weâre going out on a date.â
He deliberately emphasized the word âdateâ.
Madam Collinsâ eyes lit up when she heard that. âAll right, all right. Go ahead, then. You can stay out as late as you want. Itâs okay if you donât come back!â
She was being way too obvious.
Lucille blinked. Before she could react, she saw Joseph reaching out to her and calmly asking, âShall we go?â Without another word, Lucille placed her hand in his palm.
The two said goodbye to Madam Collins and got in the car.
The driver was Culver.
There were no outsiders around, so there was no need for them to act any longer. Lucille anxiously questioned, âWhere is Molly? How is she doing right now?â
Ever since she was accused of being a traitor and died because of it, she was worried that those who had framed her wouldnât let go of those she loved.
Molly would be the first in line.
Not to mention, Molly was just a child with the IQ of a five-year-old. How could she be able to protect herself? Seeing that Lucilleâs expression had changed, Joseph turned on the display of the screen in the car and pulled up a video. âDonât worry. Although sheâs injured, her life isnât in danger. This is what my men recorded when they found her. Take a look.â
Lucille looked over and saw that the video was filmed in the countryside.
Molly, who was covered in blood, was lying on top of a small mound of dirt. She kept yelling at the people who had found her. âGo away! All of you, go away!â
After yelling, she flopped onto the dirt and cried hysterically. âBobo⦠Even you donât want me anymore?â
In the end, it was Josephâs subordinate who followed Lucilleâs orders and shouted, âIâll take you to Lucille. Come with us!â
As he spoke, his subordinate threw Molly a lollipop.
She tentatively picked up the lollipop and found that it was watermelon-flavored. She immediately got up from the mound, sniffed with her red nose, and nodded repeatedly. âOkay!â
Seeing that she finally cooperated, the subordinate breathed a sigh of relief.
That was where the video stopped.
Joseph continued, âRight now, theyâre already on the plane back to Shein City. Youâll see them soon.â
Lucille nodded. âThank you, Joseph.â
She had finally let go of the biggest worry in her heart, and she thanked him sincerely.
Unexpectedly, Joseph looked at her and suddenly asked, âWho is Bobo?â