My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Chapter 64

The pressure those words carried was immense.

The storm in Lucille’s eyes was about to burst forth. Her usually calm face was covered with a layer of

frost.

Wayne was stunned. It was the first time that Lucille had taken the initiative to talk to him, so he said

with a cheeky smile, “Annabelle Johnson, the actress who was once famous all over the country. She

was crowned as the most beautiful theater actress in Dilsburg. Later on, everyone knew her as a b*tch.

Hahaha!”

Smash!

Before Wayne could say anything more, his nose suffered a heavy punch.

Countless exclamations could be heard all around.

Wayne had been beaten so badly that his nose was bleeding. When he came back to his senses and

was about to start cursing people out, someone grabbed his collar, and Lucille’s stunning, eye-catching

face was right in front of him.

“You’d better clean that mouth of yours,” she warned.

Lucille was exuding a dangerous aura as if someone had tested her limits.

However, it seemed that he still hadn’t learned his lesson.

After Wayne’s initial shock, he immediately sneered and said even more harshly, “You don’t want me to

say it? I’ll say it again, then. Everyone knows Annabelle is a wh*re. On the outside, she looks pure, but

the truth is that she’s filthy from head to toe. She makes me want to throw up. She’s nothing but a dirty

rag that-”

Before he could finish, his feet suddenly rose into the air. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“Argh!”

There was dead silence in the classroom.

Everyone was dumbfounded. They watched helplessly as Lucille grabbed Wayne’s neck with one hand

and forcefully lifted him up from the ground and pressed him against the wall.

“Shut Up!”

Lucille’s eyes were bloodshot and filled with killing intent,

Wayne kept struggling, and his face gradually turned red due to the lack of oxygen. The blue veins on

his forehead began bulging. He looked like a dying fish, struggling pathetically.

He tried to beg for mercy. With difficulty, he yelled, “L-Lucille…”

However, Lucille did not react in the slightest. Her expression was cold and frightening.

All the memories that she didn’t want to recall appeared in front of her one after another. They were like

ferocious demons, like an endless trap of darkness, pulling her into the abyss bit by bit.

It felt as if she had been transported back in time.

The mother and daughter, who were running for their lives, had no choice but to hide at a dead end.

However, there were people chasing them all around. When two of them tried to surround Lucille,

Annabelle, with her motherly strength, held up an axe in front of her. She began slaughtering those

people, causing them to flee.

Lucille would never forget that night in the shabby little courtyard when there were no stars in the sky.

Annabelle, with her disheveled hair, shook her head and looked at the sky. Every word she spoke was

filled with despair.

“God, I’m willing to bear all the suffering. Come at me! I’m not afraid of anything. In fact, maybe I

haven’t suffered enough yet,” she prayed.

“However, all I beg of you is to open your eyes. I have never done anything evil in my life, so please

turn all the suffering I have suffered into a little bit of luck and let my daughter live. I only pray that she

will be safe for the

rest of her life… God, please.”

Lucille’s eyes turned bloodshot.

She seemed to have seen Wayne as one of the horrible people who had hurt Annabelle. Her mind was

filled

with only one thought, and it was revenge.

Wayne’s breath gradually weakened, and his legs stopped kicking. He was about to be strangled to

death. The other people in the classroom were so scared that their faces turned pale. No one dared to

come forward. Molly was stunned, and the lollipop in her hand fell to the ground. She had no time to

pick it up. She simply rushed to Lucille’s side and hugged her tightly, crying and shouting.

“Lucille, Lucille… You still have me. I’m here for you!” she sobbed.

“Lucille, it’s okay. It’s okay. Don’t cry, don’t cry…”

With Molly comforting her, Lucille finally came back to her senses, and her scarlet eyes gradually

cleared up.

She let go of him.

Wayne, who was barely hanging on, collapsed to the ground. Nobody could tell whether he was dead

or alive. The sound of ambulance and police sirens could be heard from outside.