My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess novel Chapter 118

Why? 

Yoshua finally stopped. 

He stubbornly demanded, “Dad, I want an explanation. Why are you so cruel to Lucy? You drove your own daughter out of the house and cut off all ties with her just because of Zoey, who’s not even related to us. Why?” 

Howard was so angry that he shot him a glare. “I’m your father. You don’t have the right to question me!” 

The atmosphere became more and more tense. 

The servants on the side did not even dare to breathe too loudly. 

Zoey was choked with sobs and cried, “I’m sorry, Yoshua. I’ll go. I’ll go right now!” 

As she spoke, she was about to rush out. 

Lucille couldn’t help laughing when she saw that. She was already quite familiar with Zoey’s habit of running away to gain sympathy. 

Sure enough, Charles, who had been beaten until he was black and blue, became anxious and immediately rushed forward to stop Zoey. 

Things were becoming increasingly chaotic. 

Suddenly, they all heard a steady voice. 

“Stop this nonsense!” 

The power of those words was stronger than that of Howard. 

The person who spoke was Bernard. 

It was Lucille’s first time meeting him. 

He seemed gentlemanly, with a pair of gold–rimmed glasses.on the bridge of his nose. He was indifferent and didn’t smile. He looked so cold that nobody could get close to him. 

Bernard turned his head, and his sharp eyes under the glasses swept over 

Zoey. He scolded, “Don’t you think the situation is messy enough?” 

Zoey bit her lip and didn’t dare to say a word, feeling wronged. 

Then, he looked at Yoshua and scolded him. “I don’t care if you hit Charles, and I approve of you defending Lucy. It’s useless to create all of this chaos, though. Why waste your energy on a fight that you’re never going to win? That being the case, isn’t it better for Lucille to stand on her own feet rather than staying here?“” 

Everyone was stunned. 

No one expected that Bernard, who was totally uninvolved, would say that. It seemed that he was even subtly mocking his own father… 

That had never happened before. 

Lucille was a little surprised. She couldn’t help glancing at Bernard. 

She didn’t expect him to be looking back at her, though. The light reflected 

by his glasses obscured his face. Lucille vaguely caught the look of disgust and complexity in his eyes when he stared at her. 

He harbored hatred for her. 

Why? 

From what she remembered, the original host didn’t seem to have 

offended him. 

Lucille raised an eyebrow and looked away indifferently. 

The atmosphere in the villa froze for a moment. 

Howard, who had been lectured by his son, restrained his fury. He wanted to vent his anger, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so.