My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess novel Chapter 136

Night Vision 

Lucille changed her clothes, tied her long hair into a neat ponytail, and then. disguised her face, covering most of her original appearance. Finally, to be on the safe side, she got a black scarf to hide her face. 

With so many layers of precaution, she was certain that Bernard wouldn’t recognize her that easily. 

After doing all that, Lucille cracked the door open and slipped out quietly. 

It was pitch black outside. Her black clothes practically blended into the night. Unless someone had night vision, it would be impossible to see her. 

Lucille leaped from the balcony on the second floor of Madam Grant’s house. 

Her grandmother’s old house was next door, so when she jumped, she landed on the second floor of the old house. 

Lucille quietly observed her surroundings while she used a silver thread to secretly unlock the door. 

She learned how to pick locks when she was struggling in Life and Death, Street. She didn’t have many chances to use it and her hands were a little clumsy, but fortunately, she didn’t lose her skills. 

With a click, she unlocked the door. 

Lucille snuck in. 

However, what she didn’t know was that as soon as she stepped into the second floor, a figure silently entered the gate of the old house and snuck into the first floor along the broken glass. 

Afraid of being noticed, Lucille did not dare to turn on her flashlight. She could only rely on herself to adapt to the darkness and search everywhere in the room. 

She searched the rooms one by one but found nothing. 

Night Vision 

In that CD, her grandmother and mother said that it was a birthday present. for her. 

Then… 

Lucille turned around and groped around the last room. 

When she visited her grandmother as a child, she would stay in that small 

room. 

Lucille pushed the door open. The smell of dust was so strong, and every time she moved her hands, she would brush past a spider web. The warm and beautiful bedroom that had been decorated in the past was in ruins right then. Even the wooden furniture was rotten. 

She rummaged through the boxes, but other than some basic items, there was nothing special about them. 

Someone had snuck in before her. Could it be that another person had 

stolen it? 

The thought had barely crossed Lucille’s mind when she dismissed it. 

Based on what she knew, her grandmother was a particularly wise and cautious person. Since this gift was a secret for Lucille, no one else would be able to find it except her. 

Where would it be… 

Lucille was deep in thought. 

Just then, she heard a slight noise coming from the wooden planks behind. her. Lucille jerked her head back and saw a tall figure pouncing toward her. 

“Who are you?” 

The man shouted and attacked her at the same time. 

Lucille nimbly dodged and lowered her voice to ask, “This house isn’t yours, Mr. Bernard. Why are you questioning me?” 

Bernard’s gaze grew grave when he heard that. “Do you recognize me?” 

“Not only do I know you, but I also know that you want to steal something 

Night Vison