My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess novel Chapter 335

“I am Lucille.” 

“However, I’m not this Lucille.” 

“Are you satisfied with this answer, Sinclair?” 

Sinclair had never expected her to admit it. 

He was so shocked that he didn’t know what to say. 

What did she mean by that? 

He knew every word individually, but why couldn’t he understand it when they were connected together? 

“Then… Then…” It took him a long time to regain his voice. Although he already had an answer, he still asked with difficulty, “What about the former Lucille?” 

“She’s dead.” 

The girl’s answer was emotionless. 

Sinclair choked. With a complicated expression, he questioned, “You admitted it so quickly. Aren’t you afraid that I will tell Yoshua?” 

Lucille shook her head and did not answer. 

Soon, Yoshua came back. 

He rushed into the house and threw the buns he had bought at a random roadside stall into Sinclair’s arms with a look of disgust. Then he presented the pastries he had lined up to buy for Lucille like a treasure. 

“This is yours, Lucille!” 

Could he be any more obvious about his special treatment? 

Lucille raised her head and met Yoshua’s expectant gaze. She replied, “Yoshua, I don’t like these pastries.” 

Yoshua’s smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly picked up the porridge in his other hand and asked in an extremely patient manner, “What about this?” 

“I’ve already had breakfast. I just came to visit you.” Lucille stood up and said slowly, “It’s getting late. I have to go to school soon. I’ll get going first.” 

After that, she walked out of the door and drove away. 

Sinclair’s eyes fell on the box of pastries. 

He finally understood Lucille’s words. By saying that she didn’t like those pastries, she was telling Yoshua the cruel fact that she wasn’t his sister. 

He turned to look at Yoshua. 

That huge idiot stood by the door and watched the car drive away without catching on at all, 

Sigh… 

Sinclair leaned back on the sofa and called Yoshua back over. Then, he grabbed the pastries and ate it. He deliberately provoked him and said, “It seems that your sister’s taste has been spoiled by Mr. Joseph. Makes sense. If I got to eat a professional chef’s cooking every day, I wouldn’t want to eat this, either.” 

“Shut up!” 

Yoshua raised his hand and flung a bun at his head. 

Sinclair caught it and then slowly began to eat. “Don’t make a fuss. It’s not good to waste food.” 

Lucille drove to school. 

She hadn’t shown up at school for such a long time. She had no idea if the school had expelled her yet. 

As soon as Lucille got out of the car, there was another car in front of her. 

It was none other than Samuel and Zoey, 

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