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My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess novel Chapter 44

Chapter 44 

Lucille did not leave the dining room until Joseph’s car had gone far away. 

She sat on the sofa in the living room and randomly pressed the remote control. 

The television immediately lit up. 

Madam Dahlia came back inside. With a condemning tone, she nagged, “Mr. Joseph is your fiance, Miss Jules. Why didn’t you go out and see him off?” 

“It’s all an act, Lucille replied nonchalantly. 

“Huh?” Madam Dahlia didn’t hear her clearly. She took two more steps forward and asked, “Miss Jules, what did you just say?” 

“Nothing.” 

Lucille stretched, then gave some instructions. “Madam Dahlia, please prepare another bedroom right next to mine. Make it all pink. Buy some squirrel plushies, pillows, bags, and cups. Oh, right. Get some watermelon- flavored lollipops, too.” 

Those were the things Molly liked the most. If Joseph’s subordinates were efficient enough, Molly’s whereabouts would likely be found within the next two days. 

“Understood.” Madam Dahlia did not ask anything this time and simply answered, “I’ll prepare all of that in the afternoon.” 

“Okay.” Lucille nodded and got up from the sofa. Just as she was about to go upstairs to rest for a while, she suddenly heard her own voice coming from the TV. 

It was her saying, “I’m not going to forgive them, nor am I going to compromise.” 

Lucille turned to look and saw that it was Shein City’s news program. It was footage of her being interviewed by reporters at the gate of the police station that morning. 

Filming with a high-definition camera, the reporter asked her some questions. 

“Don’t you think you’ve gone a little too far, Miss Jules? Those parents have painstakingly raised their children and devoted their efforts to nurturing them. Even if they’ve made a mistake, why can’t you be kind and choose to forgive them when they’ve made it clear that they’ll do better in the future?” 

Her reply was, “I don’t mind if you tell me to be kind, but for you to tell me whether or not I should forgive someone… Sorry, but I would like you to stay away from me.” 

After she finished speaking, the footage froze. At the same time, a striking banner with large words appeared on the screen. 

The banner read: “The disowned daughter of the Jules family carelessly shows her selfish, cold personality!” 

Less than a minute after the real-time news was aired, a barrage of comments began to appear on the screen one after another. Looking around, almost all of them agreed with what the news had said…. 

One read: “Wow, I thought Miss Jules just had a bit of a temper. I didn’t expect her to have such a bad attitude. Those are her classmates, who she’s spent so much time with. Their parents practically knelt on the ground and begged her, but she was still so indifferent. Is she even human?” 

Another said: “She should really learn when to let things go.” 

Someone else wrote: “If it were me, I definitely wouldn’t be able to be so ruthless. People aren’t perfect. Everyone makes mistakes, and they can learn from their mistakes. You have to at least give them a chance to -do better.” 

One other commented: “How scary. I’m grateful that my classmates are nice to me…” 

Soon, there were dozens to hundreds of them, densely covering the entire screen. Without exception, all of them were insulting Lucille. 

Madam Dahlia was so angry when she saw it that she trembled all over. “Miss Jules, you’re clearly the victim here. How can people who don’t know the whole story say all of that?!” 

She was about to rush to the comment section and fight with those netizens. 

It was so frustrating! 

Even after being attacked like that, not only was Lucille not annoyed, but she even turned her head to comfort Madam Dahlia, who was yelling at the television. She smiled and muttered, “Madarn Dahlia, it’s okay. Just let them do what they want.” 

They could scold her if they wanted. They could be harsh to their heart’s content. 

However, they had to keep in mind that what goes around comes around. 

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