My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Culver hurriedly came over from behind them to hold Joseph up. Anxiously, he said, “Mr. Joseph’s

illness is acting up again, Mrs. Collins. Hurry, help me get him in the car!”

“Okay.”

Lucille and Culver managed to help the unconscious Joseph into the car.

The back seat of the luxury car was very spacious, but it still wasn’t enough for Joseph’s tall and

slender figure. Since he had collapsed, Lucille could only let him lean on her legs after getting into the

car.

The car sped all the way to the villa..

As Culver drove, he called the servants in the villa and hurriedly ordered, “Call Master Walton over!

Also, don’t let the family find out, especially Madam Collins.”

“Understood!” The servants and maids in the villa immediately did as instructed.

In the spacious back seat, Lucille lowered her head to look at Joseph, who was resting on her lap.

His eyelashes were very long. He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. His nose was straight, and his

thin lips were sexy. No matter which angle one looked at him from, his handsome face was flawless.

At that moment, however, his face was so pale that it was worrying.

What kind of sickness was it?

Lucille stretched out her hand and placed it on Joseph’s wrist.

His pulse was extremely irregular. It was as if he had been seriously injured before, but it also seemed

that he might have consumed some kind of bizarre potion. With the combined effects of the two, it

seemed that his body wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer…

From the looks of it, the rumors in Shein City that Joseph didn’t have much time left were true.

Lucille was lost in thought when she suddenly heard Culver, who was driving, say, “Mr. Joseph got sick

last night, Mrs. Collins. He had recovered a little, but when he heard that you were locked up, he

rushed over before even taking his medicine…”

So that was what happened.

It was no wonder that when she went out early that morning, she saw Joseph’s maids and servants

going in and out of the villa next door. All of them looked anxious. It turned out that Joseph had fallen

sick.

“How long has it been since he’s had this illness?” Lucille asked.

“About four or five years…”

Four or five years?

Lucille frowned. Based on her calculations, Joseph would only live for another half a year considering Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

his condition.

What a pity.

Lucille withdrew her hand.

Culver, who was in front of them, sighed. “Even Master Walton, with his amazing medical skills, can do

nothing about Mr. Joseph’s illness. If we could find the mysterious Bambo there might be a glimmer of

hope…”

Unfortunately, it had been many years since Bambo had last shown up.

Lucille’s brows did not even twitch when she heard those words.

Speaking of which, it was indeed possible for her to cure his disease.

On top of that, she was probably the only one in the whole world who could cure him.

Soon, the car steadily came to a stop in front of the villa.

When the door was opened, Joseph’s subordinates, who had already made preparations, immediately

took him inside.

However, Master Walton wasn’t there yet.

Culver was so anxious that he couldn’t help grabbing one of the subordinates’ collar and asking.

“Where is Master Walton? Did you get someone to pick him up?”

“We have. They’re on their way, but there’s a traffic jam. It’ll probably take at least a few minutes for

them to arrive…” the subordinate answered.

Culver was so anxious that he smacked his own head. He spun around twice and casually looked

around. When he saw what Lucille was doing, he was nearly scared out of his wits.

“Stop!”

Despite that, it was too late.

Lucille picked up the tools on the table that had been prepared for Master Walton and stabbed them

into the space between Joseph’s eyebrows.