My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Chapter 11

Burning with fury, Jenny’s face contorted in pain. She refused to give in.

She couldn’t believe that the once pliable Lucille, whom she used to toy with, was now daring to openly

rebel against her in front of her classmates.

Being humiliated this way made her blood boil.

“B*tch! How dare you break my hand! I’m going to the police! I’m going to sue you for breaking my

arm!” Jenny shouted fiercely.

Lucille sneered and pushed Jenny back forcefully.

Jenny immediately stumbled and fell back, just in time to fall into the bucket just now. Her whole body

was soaked in the stench of poop.

Instantly, the crowd recoiled in disgust, covering their noses and retreating as far away as possible.

Jenny lay in the bucket, and her face was splashed with shit. She felt like she was going crazy.

She stood up with anger, her finger pointing at Lucille. “You better wait! I will get you locked up for

sure!” Lucille chuckled mockingly. “Lock me up? And how exactly are you going to do that?”

“I…” Jenny suddenly fell silent, surprised to find that her hand was not injured at all!

What was going on here?

Wasn’t her arm broken?

She couldn’t help but wonder how her hand was perfectly fine now.

No, her hand wasn’t broken; it was just dislocated, and Lucille had put it back in place.

How could this be possible?

Was Lucille infamous for being an absolute airhead? How on earth could she know how to reset a

dislocated bone?

Didn’t she always end up at the bottom of the class in her test scores?!

Jenny took a deep breath and immediately gave a wink to the follower next to her.

That person immediately stood up, her head held high, and said, “We all witnessed you attacking

Jenny in front of so many people! You can’t deny it!” This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Exactly! We can all testify.”

The others chimed in one after another.

“Besides, you have stained our designer clothes. You must compensate us!”

“That’s right! We must make her pay! Jenny, let’s call the police and have her arrested!”

The commotion in the classroom was like a buzzing fly trapped in a straw pit, making Lucille’s ears

ache.

She looked coldly at the group of people before her.

Many of them were the culprits responsible for the original owner’s death that night.

They had forced her into the pool, and when she struggled to climb out, they cruelly pushed her back in

and drowned her alive.

However, these people showed no remorse upon seeing Lucille. Instead, they grew even more

ruthless. Lucille couldn’t help but wonder, had they lost all sense of humanity?

Her lips curled into a cold smile, void of any warmth.

Her icy gaze swept over the faces of these people, sending a bone-chilling coldness through their

bodies. Suddenly, everyone felt a chill run down their spine and a coldness rising from their feet

spreading throughout

their bodies.

Lucille took a step forward, her voice low and menacing. “Call the police? Perfect, I have something to

say to

them too.”

Her cold eyes glared at each of the people who had harmed the original owner. “You deliberately

pushed me into the water, causing me to drown and nearly die. Whose crime is worse here

you

think?”

Everyone’s faces turned pale as they took a few steps back guiltily.

Jenny snorted coldly. “What do you mean? Deliberately pushing you into the water? You almost killed

Zoey, we had to stand up for her!”

“That’s right! You’re such a vicious woman, pushing Zoey down the stairs because of your jealousy.

That’s too much of you!”

“How can you hurt such a kind person like Zoey? An evil woman like you deserves to die!”

Lucille’s face darkened, her eyes devoid of any emotions as a chorus of malicious insults echoed

through the classroom.

At that moment, Zoey walked into the room, pretending to be surprised. “What’s going on? Why is the

classroom so messy?”

Following that, she approached Lucille feigning worry. “Lucille, have they gotten the wrong idea about

you again? Jenny, the truth is not what you believe. Let’s not pick on her further.”

Jenny glared at Lucille with anger. “Zoey, why are you being so compassionate? She clearly hated you,

yet you’re still defending her. Such a malevolent woman like her doesn’t deserve to exist!”

“That’s right, Zoey. Don’t defend her. Don’t worry, we’ll all stand by your side and protect you!”

“Let’s make a scene today and get the school to fire her!”

Lucille leaned on the podium and said, “You said I pushed Zoey? Who saw it? Where’s the evidence?”

Everyone was immediately taken aback.

Yes, everyone said that Lucille pushed Zoey down the stairs, but who saw it when it happened?

Jenny narrowed her eyes and said spitefully, “Who else could it be but you?”

Lucille sneered and turned on the computer on the podium, inserting a USB drive. “It’s okay. Since

everyone is so outraged about that day, why don’t I replay the scene for you?”

Zoey was struck dumb as she watched Lucille turn on her computer and project the screen onto the

projector. “Lucille, you…”

Before she could finish her sentence, the surveillance video of the incident began playing on the

computer.

In the video, it was clearly shown that Zoey and Samuel were hugging and kissing in the corridor.

The more they kissed, the more they grew fervent. Samuel’s hands roamed her chest, and as they

continued to kiss, they walked toward the bedroom.

The classroom erupted in a collective gasp.

“Oh my god, is that you, Zoey?” exclaimed someone in disbelief.

“I can’t believe she’s so wild! She usually acts so innocent, but I guess it’s all an act, someone

commented, their tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is getting interesting,” someone else said.

Hearing the boys’ lewd comments, Zoey’s face turned deathly pale.

What was going on?

Hadn’t all the videos been taken care of?

How could Lucille have a video in her possession?

Lucille looked at Zoey with a smirk, closed the video, and said, “I’m sorry, I accidentally hit the wrong

button. It’s my fault for showing you the scene of these shameless lovers cheating on me behind my

back.”

With that, she clicked on another video.

In the video, Lucille emerged from the stairwell, tears streaming down her face as she loudly

interrogated Samuel and Zoey.

“Why did you do this? Samuel, you’re my fiance. Why did you get involved with Zoey? She’s my

sister!”

“And you, Zoey. You knew he was my fiance, yet you chose to hook up with him. Don’t you feel any

shame? Do you know what this makes you? A sl*t!”

“Lucille!” Zoey cried, her eyes brimming with tears. She rushed over and grabbed Lucille’s hand.

“Please, listen to me. Things aren’t what they seem.”

Lucille winced and suddenly pulled her hand away from Zoey’s grip.

In that instant, the video froze, zooming in on the hand that Zoey had placed on Lucille’s wrist.

Everyone could see from the video that Lucille was wincing in pain as Zoey’s thumb dug into her wrist.

Then the video resumed playing normally.

In the footage, Lucille was in pain as she forcefully shook off Zoey’s hand.

But despite having plenty of room to move to a safer location, Zoey purposely fell towards the stairwell,

even looking back before falling as if to find the right angle.

It was such an obvious fake fall that anyone with eyes could see through it.

Lucille slowly curled her lips into a sneer. “Zoey,” she said, her voice laced with disdain. “Why would

you deliberately fall down the stairs in such a wide corridor? Did you take the time to find a good spot to

land? You had time to turn around and look for the best way to fall, but not enough time to reach out

and grab the handrail. That’s weird.”