Chapter 76

Lucille spoke while tears streamed down her face.

She even showed the receptionists her injuries. "See? He did all this."

The receptionists were shocked. From her astonished expression, it was clear that Paul had a pretty good image in the company.

Lucille stifled a laugh and continued to speak pitifully, "Adding you to the mix was indeed my selfishness. I wanted to know if he had any close relationships with any female colleagues. It might have disturbed you, but you wouldn't understand what marriage means to a woman."

Lucille's act became more and more convincing, to the point where she almost believed it herself.

The receptionists couldn't remain indifferent to her words and kindly handed Lucille a tissue. "Mrs. Howard, don't cry."

"Thank you." Lucille used the tissue to wipe away nonexistent tears.

Her pitiful demeanor made people hate Paul even more for what he had done.

The receptionist, who had initially been hesitant, now comforted Lucille and even offered to add her on Facebook. "Mrs. Howard, don't worry. If I find any clues, I'll let you know right away!"

"The mistress is indeed hateful! Domestic violence is even worse! I never thought Mr. Howard could be such a person in real life! I despise men who hit women the most in my life!"

Lucille forced a smile. "Thank you, your words really warm my heart."

"No problem, if you need anything, just let me know!" The receptionist's righteous demeanor made Lucille feel very satisfied.

The receptionists were the most well-informed people in the company.

By telling the receptionist such a secret, it wouldn't take long for Paul's reputation to be ruined. She wouldn't need to lift a finger!

Having taken care of her business, Lucille went to the hospital where Paul was staying.

How could she miss this grand show of him being hospitalized? She had to enjoy it thoroughly, and take this opportunity to force him to divorce!

Taking advantage of Paul's weak or unfavorable situation to further strike him down.

Lucille arrived at the hospital and, following the ward number John had given her, saw a nurse coming out of the ward.

She seized the opportunity, pretended to cry, and grabbed the nurse's hand. "Excuse me, is Paul staying in this ward ?"

The nurse looked at her warily. "You can ask at the nurse's station if you have any questions."

"Nurse, I don't mean any harm." Lucille took out the marriage certificate she had brought and showed it to her. "I just want to know how Paul is doing. I'm so worried about him, but I'm a bit afraid to face him right now."

"You're his wife? He's fine." The nurse pointed to an office ahead. "That's his attending doctor's office. You can go there."

"Okay." Following the nurse's directions, Lucille arrived at Finn Torres's office.

She used the same tearful act on Finn.

Seeing her cry so sadly, Finn spoke up. "Well..." As a doctor, it wasn't appropriate for him to say anything.

But seeing the marriage certificate Lucille provided, they were indeed a married couple.

If he didn't say anything, would that be considered helping to cover up? This was a very private matter, after all.

Telling Lucille shouldn't be a problem, right? After all, Paul's dick was still functional; it wasn't like they were completely useless.

Given their current age, a normal sex life could still be maintained.

"Dr. Torres, please tell me. I can handle any result. I love him and won't mind his physical shortcomings. As Paul's wife, I need to know what's wrong with him in that regard, don't you think?"

"I understand." Finn sighed and organized his thoughts. "I'm not an expert in this area, but in his current condition, having sex three to four times a month is possible. There shouldn't be too many problems."

Hearing that, Lucille was almost laughing inside but had to hold it in.

It wouldn't be good to show it too obviously.

Finn briefly explained the situation to Lucille and then left the office.

Lucille could hardly contain her excitement to see Paul.

She followed the route back and pushed open the door to the ward.

Besides Paul's bed, all the other three beds in the ward were occupied, all by men.

When they saw Lucille come in, they all glanced in her direction, including Paul.

Paul also saw Lucille come in, and his hatred for her surged.

His angry expression looked like he wanted to devour her.

But Lucille fearlessly met his gaze, crying pitifully and acting dramatically. "Honey, do you still have any feeling in your dick? Can you still have sex with me? I just heard the doctor say that it all depends on your recovery, Honey. What am I supposed to do?"

Paul remained silent.

A man's greatest humiliation was having his woman say in front of other men that he had sexual dysfunction.

Lucille was treading dangerously close to Paul's breaking point.

As soon as she said this, all eyes in the ward turned to them.

Paul was about to lose it, gritting his teeth and shouting at Lucille. "If you keep talking, you can try my fist! You're a vicious woman! You did this to me and now you're here to mock me! Didn't the police say it was mutual assault? Just wait, Lucille. You don't need to gloat here. Wait until I recover! I'll fight you to the end!"

"Wow, you scared me. How can you be so arrogant when you have sexual dysfunction?"

Paul was furious.

"Who has sexual dysfunction?"

Lucille blinked her innocent eyes. "That's what Dr. Torres told me. It has nothing to do with me; it's all what Dr. Torres said."

Paul remained silent.

Lucille looked at him lying in bed, still not showing any restraint, and didn't get angry at all.

"Honey, I know you're in a bad mood right now, but it's okay. Even if you can never have sex again, I'll always be by your side." Lucille said, lowering her head pitifully. "But honey, can you promise me one thing? Please don't hit me anymore. Every time you hit me, I worry about your hand, whether it hurts or not."

As soon as Lucille finished speaking, the ward erupted.

Paul had sexual dysfunction, and Lucille was still so understanding. Paul even hit Lucille?

Their expressions of watching the drama instantly turned into looks of disdain, all directed at Paul.

Paul suddenly felt that the Lucille in front of him seemed different, completely unlike the Lucille he used to know. "Don't disgust me! You bitch."

"Honey, so what? Are you willing to divorce me, a disgusting woman?"

Paul sneered, 'Lucille, you are still waiting for me here. Do you want a divorce? Dream on!'