A Sigh of Relief

She probably believed her, right? Lucille had just heaved a sigh of relief when she saw Madam Collins pat her hand. With a pained expression on her face, Madam Collins said, "What a silly child. Even when you've suffered, you still try to take the blame. Don't worry. When Joseph comes back, I'll help you vent your anger!" It seemed the misunderstanding had only grown worse. Lucille was stunned. Coincidentally, Joseph came back. Obviously, he had heard Madam Collins's words. He looked at Lucille with a faint smile and then said to Madam Collins, "Grandma, it's my fault. I made my wife angry." The way he called her wife was blush-inducing. Lucille focused on playing with the kitten on the sofa and pretended not to hear it. Madam Collins snorted twice, satisfied with his attitude as he apologized. She did not continue to hold it against him and only said, "Remember, your wife exists for you to cherish her." "Don't worry, Grandma." Joseph obediently agreed. Amusement flashed across his eye