Chapter 464

"No, if I told him, he probably wouldn't see you at all. You'd better just show up first. Grandpa isn't the type to be rude. If you're already here, he won't have the nerve to drive you away." Hendric chuckled, his face full of pride. Soon, the car arrived at a small alley, and there was a stone blockade in front of them. The two of them got off the car and walked the rest of the way. Just like Hendric said, they were not far away. They arrived in just around a dozen steps. Hendric pushed open a small door and said, "Please come in." Lucille walked in. The courtyard was neither too big nor too small. It gave off the scent of classical books. It was well taken care of both on the inside and outside, seeming elegant and quiet. Hendric closed the door to the courtyard and led Lucille into one of the living rooms. He lowered his voice and said, "My grandfather will be coming over to make tea in five minutes. You can wait here. I'll leave first so that I don't get beat up." Lucille was speechless. She shook her head as she watched Hendric run away like a scared rabbit. She placed the gift she brought on the table and waited patiently in the middle of the living room. One minute passed, then two. The sound of footsteps came from outside. Lucille turned around and saw an old man in traditional clothes walking towards her. His hair was grey, but his eyes were clear. He looked wise and all-knowing. Before Lucille could speak, Master Weils spoke first. "You're here?" It was a question, but he seemed to have already known about it. Lucille was stunned. Since Hendric had not told Master Weils, then... Didn't that mean he already knew who she was and had even guessed that she would come? Thinking of that, she voiced her thoughts. However, Master Weils laughed out loud and replied, "It wasn't a guess. It was a prediction. Although I don't talk about others' lives, I can always predict what will happen in my own." "If that's the case, I'll get straight to the point." Lucille looked straight into Master Weils' eyes. Suppressing the surging emotions in her heart, she asked, "Master Weils, I want to know what your prophecy for the Jules family was." "So what if I told you? The Jules family has been doomed for a long time. It's the will of heaven." "I don't believe in the will of heaven." Lucille's face was calm, and the light in her eyes was about to explode like a sharp sword being taken out of its sheath. Every word she said was full of hatred. "I just want the truth, justice, and for those people to pay me back an eye for an eye." She wanted to know if the destruction of the Jules family was related to the prophecy. Had anyone joined forces with other families in Dilsburg to get rid of the Jules family? She wanted to know who had caused her grandparents' death. She had to know who killed dozens of people in the Jules family. She wanted to know who the Jules family's enemy was. "Master Weils, please tell me." Lucille lowered her gaze, hiding the feelings in her eyes. She was still the same calm, unaffected young lady. Master Weils sighed and said slowly, "If you want to know, then I'll tell you. Back then, your father saved my life. In order to repay him, I decided to tell the Jules family's fortune. That was when I accidentally said too much. My body was seriously damaged, but your father didn't believe the prophecy at all." Speaking of that, Master Weils shook his head with a profound look in his eyes. "I can't tell you too much about that prophecy. There's only one thing I can tell you. It's doomed." "After that, I shut my mouth and no longer made any predictions. Until today, I predicted that a descendant of the Jules family would come. But I didn't expect that the person who came would be you, little girl." Master Weils sat behind the tea set and started to make tea. "Well, I've said everything that I should. You can go back." Lucille remained motionless. She felt as if she had caught hold of something, but the sensation came and went so quickly that it disappeared in a flash. She could not grasp it at all. "Master Weils, I have one last question. You said that my father didn't believe the prophecy, right?" "Yes." "Who else knows about this prophecy, then?" "No one." Master Weils' hand that was making tea paused for a moment before he added, "Oh, right. There's one other person. It was your grandmother, the scientist. Rafela Jones." "Your grandmother was silent for a long time after hearing the prophecy. Finally, she asked me if it was true or not."