Abusive Wife Novel

Chapter 82

Angie thought luck was finally in her favor after snagging herself the cash cow so quickly. There would be no need for her to continue to stew in the pigsty.

The old man’s answer, however, extinguished the hope ignited within

her.

He squandered his riches like dirt. He was bold and frank.

After all, he was just an upstart who happened to make a fortune but he was hollow inside.

He wasn’t even close to being an ant when compared to Noah.

This man couldn’t even be compared to that pig, Jerry. At least the Lowe family was a proper gentry.

“You can use those to coax the younger

ones. They mean nothing to me. Where’s your sincerity?”

Angie swept her newly permed curls aside and took the opportunity to get out of the arms of the lecherous old

man.

The old man could immediately tell that she was going to ask for an unjustly large amount and no longer intended to spoil her. He took on a dour expression.

“Haha, sincerity? Who do you think you are? You’re just a good little b*tch. There are countless girls here. You’re not worth anything. If it weren’t for your youth or beauty, I wouldn’t even bother with you.”

The old man whose face was flushed red from drinking mocked and sarcastically cursed at her. It was only after he had his fun that he walked

away with another two girls in his embrace.

“Huh! Bastard! Who do you think you are? You’re talking out of your *ss!”

“If it wasn’t for that slut Madeline getting in my way, you wouldn’t even be worthy of carrying my shoes!”

“I’m going to have this dilapidated clubhouse demolished once I turn the tables!”

Angie had believed that she could have the place bow to her whims with her beauty and figure.

To think that even a dirt-cheap idiot would mock her with reckless abandon.

She was so indignant that she was convinced her breast implants were going to explode and stood in the booth

cursing and yelling.

Her appearance had become exactly that of a shrew found in the markets…

Forest Villa. Living

bedroom door for an unknown amount of time. His eyes were

slept peacefully with

few days of

Noah Quincy was left sitting on the couch downing one glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied

coming from the

to midnight

to

couldn’t help but harshly berate his son as he watched the pitch-black night sky outside the

a five- year-old child so he could only make a mental note

maintained his composure on the

and Thomas, who had been hiding out in the room, were finally willing to come outside. They left

of them had wanted

that there was no food in

forced

outside.

and hide! I’ll take care of breakfast and the rations for the

heavy, paneled door opened

his surroundings, like

scumbag dad had persevered and was lying

turned and

movements were cautious for fear that he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would be stuck between

was highly vigilant against

Mommy out. We can’t stay in forever. It’s boring to

patted the child’s head with a tender

then led the child out and

beeline for the kitchen.

was certainly true when they say one would

eggs in the pan and

up even when I drop my Baymax

preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged at her shirt and pointed at

She stopped

seem right to see him lying so still. She removed

him.

she got close that she realized his lips were chapped and purple. There was barely any color to his complexion.

to wake him up only to

fever? What’s going on? He was fine

poked a finger between his brows

life as a person born in the Quincy family. Everyone was at his beck

was still an adult at any rate. He should

was why she left him

think he developed a fever after one

unconscious.