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…

Villa. Living

at the shut bedroom door for an unknown amount of time.

with Madeline by

would have himself a few days of proper sleep only for his own son

left, the esteemed Noah Quincy was left sitting on the couch downing one

from

to midnight with

going to

help but harshly berate his son as he watched the pitch-black night sky outside the

discourteous to argue with a five- year-old child so he could only make a mental note

composure on the

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

of them

no food in the home and both

what forced

outside.

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

opened and Thomas’s head poked

scanned his surroundings, like an

his scumbag dad had persevered and was

hurriedly turned

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

vigilant against

words. “It’s okay. Let Mommy out. We can’t stay in forever. It’s boring to keep staying

the child’s head with a tender look in her

the child out

beeline for the kitchen.

say one would

the sizzling fried eggs in the

are loud and will wake up even when I drop my Baymax plushie. But he didn’t respond

Thomas tugged at her shirt and

She stopped and

to see him lying so still. She removed her apron and went

him.

only when she got close that she realized his lips were chapped and purple. There was barely any color to his complexion. Worry came to the

patted him to wake him up only to find

on?

his brows

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

should at least know how to

she left him to

fever after one

unconscious.