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

door for an unknown amount of time. His eyes were now bloodshot with a trace

with Madeline

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

the two left, the esteemed Noah Quincy was left sitting on the couch downing one glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied several bottles but there continued to be

from

from dusk to midnight

to remember this,

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

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

his composure on the

hiding out in the room, were finally willing to come

of them had wanted

food in the home and

what forced them to

outside.

I’ll take care of breakfast and the rations for

heavy, paneled door opened and Thomas’s head

surroundings, like

when he found his scumbag dad

turned and

His 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

okay. Let Mommy out. We can’t stay in

with a tender

led the child out and made

beeline for the kitchen.

was certainly true when they say one would

the kitchen, Madeline stared at the sizzling fried eggs in the

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

preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged at her shirt and pointed at

She stopped and

didn’t seem right to see him lying so still. She removed her

him.

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

wake him up only to find him

fever? What’s going on? He

finger between his brows only for her worry

person born in the Quincy

still an adult at any rate. He should at least know how to take care of

why she left him to his

fever after

unconscious.