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

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

slept peacefully with Madeline by his

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

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

coming from the

he waited from dusk to midnight

to remember this,

his son as he watched the pitch-black

with a five- year-old child

maintained his composure

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

however, neither of them had wanted to

there was no food in the home and

was what forced them

outside.

care of breakfast and the rations for the next few

heavy, paneled door opened and

scanned his surroundings, like an infrared

he found his scumbag dad had persevered and was lying on the

hurriedly turned

cautious for fear that he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother

was highly vigilant against his

was at a loss for words. “It’s okay. Let Mommy out. We can’t stay in forever.

head with a tender look

the child out and made

beeline for the kitchen.

certainly true when they say one would feel miserable

the sizzling fried eggs in the pan and gulped down a mouthful of

even when I drop my Baymax plushie. But

with preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged

stopped and

lying so still. She removed her apron and

him.

were chapped and purple. There was barely any color to his complexion. Worry came to the

patted him to wake him up only

What’s going on? He was

his brows only

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

should at

was why she left him to

fever

unconscious.