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

door for an unknown amount of time.

with Madeline

days of proper sleep only for his own

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

coming from the

dusk to midnight with no signs of

to remember

as he watched the pitch-black night

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

his composure on the

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

neither of them had wanted to

there was no food in the home

was what forced them to

outside.

care of breakfast and

door opened and Thomas’s

scanned his surroundings, like an

found his scumbag dad had

hurriedly turned and

into the room. His movements were cautious for fear that he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would

highly vigilant against

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

the child’s head with a

child out

beeline for the kitchen.

true when they say one would feel miserable without

sizzling fried eggs in

and will wake up even

Thomas tugged at her shirt and pointed

stopped

lying so still.

him.

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

up only

What’s going on? He

a finger between his brows only for her

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

adult at any rate. He should at least know how to take

was why she left

a fever after one night

unconscious.