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.

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

peacefully with

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

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

from the

he waited from dusk to midnight

to

harshly berate his son as he watched the pitch-black

child

his composure on

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

of them had wanted to show

was no food in the home and both of them were

forced

outside.

I’ll take care of breakfast and the rations

heavy, paneled door opened and Thomas’s

surroundings,

his scumbag dad had persevered

hurriedly turned and

wake Noah up and his mother would

was highly vigilant against

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

patted the child’s head with a

the child out and

beeline for the kitchen.

was certainly true when they say

fried eggs in the pan and

wake up even when I drop my Baymax plushie. But he didn’t respond even when I tugged at

Thomas tugged

stopped and seemed

so still. She removed her apron and

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

to wake him up

going on? He was fine

poked a finger between his brows

easy life as a person born in the Quincy family. Everyone was

was still an adult at any rate. He should

she left him to his own

he developed a fever after one

unconscious.