Abusive Wife

Chapter 2 The Little Punk’s Run Off Again

Madeline could care less about the wealth and possessions of the Quincy family or the Grant family. To her, they were nothing at all!

However, at the very beginning of her ordeal, she had sworn that as long as she was still alive, she would return and have her revenge on Angie!

She would not let Gordon’s murderer go unpunished, neither would she allow those who had framed and vilified her to get off scot-free. She refused to bear the burden of their wrongdoing while they feathered their nests at her expense.

At this point, her assistant Albert respectfully reminded her, “Ms. Grant, Mr. Quincy’s car is already at the foot of the hill. We should go now.”

Madeline’s eyes glittered coldly. She put her sunglasses back on and paid her last respects to Gordon, murmuring, “I have to go now, Gordon. I’ll visit again next time!”

That “next time” would be Angie’s death anniversary!

She made her way carefully down the hill, mindful not to make a misstep in her high heels. “Is everything in place for the charity dinner?!”

“Yes, I’ve already blacklisted Ms. Angie from the Global Charity Banquet! She’s done many charitable things in Gordon’s name, and she’s been dubbed Imperia’s charitable princess, right? Well, she won’t even be able to get through the door to attend the dinner. That ought to show her true colors; let’s see how she’s going to marry into the Quincy family after such a disgrace!”

Madeline nodded in approval. “Well done, Albert. Be sure to keep an eye on Thomas; don’t let him run away and cause trouble.”

Thomas was Madeline’s son and a hell-raising young rascal of the first order.

“Yes, Ms. Grant.”

As the saying went, it was truly a small world after all. While the two of them were making their way down the hill, they unexpectedly ran into Noah and his entourage.

Noah was surrounded by black-garbed bodyguards, but Madeline caught a glimpse of his tall, handsome figure. He was dressed completely in black as well, his dark eyes still as keen and sharp as those of a hawk. Even his simplest gesture seemed to radiate disdain, like a monarch giving orders from on high.

In the intervening five years, he had matured and grown even aristocratically arrogant in bearing. He was definitely not someone to cross.

Under his leadership, the Quinton Corporation had emerged relatively unscathed from its dire straits. In fact, in just those five short years, the entire company had rapidly expanded into the third-largest economic entity in the world. Its market value had soared a dozen times over, making the Quincy family fabulously wealthy and giants of industry in the nation of Tiberos.

Following discreetly behind him was Angie, whom Madeline had also not seen all this while!

Angie was wearing an expensive one-of-a-kind black couture dress. She had taken great care with her makeup, so she was looking particularly radiant today. With a sorrowful expression, she followed Noah, looking for all the world like a helpless, timid young fledgling. The intervening years appeared to have treated her kindly.

Madeline brushed past the entire entourage, ignoring them. She did not even spare Noah a glance. However, from behind her sunglasses, she raked Angie’s face with a frosty stare and smiled derisively.

imagining the good life she would have

had finally managed to dispose of Noah’s young brat of a son, and on the anniversary of Gordon and Madeline’s death,

the instant Madeline brushed past her, she suddenly felt a sense of imminent

before, so she could not help slanting an envious glance at Madeline. Somehow, she felt uneasy, although she found it impossible to pinpoint the

grave, and she saw the fresh bouquet of

up amid the gusting winds and stared at the bouquet, his brows lifting. “Who’s

to the mysterious woman she had seen earlier.

Why had she come to pay her respects

be. Angie told herself she was making a mountain out of a molehill; the people who had stood in her

that someone discovered something was amiss. The person in question was Wayne Hudson, Noah’s

became aware that young Colton was missing. Colton was Noah’s son and had come with them on this cemetery visit. Frantically, he alerted Noah. “Sir, Colton seems to have

in his tracks, his expression hardening. He swept a cold gaze over the

with us just now,

feigned an anxious expression as if she had only just discovered the little brat had gone missing. She

made a show of searching frantically everywhere. “How can this have happened? He was right here just now! How could he just disappear like

up and search for

“Yes, sir.”

…

shot a glance behind her after she reached the bottom of the hill. She had not expected that Noah would come with that murdering bitch, Angie, to visit Gordon’s grave today of

become entirely too comfortable in Madeline’s absence. She even had the nerve to come and pay her

happiness would not last past

to wait for the moment when her perfidious twin sister would

into her car and drive off, she

“Help…please…”

and her gaze fell upon a little boy lying at the foot of the hill leading

in an instant.

immediately ran over, returning very shortly with the boy in his arms. “Ms. Madeline,

Albert to bring the boy to the car and set him down on the back seat

covered in blood, so she could not see his features very clearly. His black suit was also blood-stained, and his breathing

that was for sure. He had multiple broken bones and extensive bruising all over his body. If the trees had not broken his fall in the process, he would very

seemed to lead a charmed

help looking terrified. He clung

terrified pleading instantly went to Madeline’s