Abusive Wife

Chapter 25 How Could He

Ronald woke up in a VIP hospital room. Although he suffered from multiple bone fractures from the fall from his balcony, the injuries were not fatal. He landed on top of a car when he fell, reducing the impact.

He stabilized after surgery and was transferred to a VIP hospital room. He was surprised to find himself still alive. He tried to get up from the bed but realized he was strapped to the bed.

Someone opened the door while he was struggling. He froze as he saw who it was. He was terrified. “Mr. Quincy,” he said feebly, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Noah walked toward Ronald, his eyes flashing with anger. “Tell me who ordered you to hurt my son.” His threatening look sent shivers down Ronald’s spine.

Wayne entered the room with a few bodyguards. He pulled a chair for Noah to sit beside the bed.

“Mr. Quincy, I did not hurt your son,” Ronald tried to explain, but Noah wasn’t buying it. He was disappointed. “Wrong answer.”

“Please trust me, Mr. Quincy! I’m telling the truth.” Ronald pleaded. Before he could continue, an excruciating pain shot up his leg, and he screamed in agony.

from pain and was brutally woken up. His face went as white as a ghost. Noah was

tell me the truth, I will make you

snap as Noah’s bodyguard broke his left arm. He screamed as he struggled on the bed. He was mortified. His legs were broken because he tried to lie; now he hadn’t even said a word, and his left arm was broken. He looked at Noah, trembling in

I’ll show you some mercy if you

Quincy, please kill me!” Ronald yelled. Noah was

smirked, “You know, it doesn’t matter. I will find out who

He took off his gloves and threw them into the trash can before leaving the

to do anything. I did everything on my own. I’m telling the truth!” Ronald

outside, and she

soaking wet in the rain, and despite the pain in her stomach, she was kneeling in front of Noah, begging him to trust her. However, he refused to believe her. All she could find in

believed everything Angie said when it was Angie who murdered Gordon. Madeline tried to explain, but he wouldn’t listen

up. She sat up, panting. She pulled herself together and checked her cell phone. There were messages from Thomas. She had never been so grateful to get texts from that punk; thanks to him,

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