Abusive Wife

Chapter 52

The golden dagger flew past Bruno, almost nicking his ear in the process. When he realized what had happened, he was so terrified he almost wet

himself!

The dagger had a folded strip of paper attached to it. Bruno waited for a

moment to be sure that no more weapons would come flying at him before he slowly detached the strip of paper and unfolded it.

Written in a small, elegant script was a

message.

“Daddy dearest, why do you and Mom insist on mistreating my son? He’s your grandchild after all, and he’s just a little boy still. How can you treat him like that? I can’t understand it at all, so I have no choice but to return and sort this matter out with the two of you.”

When Bruno read this, his brow knitted tightly together. This had to be a malicious prank. However, when he saw that the signature was Madeline’s, he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat!

Madeline? How could this be? She had been dead for ages; how could she possibly come back from the grave after so many years?

The thought of it made Bruno’s scalp prickled, and he felt an icy hand clutch at his heart.

“Kingsley! Kingsley!”

“I’m here, Mr. Bruno sir, what’s the matter?” Kingsley, the Grant family’s butler, came hurrying over. He noticed that his master’s face was as white as a sheet as if something had frightened him badly and hastily moved to support

him.

“It’s Madeline! She’s come back!”

“Sir, do you mean Ms. Madeline? She died five years ago, though, didn’t she?” Kingsley was puzzled and assumed that Bruno had become confused in a moment of senility. Patiently, he corrected his master, attempting to help him upstairs so he could lie down and

rest.

At this moment, something shattered the wall of the villa. Glass and tiles went flying everywhere.

Bruno scarcely had time to take in what was happening before the grappling hook that had been hurled through the wall tightened. In an instant, the entire wall was ripped out of the Grant

residence.

stare in

was

now that one wall of the

took a step forward to try and discover the perpetrator of this outrage, but his path was immediately blocked by a fiery

at the parquet flooring, which immediately

turned to jelly. “Run for it, Kingsley! Someone’s trying to kill me!” He grabbed Kingsley’s wrist and

barely scrambled out when the entire villa collapsed with a

way. He collapsed limply to sit on the ground. Despair engulfed him in a massive wave. He

was responsible for this outrage? Who on earth was so eager to drive him into his grave? Could it be that Madeline had actually returned?

mind was spinning. Gradually, however, despair and hopelessness

very

and well, sitting atop the roof of her car with

she hopped down and got into the

celebrate.” The simple act of taking revenge had made her feel much better, even though she had let Bruno off this time. The darkness in her heart had lightened considerably as

Ms. Madeline!

was in the Enchanteur Bar, sitting quietly in a corner of

a pastel pink evening gown, she looked thoroughly out of place in the gaudy, glitzy

by

She was now seated in a spot that he was sure to pass on his way to the private rooms, hoping that she might find an opportunity

fool and kidnapped Colton, she would not have needed to take such a risk and put her scheme into action much earlier

own grandchild would certainly not be invited to

ill-judged stupidity

being

find another way around the situation. As long as she became pregnant with Noah’s child, any hardship and humiliation she suffered now

o’clock. There were still ten minutes to go, but he was nowhere in sight. Quite a number of inebriated individuals approached

making her feel extremely

this sort of entertainment were things

grew tired of them. She knew better than anyone why these men were trying to approach

How

lounge before Noah’s arrival, trying her best to keep a low profile and not draw attention

had been dug up on her recently. Even though she was wearing a black mask and a hat to hide her face, someone still recognized her eventually. “Ooh look, isn’t that Imperia’s very own charitable princess over there? Who would have thought even princesses come out to drink at bars as

us

man with a large head, large ears, and an equally large rotund stomach.

pore.

her head down and refused to look at him. Noah would be

of a significant number of people, who flocked over