Abusive Wife

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. Living

door for an unknown amount of time. His

slept peacefully with Madeline by his

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

two left, the esteemed Noah Quincy was left sitting on the couch downing one glass of

coming from

waited from dusk to midnight with no

to remember

son as he

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

his composure on the

hours of the next day, Madeline and Thomas, who had been hiding out in the room, were finally willing to come outside. They

neither of

just that there was no food in the home and both of

was what forced them to

outside.

and hide! I’ll take care of breakfast and

opened

scanned his surroundings,

scumbag dad had

turned and

he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would

was highly vigilant

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

with a tender look

the child out

beeline for the kitchen.

they say one would feel miserable without

fried eggs in the pan

like when things are loud and will wake up even when I drop my Baymax plushie. But he didn’t respond even when

herself with preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged at her shirt and pointed at the

stopped and

didn’t seem right to see him lying so still. She

him.

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

him up only to find him burning

What’s going on? He was fine

brows only for her worry to grow

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

should at least

was why she left

fever after one

unconscious.