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…

Villa.

for an unknown amount of time. His eyes were now

peacefully with Madeline by

himself a few days of proper sleep

on the couch downing one glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied several bottles but there continued

from the

he waited from dusk to midnight

to remember

help but harshly berate his son as he watched

a five- year-old child so

his composure

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

all honesty, however, neither of

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

what forced

outside.

inside and hide! I’ll take care of breakfast and the rations for the next few

opened and

his surroundings, like an

was when he found his scumbag dad

hurriedly turned and

accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would be stuck between a

vigilant

Let Mommy out. We can’t stay

patted the child’s head with

then led the child out

beeline for the kitchen.

true when they say one would

fried eggs in the

when things are loud and will wake up even

breakfast when Thomas tugged at her shirt

She stopped and seemed

to see him lying so still. She removed her apron and went

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

up

on? He was fine

poked a finger between his brows only for her worry

as a person born in the Quincy family. Everyone was at his beck and

at any rate. He should at least know how to take care of

was why she left him to his

he developed a fever after one night

unconscious.