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. Living

the shut bedroom door for an unknown amount of time. His eyes were now bloodshot with a trace of

peacefully with Madeline by

days of proper sleep only for his own son to destroy all

the two left, the esteemed Noah Quincy was left sitting on the couch downing one glass of wine after another. He quickly

from the

he waited from dusk to midnight with no signs

to

his son as he watched the pitch-black night

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

maintained his composure on the

the next day, Madeline and Thomas, who had been hiding out in the room, were

of them had wanted to

just that there was no food in the

forced

outside.

care of breakfast and

heavy, paneled door opened and Thomas’s head poked

scanned his surroundings, like

when he found his scumbag dad had persevered and was lying

turned

Noah up and his mother would be stuck between a rock

highly vigilant against his

was at a loss for words. “It’s okay. Let Mommy out. We

patted the child’s head with a tender look

then led the child out and made

beeline for the kitchen.

true when they say

kitchen, Madeline stared at the sizzling fried eggs

wake up even when I drop my Baymax plushie. But

when Thomas tugged at her shirt and pointed at the

stopped and seemed

seem right to see him lying so still. She removed her

him.

close that she realized his lips were chapped and purple. There was barely any color to

wake him up only to

going on? He was fine

a finger between his brows only

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

at any rate. He should at

why she left him to his

he developed a fever after one night and

unconscious.