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

an unknown amount of time. His eyes were now bloodshot with a

with

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

downing one glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied several

from

he waited from dusk to midnight with no signs

going to remember this,

his son as he watched

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

composure

had been hiding out in the room, were finally willing to come outside. They left

neither of them had wanted

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

what forced

outside.

and hide! I’ll take care of

opened

surroundings, like

he found his scumbag dad had persevered and was

turned and

for fear that he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would be stuck between a rock and

highly vigilant against his

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

gently patted the child’s head with a tender look

child out and

beeline for the kitchen.

they say one

the sizzling fried eggs in the pan and gulped down a

even when I drop my Baymax plushie. But he didn’t respond even when I tugged at

breakfast when Thomas tugged at her

stopped and seemed

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

him.

were chapped and purple. There was barely any color

wake him up only to

on? He was fine

a finger between his brows only

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

was still an adult at any rate. He should at least know how to

left him to

fever after one night

unconscious.