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.

amount of time.

with Madeline by

days of proper sleep only for his own son to

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

coming from

dusk to midnight with no signs of

to

couldn’t help but harshly berate his son as he watched the pitch-black night sky outside the

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

maintained his composure

day, Madeline and Thomas, who had been hiding out in the room, were finally willing to

all honesty, however, neither of them had wanted to

in the home and

was what forced

outside.

I’ll take care of breakfast and the rations for the

opened

his surroundings, like an

found his scumbag dad had

turned

would accidentally wake Noah up

was highly vigilant against

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

head with a tender look

child

beeline for the kitchen.

was certainly true when they say one would feel miserable without

kitchen, Madeline stared at the sizzling fried eggs in the pan and gulped down a

things are loud and will wake up even when I drop my Baymax plushie. But he didn’t respond even when I tugged at his ears just

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

She stopped

lying so still. She removed

him.

that she realized his lips were chapped and purple.

wake him up only to find him

fever? What’s going on? He

finger between his brows only for her

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

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

left him to his

developed a fever after one night and

unconscious.