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.

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

always slept peacefully with Madeline

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

esteemed Noah Quincy was left sitting on the couch downing one glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied several bottles but there

from the

from dusk to midnight with no

is going to

but harshly berate his son as he

year-old child

maintained 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

all honesty, however, neither of them had

in the

was what forced them to

outside.

I’ll take care of breakfast

door opened and Thomas’s head poked

surroundings, like an infrared

was when he found his scumbag dad had persevered and was

turned

he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would be stuck

was highly vigilant against his

Let Mommy out. We can’t stay in forever. It’s boring to keep staying

patted the child’s head with a tender

child out

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

something seems off with my scumbag dad. He doesn’t like when things are loud and will wake up even when I drop my Baymax plushie. But he didn’t

breakfast when Thomas tugged at her

She stopped

him lying so

him.

and purple. There was barely any color to his complexion. Worry came to the forefront of her

patted him to wake him up only to find him burning

on?

finger between his brows only for her worry

a person born in the Quincy family. Everyone was

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

left him to

a fever after one night

unconscious.