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

shut bedroom door for an unknown amount of time.

always slept peacefully with Madeline

few days of proper sleep only for his own son

one glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied several bottles but there continued to be

coming from the

he waited from dusk to midnight with no signs

going to remember this,

son as he watched the pitch-black night sky

child so he could

his composure on

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

however, neither of

just that there was no food in the home and both

was what forced them to

outside.

Go back inside and hide! I’ll take care of breakfast and the rations for the

paneled door opened and Thomas’s

his surroundings, like

when he found his scumbag dad had persevered

turned

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

vigilant against his

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

gently patted the child’s head with a tender look in

led the child out and made

beeline for the kitchen.

was certainly true when they say one would

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

with my scumbag dad. He doesn’t like when things are loud and will wake up even when I drop my Baymax plushie.

Thomas

She stopped

so still. She

him.

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

wake him up only to find him burning

What’s going on? He was fine

finger between his brows only

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

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

was why she left

a fever after

unconscious.