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.

stared absently at the shut bedroom door for an unknown amount of time. His eyes were now

slept peacefully with Madeline

he would have himself a few days of proper

the couch downing one

coming from the

worse, he waited from dusk to

going to

couldn’t help but harshly berate his son as he watched the

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

composure

next day, Madeline and Thomas, who had been hiding

neither of

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

was what forced

outside.

care of breakfast and the rations for the next few

opened and Thomas’s

surroundings, like an infrared

his scumbag dad had

hurriedly turned

wake Noah up

highly vigilant against his

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

patted the child’s head with

then led the child out and

beeline for the kitchen.

true when they say one would feel

Madeline stared at the sizzling fried eggs in the

and will wake up even

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

She stopped

see him lying so still. She removed her apron

him.

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

to wake him up only to

on? He

a finger between his brows only for her worry

a person born

should at least know

she left him to

think he developed a fever after

unconscious.