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

amount of time. His eyes

with Madeline

a few days of proper sleep only for

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

coming from

to midnight

is going to

son as he watched the pitch-black night sky outside the

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

composure on

hiding out in

neither of them had wanted to

food in

forced

outside.

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

door opened and

his surroundings, like an infrared

dad had persevered and

turned

Noah up and his mother would be stuck between a rock and a hard place

vigilant

out.

patted the child’s head with

then led the child out

beeline for the kitchen.

when they say one

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

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

herself with preparing breakfast when Thomas

stopped

him lying so still. She

him.

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

to wake him up only to find

on?

finger between his brows only for her worry

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

rate. He should at least know how to

why she left him to his

think he developed a fever after one night and rendered

unconscious.