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.

an unknown amount of time. His eyes

peacefully with

of proper sleep only

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

waited from dusk to midnight with no

to remember this,

son as he

a five- year-old child so he could

composure on the

next day, Madeline and Thomas, who had been hiding out in the room, were finally willing to come outside. They

honesty, however, neither of them

was no food in the

what forced them

outside.

I’ll take care of

opened

surroundings,

was when he found his scumbag dad had

turned and

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

was highly vigilant against

was at a loss for words. “It’s okay. Let Mommy out. We can’t stay in forever. It’s boring

head with

led the child out and made

beeline for the kitchen.

true when they say one would feel miserable

the kitchen, Madeline stared at the sizzling fried eggs in the

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 respond even when I

breakfast when Thomas tugged

She stopped and seemed

didn’t seem right to see him lying so still. She removed

him.

his lips were chapped and purple.

wake him up

going on? He

brows

person born in the Quincy family.

any rate. He should at least know how to take

she left

he developed a fever after one night

unconscious.