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

always slept peacefully with

of proper sleep only for his

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

coming from the

dusk to

to

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

child so he could only make

maintained his composure on

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

of them had wanted to

was no food in the home and both of them were

what forced

outside.

care of breakfast and the rations

opened and Thomas’s head poked

his surroundings, like an infrared

when he found his scumbag dad had persevered and

turned

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

highly vigilant against

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

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

the child out and

beeline for the kitchen.

true when they say one would

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

something seems off with my scumbag dad. He doesn’t like when things are loud and will wake up even when I

busying herself with preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged at her shirt and pointed at

stopped and seemed

to see him lying so still. She removed her apron

him.

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

him to wake him up only to

going on? He was

between his brows only for her worry to grow

a person born in the Quincy family. Everyone

at any rate. He should at least know how

was why she left

fever after

unconscious.