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.

amount of time. His eyes were now bloodshot with a trace of

with Madeline by his

had believed he would have himself a few days of proper

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

from the

he waited from dusk to midnight with

going to remember

couldn’t help but harshly berate his son as he watched the pitch-black night sky outside

with a five- year-old child so he

composure on

been hiding out in the room, were finally willing to come

of

was no food in the home and both

what forced

outside.

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

opened and Thomas’s head poked

his surroundings,

scumbag dad had

turned

room. His movements were cautious for fear that he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would be stuck between a rock and a hard place

highly vigilant against

Mommy out. We can’t stay in forever.

child’s head with a tender

then led the child out and made

beeline for the kitchen.

certainly true when they say

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

and will wake up even when I drop my Baymax plushie.

was busying herself with preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged at her shirt

She stopped

so still. She removed her apron and

him.

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

him to wake him up only to

on?

his brows only for her worry to grow

an easy life as a person born

any rate. He should at least know how to

why she left him to

developed a fever after one

unconscious.