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. Living

door for an unknown amount of time. His eyes were now bloodshot with

slept peacefully with Madeline by his

believed he would have himself a few days of proper sleep only for his own son

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

coming from the

to

going to

help but harshly berate his son as he watched the pitch-black

with a five- year-old child so

his composure on

been hiding out in the room, were finally willing to come outside. They left

all honesty, however, neither of

just that there was no food in the

was what forced them to

outside.

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

paneled door opened and Thomas’s

his surroundings, like an

was when he found his scumbag dad had persevered and was

hurriedly turned

Noah up and his mother

highly vigilant against his

“It’s okay. Let Mommy out. We can’t stay

child’s head with a

child

beeline for the kitchen.

true when they say one would feel miserable

Madeline stared at the sizzling fried eggs in the pan

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

preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged at

She stopped and

didn’t seem right to see him lying 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 to his

him to wake him up only

on?

a finger between his brows only for

life as a person born in the Quincy

adult at any rate. He should at least know how to take

left him to his

think he developed a fever

unconscious.