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

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

always slept peacefully with Madeline by his

days of proper sleep only for his own son to destroy

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

from the

he waited from dusk to midnight

is going to remember

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

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

composure on

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

however, neither of them had

in the home and

what forced them

outside.

and hide! I’ll take care of breakfast and

door opened and Thomas’s head

scanned his surroundings, like an infrared

found his scumbag dad had

turned

the room. His movements were cautious for fear that he would accidentally wake Noah up and his

highly vigilant

loss for words. “It’s okay. Let Mommy out. We can’t

patted the child’s head with a tender

the child out and made

beeline for the kitchen.

true when they say one

the sizzling fried eggs in

like when things are loud and will wake up even when I drop my Baymax plushie. But he

breakfast when Thomas tugged at her shirt

stopped

so still. She removed her apron

him.

lips were chapped and purple. There was barely any color to his complexion. Worry came to the forefront of

patted him to wake him up

What’s going on? He was

a finger between his brows only for her worry to grow

an easy life as a person born

rate. He should at least know how to take care

she left him

a fever after

unconscious.