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

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

slept peacefully with

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

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 continued

from

he waited from dusk to midnight with no signs

going to remember this,

harshly berate his son as he watched the

argue with a five- year-old child so he could only

maintained his composure

next day, Madeline and Thomas, who had been hiding out in

honesty, however, neither of

there was no food in the home and both of

forced them

outside.

Go back inside and hide! I’ll take care of breakfast and

paneled door opened and Thomas’s head poked

surroundings,

he found his scumbag dad had persevered

hurriedly turned

he would accidentally wake Noah up and

vigilant against

okay. Let Mommy out.

gently patted the child’s head with a

then led the child out and

beeline for the kitchen.

was certainly true when they say one would

sizzling fried eggs in the pan and gulped down a mouthful

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

busying herself with preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged

She stopped

seem right to see him lying so still. She

him.

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

him up only to find him burning

going on? He was

a finger between his brows only for her

as a person born in the Quincy family. Everyone was at

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

left him to

he developed a fever

unconscious.