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

bedroom door for an unknown amount

always slept peacefully with

a few days of proper sleep only for his

on the couch downing one glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied several bottles but there

coming from the

waited from dusk to

is going to

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

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

his composure on

had been hiding out

neither of

was just that there was no food in the

forced

outside.

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

heavy, paneled door opened and

scanned his surroundings, like an infrared

his scumbag dad

hurriedly turned

he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would be stuck

was highly vigilant against his

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

gently patted the child’s head with a tender look

led the child out and made

beeline for the kitchen.

say one would feel

eggs in

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 I tugged at

was busying herself with preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged at

stopped

lying so still. She removed her apron and went

him.

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

patted him to wake him up only to find him burning

on? He was fine

his brows only for her worry to

always led an easy life as a person born in the Quincy family. Everyone was at his beck and

rate. He should at least know how to take

left him to

a fever after one

unconscious.