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

for an unknown amount

slept peacefully with

himself a few days of proper

the esteemed Noah Quincy was left sitting on the couch downing one glass of wine

coming from the

worse, he waited from dusk to midnight with

is going to

couldn’t help but harshly berate his son as

was discourteous to argue with a five- year-old child

composure

of the next day, Madeline and Thomas, who had been hiding out in the room, were finally willing to come

all honesty, however, neither of them had

just that there was no food in the home and both of

forced them

outside.

care of breakfast and the rations for the next

paneled door opened

surroundings, like an infrared

when he found his scumbag dad had

hurriedly turned and

fear that he would accidentally wake Noah

highly vigilant

words. “It’s okay. Let Mommy out.

with a tender look

the child out

beeline for the kitchen.

when they say one would

the sizzling fried eggs in the

and will wake up even when I drop my Baymax plushie. But he didn’t respond even when I tugged at his ears just

breakfast when Thomas tugged

stopped and seemed

to see him lying so still. She

him.

got close that she realized his lips were chapped and purple. There was

wake him up only to find him

on? He

brows only for her worry to grow

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

He should at least know how to

was why she left him to

developed a fever after one night and

unconscious.