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.

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

always slept peacefully with Madeline by his

few days of

was left sitting on the couch downing one glass of wine after

from

he waited from dusk to midnight with no

going to

son as he

child so he could only make a mental note

composure on the

had been hiding out in the

however, neither of

there was no food in the home

forced them

outside.

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

heavy, paneled door opened and Thomas’s

surroundings, like an

dad had persevered and was lying on the

turned and

the room. His movements were cautious for fear that he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would be stuck between a rock

vigilant against his

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

patted the child’s head with a tender look in

led the child out

beeline for the kitchen.

say one would

fried eggs in the pan and gulped down a

seems 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

was busying herself with preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged at her

stopped and seemed

so still. She removed her apron and

him.

were chapped and purple. There was barely any color to his complexion. Worry

up only to find

going on?

his brows only for her worry to grow

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

was still an adult at any rate. He should at

why she left him to his own

think he developed a fever

unconscious.