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…

Villa. Living

at the shut bedroom door for an unknown amount of time.

peacefully with Madeline

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

one glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied several

from

from dusk to midnight with

is going to

but harshly berate his son as he watched the pitch-black night sky outside

child so he could only

maintained his composure on the

and Thomas, who had been hiding out in the room, were

however, neither of them had wanted to

food in the

forced them to

outside.

of breakfast and the rations for

door opened and Thomas’s head

his surroundings, like an infrared

was when he found his scumbag dad had persevered and

turned

cautious for fear that he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would be stuck between a rock and a hard place

vigilant

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

child’s head with a tender

the child out

beeline for the kitchen.

when they say one would feel

stared at the sizzling fried eggs

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

preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged at her shirt and pointed at the

She stopped and seemed

so still. She removed her

him.

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

up only

on?

brows only for

born in the Quincy family. Everyone was

still an adult at any rate. He should at least

why she left him

a fever after one

unconscious.