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

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

always slept peacefully with Madeline

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

two left, the esteemed Noah Quincy was left sitting on the couch downing one glass of wine after another. He

from the

worse, he waited from dusk to midnight with no signs of

to

his son as he watched

discourteous to argue with a five- year-old child so he

his composure on

the early hours of the next day, Madeline and Thomas, who had been hiding

honesty, however, neither of them

in the home and both of them were

was what forced them to

outside.

hide! I’ll take care of breakfast and

heavy, paneled door opened and Thomas’s head poked

scanned his surroundings, like an

dad had

hurriedly turned

movements were cautious for fear that he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would be stuck

was highly vigilant against his

Let Mommy out. We can’t stay in forever.

head with a tender look in

the child out and made

beeline for the kitchen.

say

stared at the sizzling fried eggs in the pan and gulped down

with 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 his

Thomas

She stopped

him lying so still. She removed her apron and

him.

was only when she got 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

fever? What’s going on? He was fine

brows only for

life as a person born

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

left him to his

he developed a fever after

unconscious.