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

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

slept peacefully with Madeline by

himself a few days of proper sleep only for his own

sitting on the couch downing one

coming from

waited from dusk to midnight with no signs

is going to

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

year-old child so he could only make a mental note

maintained his composure on the

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

all honesty, however, neither of them

no food in the

forced them

outside.

I’ll take care of breakfast and the rations

paneled door opened

surroundings, like an infrared

when he found his scumbag dad had persevered and was lying on

hurriedly turned and

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

highly vigilant

Mommy out. We can’t stay

the child’s head with a tender look in

then led the child out and

beeline for the kitchen.

when they say one would feel miserable without

kitchen, Madeline stared at the sizzling fried eggs in the

and will wake up even when I drop my Baymax plushie. But he

Thomas tugged at her shirt

She stopped and

so still. She removed her apron and went

him.

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

him up only to find

on? He

between his brows only

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 least know how

she left him to his

fever after one

unconscious.