Abusive Wife

Chapter 88

Noah could not imagine how much torment Suzette and Angie had inflicted on Madeline before when he saw the anger and relief in her eyes. Given her sweet and kind-hearted nature, she would not have hated the Grants as much otherwise. Hence, he wanted to chase the Grants out of Imperia as he knew it would make Madeline happy. It was also his way of making amends to the woman whose pain he had exacerbated. Not only did he neglect her all this while, but he was also

influenced by Angie to make Madeline’s life miserable.

“I can handle my affairs. There’s no need to trouble you, Mr. Quincy.” Madeline glanced at Noah and

decisively rejected his good intentions.

Even though he was disappointed at her refusal, he decided against forcing his way through. “All right, Ms. Grant. Just

say the word if you need my help.”

“Well, thank you,” she mumbled, nodding.

After a pause, which seemed like an eternity, Noah spoke to dispel the awkward silence that was starting to make him feel uncomfortable. “Ms. Grant, I’m curious, what happened between you and the Grant family?”

Madeline was taken aback by Noah’s sudden question, and a flicker of panic passed through her watery eyes. However, it disappeared in an instant. She said casually, “It’s just some cliched plot. A nobleman like you won’t be interested.” Her curt reply suggested that she had no intention of elaborating.

living hell if he finds out my true identity. He thinks that

prove

questioning. Despite knowing that revealing Madeline’s identity would be disastrous, he

idea you were a nosy parker. Mr. Quincy, you have a fantastic imagination. It’s a pity that you aren’t an author.” Madeline ignored his

your unhappy past, I won’t make you talk about

reason to stay on, Madeline made an excuse for

“I’m feeling a little tired. I shall make a move first.” She

her sudden departure. He fumbled with his

waved her hand and quickened her pace as she called out, “It’s a wonderful event. Look at all the beautiful ladies

angrily, “Madeline Grant!” It

hour later.

young boy rushing down the stairs. “You are home, Mommy! You were gone for a few hours! Look how thin I’ve

have gained weight instead, Thomas. You’ve been well-fed lately,

a lot heavier since I last saw

little when I’m love

I wonder who taught you the sweet talkings.”