Abusive Wife

Chapter 133

It was like the air was sucked right out of Madeline, and she was then thrown out of the wood cabin.

She smashed through the window of the cabin and lay among the shattered glass on the lawn.

Madeline saw stars from the crash.

Amid the haziness, she caught a glimpse of the man, who strangled her with a silver wire, walking out of the cabin.

“Ha! I expected more from the woman who caught LF. That’s a

disappointment.” The man in black took strides over to her while speaking in contempt and disdain.

“You’re one of Lone Wolf’s men. So you

were the one who kidnapped the

Quincies’ young boy?”

Her internal alarm bells prompted Madeline to stay alert.

Propping herself up, Madeline touched her bleeding neck and fixated on the man before her. Her eyes reflected her intent to get blood on her hands.

“That’s right. I’m Vic of Lone Wolf’s men. Lone Fox is my best friend. You will pay for crippling him!”

Fueled with bloodthirst, Vic was ready to pounce on his prey.

“Hold on!

“Where’s the Quincies’ boy?” Madeline was not going to shy away from the fight, but she needed to get to the bottom of the children’s location.

“I left him in the cabin. As for where he is now, I have no idea. He won’t go far

since he’s injured, so he’s probably eaten by some wild animals.”

Vic offhandedly commented without hiding the contempt on his face.

He caught wind that the woman would come looking for the child if he was taken, so he volunteered to take the job.

It did not matter to him what happened to the kid.

Madeline was exasperated, feeling a rush of blood to her head.

“So you’re saying that you ditched the child to the middle of nowhere. He’s only five!”

“I’m a killer, alright? Why should I provide childcare to the Quincies? Besides, I kidnapped the Quincies’ boy. Why are you making a fuss out of it?”

Finding Madeline amusing, Vic taunted.

boy is my

All the more reason I can’t let you walk out of here alive today.” Tension ran along Vic’s facial lines as

you think you’re off the hook after taking my son? Aren’t you curious how Lone

blew on the whistle hanging around

startled the birds

birds scattering, Albert, who was nearby

the scene most

cutting through the back

arrived with his

him! Make him wish

“Yes, Ms. Grant.”

“Got it, Mrs. Quincy!”

aides surrounded Vic at Madeline’s

of them carried a bow, aiming the arrow at the

hemmed in on all sides, Vic let out a smug

people are enough

here as well!” Thirteen gathered momentum by stepping on the branch and leaped off a tree. He landed

because I was

off to

phone to check on Thomas’ phone

red dot that was

certain that Thomas was nowhere near the

how close the brat was to the kidnapper. That was the reason why she tracked the boys down without giving Thomas a message or a call. Madeline feared the phone

was quickly

other end of the line,

me! I sent you a lot of text messages, but you didn’t reply to any of them. I thought nobody

whining came through

Thomas?

Colt?”

asked while gripping the phone. She was all over

they were not

right. Your precious son – me – just saved

cockiness knew no boundaries as it could

confidence

cool, Thomas! Tell

praise came from

spawn

half a mile away West of

pretty good at roasting potatoes. I don’t want to admit to it,

volume to tell her a

and then that Madeline knew

you up once I

can do it,