Abusive Wife

Chapter 152

At the corner of a long table in the dining hall, Dr. Dylan Felch was admiring an extremely rare celadon vase Andy had brought over. The colors of the vase were striking, and the details exquisite. As an avid antique collector, Dr. Dylan was completely mesmerized, unable to take his eyes off the vase.

“Andy, this is an absolute beauty!” Dr. Dylan exclaimed in awe. “Look at the glazing, and the workmanship!”

“Dr. Felch, it’s yours if you like it. We’re both men of science after all, and we work for the same boss. I’ll have plenty of favors to ask from you in the future,” Andy was straight to the point.

Although Dylan was indeed captivated by the vase, he was not one to easily make friends or promise favors. However, Andy’s words did remind him that they do in fact work for the same

people. He was old buddies with Noah, Andy worked for Madeline, and Noah and Madeline were practically family! Hmm, there was no harm in accepting a gift like that, was there?

“You’re too polite, Andy! As you said, we’re practically family! I’ll accept this vase as a token of your friendship. Please feel free to visit my lab whenever you can!” Dylan said.

“Sure thing!” Andy smiled back. “Any friend of Madeline is a friend of mine! Please come and visit me at my hospital any time, buddy!”

“Of course, of course!” Dylan replied cheerfully as he put the vase back into its casing. The two doctors then began engaging in conversation about current medical issues and advances. However, as they were chatting, Dylan felt an ominous chill down his spine, as if

someone was observing him from behind. As he turned his head around, he came right into contact with Elise Lambert’s face, giving him the fright of his life!

“You… what sorcery is this?!” Dylan clasped his hand to his heart.

“Oh, just a little mugwort and salt,” Elise played along. She planted one leg on the chair next to him, like Napoleon the

conqueror.

I call for help then?” Dylan teased the

rescue even if you shout at the top of your lungs…” Elise

save me!” Dylan feigned a terrified

as loud as he could, causing a scene at the restaurant. He even paused to take a sip of water before continuing the ruckus. Obviously, Noah Quincy was not around to rescue

no one coming to save me,” Dylan finally relented after a while. “I suppose I’m your prisoner now. May I know where are you taking me? I’ll have you know I may not look like it, but my body is too weak

weirdo, I love it!” Elise laughed raucously as she assessed the man in front of her. She then stepped aside to reveal Madeline Grant standing behind her. Dylan was rather pleased with himself for being able to make the

too hard. Her voice was not loud, but loud enough for Dylan to overhear. The color

scanned the room for Noah and spotted him entering the dining hall from the patio, his expression dark and stormy.

I just remembered I left my phone in the restroom!” Madeline told Elise, coming up with any excuse she could

you holding your phone in your hand right there? Silly

of the looming danger

the

protested. Noah ignored him, walking briskly toward the staircase. Before he took the stairs up, he gave Dylan a death stare, an unspoken warning for him not to follow him upstairs. Dylan wiped at his nonexistent tears and looked at Elise hurtfully. In the end, he gave Andy a full hug, seeking comfort from the man

me, Andy! You can never win against women…” he muttered to a blushing

Madeline thought

as she found her way into the restroom and locked the door. She figured she could wait in here until dinner was served and usher everyone back home immediately once dinner was over. Satisfied with her plan, she sat

On Noah’s end, he saw a blue tick,

don’t come out, I’m going in!” Noah threatened out loud as he stood in front of

was in

if she stayed silent and pretended she was not in

the doorknob. Even though she was not actually using the toilet, her heart still jumped at

box hanging on the doorknob. Curiosity got the better of her as

anti-scar remedy, one of Dylan’s prized treasures. Keep it to yourself,” the message wrote. It was a simple one- liner that felt stern yet