Abusive Wife

Abusive Wife Chapter 81

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bullied by my scumbag father?!”

“You’re not allowed to lie to me!”

“If he did, hehe! He’s not going to have a good time!”

Back in the room.

Thomas grabbed Madeline’s hand and checked her thoroughly.

Worried, he whispered into her ear.

Even a little demon like him was worried for his mother’s safety!

She responded by gently smoothing out his bangs. “Don’t worry. He won’t do anything to me. Be goodand stay here. Colt’s room absolutely must not be found!”

“Ah? Why? I want to see Colt. I want to

tell him that we’re brothers!”

Thomas wasn’t expecting to be denied access to the basement after being gone for a few days. Hewas crestfallen, pouting and complaining away.

“Colt isn’t doing too well. Don’t disturb him, got it? If you disobey, I’ll get Albert to get you a ticket andsend you away!”

“No, Mommy! You’re being impulsive! I’ll be good. I won’t bother Colt!”

He was frightened by his mother’s threat of sending him back and immediately refused.

He wasn’t ready to face Her Majesty, Zeke, by himself.

That was more unbearable torture than being sent to kindergarten and playing with a group ofimmature children.

tell him that we’re brothers!”

Thomas wasn’t expecting to be denied access to the basement after being gone for a few days. Hewas crestfallen, pouting and complaining away.

“Colt isn’t doing too well. Don’t disturb him, got it? If you disobey, I’ll get Albert to get you a ticket andsend you away!”

“No, Mommy! You’re being impulsive! I’ll be good. I won’t bother Colt!”

He was frightened by his mother’s threat of sending him back and immediately refused.

He wasn’t ready to face Her Majesty, Zeke, by himself.

That was more unbearable torture than being sent to kindergarten and playing with a group ofimmature children.

“Do you have time, Ms. Grant? If you remember, we still have some

unfinished business…”

Noah Quincy, the widowed and lonely old man, was restless and couldn’t help taking the initiative.

There was, however, no response from Madeline.

“Softer, Daddy. Auntie Madeline is sleeping.”

Thomas’s soft, childish voice came through the door, completely shattering

Noah’s final glimmer of hope.

He felt his blood hit its boiling point and nearly lost his breath in his anger.

They still remained in a stalemate

several hours later.

One was a loving mother with a filial

son and the other a widowed and lonely

man.

The contrast between the bleak and the lively was stark.

In terms of misery, however, there were still the three members of the Grant family nestled in theapartment.

“You’re finally back! What did Noah say? Is he willing to help us?”

Bruno Grant rushed to the door

immediately after the lock turned and

stared at Angie. His eyes were

bloodshot.

“Help? Haha, how delusional!”

Angie dragged herself in as if she were

a zombie and smiled sadly at him.

She couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of how cold Noah seemed as he left.

She thought that by exposing Madeline’s true identity to Noah, she

would be able to turn the tables and become the high and mighty young lady of the Grant family.

Noah had unexpectedly reacted as if he had already known about it.

He had even cast suspicion on Gordon Quincy for what happened back then…

“No! We have to get rid of Madeline. If it weren’t for her, I would’ve married into the Quincy householdand become a lady of the Quincy family!”

“It’s her. It’s always her! She keeps

getting in my way!”

“Why should she be living such a well- off life and I’m down in the dumps, trampled and humiliated?!No! I won’t allow this to go on!”

Angie’s thoughts were swarming with recent memories.

The moment she fell from grace.

It was an endless stream of ridicule and humiliation.

Every memory drove her to near insanity.

She desperately tore at her hair and screamed herself hoarse until she fell into the room.

“What was the use of me raising her so well? There’s no return, only delusions

of grandeur!”

Bruno was planning to sell his daughter to make a comeback. If Jerry Lowe refused, there were alwaysother men.

The young were unable to rake in the money and thus, the old pervert took

over.

Angie was not the sharpest tool in the shed but she was indeed beautiful.

He could, more or less, recoup his losses just by tossing her into any bed.

He’d live comfortably even if the Grant Corporation couldn’t be saved.

There was nothing he could do for the moment in her bout of madness. Who would touch her with aten-foot pole?

It didn’t change how he had no target to

vent his building rage.

Angie, however, was far stronger than he thought.

She calmed down after having vented and regained her sanity.

“Just you wait, Madeline. I don’t care what price I have to pay to see you dead!”

She was sitting in front of the vanity, and the comb in her hand was bent to the point of breaking.

Her eyes reflected back to her in the mirror was one of sheer ferocity…

Her features were done up exquisitely- nothing like the light makeup she favored before but one filledwith a sultry charm.

After thinking about it for a long time, she finally made up her mind and found a certain number in heraddress book.

“I’ll be there tonight. I hope you keep your word.”

Noah did not miss his old flame in the slightest. The idiot, Jerry, was nowhere to be found.

She couldn’t simply wait for death. She had to find another way out.

Midnight. The largest club in Imperia.

Angie, who was dressed in a red tulle dress cut low at the front and her face caked heavily withmakeup, looked up at the signboard.

Her charming and seductive eyes were clear with her unwillingness.

She still ended up making her way inside.

From tonight onward, Imperia’s high and mighty Angie Grant would cease to exist. There was onlyRebecca in the private club.

“Hey gorgeous, you’re quite the angel descended from heaven. It’s a pity you have this pile of vulgarfans for company. Why don’t you come with me? What do you want? I’ll give you anything.”

Angie was being molested by the rich, pot-bellied man, with his arm around her waist.

She was smiling but her eyes barely hid her disgust. It was lucky the lighting was dim. The man failedto notice.

“You’ll give me anything I want? Really?”

She snuggled into the older man’s arms with a voice so sweet and delicate.

In reality, it was nothing more than a test.

“Of course, babe. Outfits. Jewelry. Just say the word and it’s yours. No questions asked!”

The old man downed the champagne set out in front of him. In his blurred, drunken vision, was desire.

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