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...

Maple Forest Villa. Living room.

Noah stared absently at the shut bedroom door for an unknown amount of time. His eyes were now bloodshot with a trace of grief.

with Madeline by

himself a few days of proper

left sitting on the couch downing one glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied several bottles but there continued to be no sound

dusk to midnight

is going to remember

help but harshly berate his son as he watched

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

composure

early hours of the next day, Madeline and Thomas, who had been hiding out in

however, neither of them

was just that there was no food in the home and both of them were

forced them

and hide! I'll take care of breakfast and the rations for

heavy, paneled door opened and Thomas's head poked

his surroundings, like

his scumbag dad had persevered and

and pushed Madeline into the room. His movements were cautious for fear that he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would be stuck between a rock

vigilant against his

Mommy out. We can't stay in forever.

the child's head with a tender look in

out and made a

was certainly true when they say one

fried eggs in the pan and gulped down a mouthful

doesn't like when things are loud and will wake up even when

Thomas tugged at her

She stopped and seemed

right to see him lying so

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

up only

What's going on? He was

brows only

always led an easy life as a person born in the Quincy family. Everyone was at his

an adult at any rate. He should at least know how to

was why she left

he developed a fever after

wine bottles on the

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