Aggressive Wife novel (Madeline and Noah)

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.

peacefully with

would have himself a few days of

sitting on the couch downing one glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied several bottles

he waited from dusk to midnight

to

harshly berate his son as he watched the

to argue with a five-year-old child so

his composure

hours of the next day, Madeline and Thomas, who had been hiding out in the room, were finally willing to come outside. They left the

neither of

was just that there was no food in the

what forced

take care of breakfast and the rations for the

opened and Thomas's

surroundings, like an infrared

he found his scumbag dad had persevered

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

highly vigilant

for words. "It's okay. Let Mommy out. We can't stay in forever. It's boring to keep

child's head with a

and made a beeline for the

they say one would feel

stared at the sizzling fried eggs in the pan and gulped

and will wake up even when I drop

herself with preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged at her shirt and pointed at the

She stopped and seemed

seem right to see him lying so still. She removed her apron and went

she realized his lips were chapped and purple. There was barely any color to his complexion. Worry came to the

him up only to find

fever? What's going on?

between his brows only for her worry to grow

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

He should at least know

she left

a fever after one night and rendered

the coffee