Aggressive Wife novel (Madeline and Noah)

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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.

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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.

He always slept peacefully with Madeline by his side.

He had believed he would have himself a few days of proper sleep only for his own son to

destroy all expectations.

After the two left, the esteemed Noah Quincy was left sitting on the couch downing one

glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied several bottles but there continued to be

no sound coming from the room.

What's worse, he waited from dusk to midnight with no signs of fatigue.

Daddy is going to remember this, Colton!

He couldn't help but harshly berate his son as he watched the pitch-black night sky

outside the window.

It was discourteous to argue with a five-year-old child so he could only make a mental

note of it.

He maintained his composure on the surface…

In the early 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 bedroom hand-in-hand.

In all honesty, however, neither of them had wanted to show themselves.

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

That was what forced them to come outside.

"Mommy! Go back inside and hide! I'll take care of breakfast and the rations for the next

few days!"

The heavy, paneled door opened and Thomas's head poked out.

He scanned his surroundings, like an infrared scanner.

That was when he found his scumbag dad had persevered and was lying on the couch.

He hurriedly turned 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 and a hard place again.

He was highly vigilant against his father.

Madeline was at a loss for words. "It's okay. Let Mommy out. We can't stay in forever. It's

boring to keep staying in."

She gently patted the child's head with a tender look in her eyes.

She then led the child out and made a beeline for the kitchen.

It was certainly true when they say one would feel miserable without food!

In the kitchen, Madeline stared at the sizzling fried eggs in the pan and gulped down a

mouthful of saliva.

"Mommy, something seems off with my scumbag dad. He doesn't like when things are

loud and will wake up even when I drop my Baymax plushie. But he didn't respond even

when I tugged at his ears just now."

Madeline was busying herself with preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged at her shirt

and pointed at the sofa.

"Huh?" She stopped and seemed doubtful.

It didn't seem right to see him lying so still. She removed her apron and went to him.

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

was barely any color to his complexion. Worry came to the forefront of her mind.

She patted him to wake him up only to find him burning up.

"A fever? What's going on? He was fine yesterday."

She poked a finger between his brows only for her worry to grow stronger.

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

his beck and call.

He was still an adult at any rate. He should at least know how to take care of himself.

That was why she left him to his own devices.

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To think he developed a fever after one night and rendered himself unconscious.

The sight of the wine bottles on the coffee table changed her worry into anger.

Do you want to die that badly, Noah?!

Why did you drink so much?! You know you're injured!

Just as she was about to voice her complaints, Madeline registered that she couldn't let

Thomas know about his injuries.

She had no choice but to keep her mouth shut and curse to herself.

"No, if this goes on, he's going to turn into an idiot with no brain cells!"

Madeline was inexplicably flustered when Noah would not stir no matter how much she

tried to shake him awake.

That was when Dylan's name came to mind. She hurried for her phone.

She didn't need to think about it to know that Noah was lying when he claimed Dylan was

on a business trip.

Dylan, who was too lazy to go anywhere but the nightclubs, going on a business trip?

What a joke!

That was when someone tugged at the hem of her shirt.

"Don't leave, Madeline! I'm sorry!"

Noah was clutching onto her pajamas, murmuring in a daze.

"Huh?! What are you saying?"

"Let go. I'm getting someone to save you!"

His mind was in a state of chaos. Even his words were unclear.

Madeline failed to hear him and only heard him calling her name.

After some tugging, she finally broke free from his iron grip long enough to reach her

phone.

She hurriedly texted Dylan.

She was still frowning nervously.

She always wished that Noah, the blind scumbag, would suffer and never see a day of

peace while she was still abroad.

She, however, realized she couldn't be as hard-hearted as she imagined as he lay

unconscious before her as he was tormented by illness.

His fever was probably due to the deterioration of the wound...

She softened at the thought.

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