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 whenpared to Noah.


    This man couldn''t even bepared 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 unjustlyrge 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 dpidated clubhouse demolished once I turn the tables!"


    Angie had believed that she could have the ce 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 imnts were going to explode and stood in


    the booth cursing and yelling.


    Her appearance had be exactly that of a shrew found in the markets...


    Maple Forest Vi. 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 ss of wine


    after another. He quickly emptied several bottles but there continued to be no sounding 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-ck 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 hisposure 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 toe 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 toe 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 identally wake Noah up and his mother would be stuck between a rock and a hard ce


    again.


    He was highly vignt 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 hisplexion. 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.


    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 herints, 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.


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    "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 Dn''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 imed Dn was on a


    business trip.


    Dn, who was toozy 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 Dn.


    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 hey 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.