Abusive Wife
Abusive Wife Chapter 53

Abusive Wife Chapter 53

Chapter 53

“Ms. Angie, have you forgotten me already? I sacrificed a hand for you, you know! I was so sad aboutthat too!” Asher blocked Angie’s way with his remaining hand, staring fixedly at her with a mixture ofderision and anger.

His accusing gaze made Angie feel cold all over.

“Asher Walter, is it? Evidently, you want to lose your other hand as well, don’t you?”

“Bitch, please. You have some nerve, talking all high and mighty like that; you’re nothing underneath allyour fancy trappings. Do you really think you’re still a princess on a throne? Nonsense! Grab her, boys.Today I’m going to get some payback for that missing hand of mine!”

Asher’s eyes kindled with pleasure at the thought of finally being able to exact

his revenge. He gestured, and several men grabbed hold of Angie, holding her fast.

“What are you doing? Let go of me! Let me go!” Angie had never dreamed that she would encounter anenemy upon going out today and was thrown into a panic.

She still wanted to marry into the Quincy family; she could not afford to lose a hand! That wasunthinkable!

Frightened, she struggled furiously, but Asher’s men held onto her firmly and dragged her toward theback of the bar.

“Where are you taking me? Let go of me now! Help!” Angie shrieked, dropping her dignity entirely.However, all the onlookers were watching the drama unfold with great entertainment; none of themcared about her fate. Even those

who had previously championed her as Imperia’s charitable princess merely watched, smirking withderision as she was hauled off.

At this point, Angie was overcome with terror. She could not allow herself to be ruined by theseworthless bastards!

Just as she was about to be dragged to the back door of the bar, she suddenly caught sight of afamiliar figure. Immediately she screamed, “Madeline!”

Madeline had only just stepped into the bar with Albert when she heard someone shrieking her name.She turned to see who it was, only to

discover that it was Angie.

How serendipitous!

“What’s going on, Ms. Angie? Have you inadvertently offended someone?”

Madeline walked over to where Angie was with a faint smile that could charm the birds off the trees.

“Madeline, help me please! I’ll owe you a favor if you do!” Angie pleaded, her eyes never leavingMadeline’s face. She knew she was embarrassing herself, but this woman, whom she detested somuch, was her only hope of escaping this horrible situation!

“Ms. Madeline, this is a personal grudge we need to settle between ourselves. I’m asking you, please,don’t get involved.” Before Madeline could reply to Angie, Asher spoke up.

Madeline dropped her gaze to the stump of Asher’s missing hand. With a sigh of regret, she murmured,“Ms. Angie, I’m very sorry, but Mr. Walter’s not under the jurisdiction of the Charity Association anylonger. I’m afraid I can’t

help you!” She gave Angie an embarrassed, awkward look.

Asher took this as permission to proceed and pulled Angie toward the back door.

“Y…you’re both in cahoots? Madeline, you’ll pay for this!” Angie’s shrieks echoed through the bar, asjarring to the ear as an off-key instrument.

Madeline’s expression darkened immediately. She took a step forward and rested her hand on Angie’sshoulder for a moment. “Angie Grant, you’re as stupid as ever. Have you forgotten my name is alsoMadeline? You stole that other Madeline’s husband and children. You even caused her death. Do youreally think she’d lift a finger to save you?”

“You…you’re Madeline?” Angie’s world

immediately turned upside down! What on earth did Madeline mean by those cryptic words?

Was she actually her sister, Madeline Grant?

That Madeline had been dead for ages; what was this woman talking about? How could her sisterMadeline come back from the dead? It was impossible!

Madeline paid no further heed to Angie, despite Asher’s men dragging her out the back door of the bar.“Keep an eye on things. Don’t let them kill her; we still have unfinished business between us!” Sheinstructed Albert quietly, watching the back door swing shut.

“Yes, Ms. Madeline.” Albert

acknowledged his orders, then threaded his way around the milling crowd and went out the back dooras well.

Madeline seated herself at the VIP

cardholders’ area and ordered some

cocktails from the hostesses. She was in an expansively good mood. Even though the bar and itssurroundings grated on her nerves a little, she did occasionally enjoy watching people hustling andbustling about. It was a reminder that she was still very much alive and able to appreciate the materialpleasures of this world.

A message notification suddenly beeped on her phone. She checked it immediately; she was quitesure it was from that young rascal, Thomas.

As expected, Thomas had indeed sent a message!

“Mommy dearest, your beloved son’s been kidnapped today!”

“You’re sure of this?” Madeline sent

back immediately.

“Hee hee, of course I’m sure. I was the one who came up with the kidnapping scheme in the firstplace!”

Madeline was momentarily bereft of speech. Now she knew beyond doubt that her young punk of a sonhad a hand in the matter. In fact, ever since Thomas visited the Quincy household and left it sohurriedly, she had known he was probably responsible for most of the affair.

Of course, this did not stop her from carrying out her revenge! That was why she had burned down theGrant residence and deliberately let Bruno get away unharmed.

Thomas messaged again, “Mommy, don’t be angry, ok? Your little angel’s already made 10 milliondollars today!

You have no idea how wealthy my scumbag of a daddy is. I really hope I can inherit his money soon!”

Madeline sent back a reply. “Err…good luck with that.”

“I won’t disappoint you, Mommy!” Thomas replied.

Madeline stared at the chat log and rubbed her forehead helplessly.

It was a waste of time to worry about young Thomas. It was a good day if the little devil didn’t replacesomeone to fleece; she had to thank her lucky stars when that happened!

“Ms. Grant, I was under the impression you’d hurt yourself, yet you’re still visiting a bar?” A low,attractive voice came from just above Madeline’s head. Involuntarily, she looked up, straight into

Noah’s face, half-concealed in the

shadows.

She had been too engrossed in returning Thomas’s messages and was completely unaware thatsomeone had come up beside her. She did not know if Noah had seen her conversation with Thomaseither…

Madeline had a moment of uneasiness, but it soon passed. Instead, she deliberately allowed anexpression of worry to appear on her face.

“Mr. Quincy, there’s something you probably should know. The love of your life has been waylaid by abunch of ruffians and hustled into the back room. You should go and rescue her before it’s too late!”

Noah made no move to depart despite what Madeline had told him. Instead, he

sat down opposite her. “Do you really want me to go to her rescue?”

“Of course!”

“Stop pretending already. You’re rejoicing at Angie’s misfortune, aren’t you?” Noah sounded oddlyrelaxed even as he said this. It was as if he was discussing someone else’s affairs

rather than his own. In fact, he made it sound as if it was none of his business

at all.

This was something entirely unexpected, as far as Madeline was concerned. Angie’s reputation mighthave been ruined, but she had been Noah’s one and only beloved for quite a few years. How could hejust sit there and disassociate himself from the matter?

“Very well then, since it appears I can’t

hide the truth from you, I’ll come right out and say it. You deserve someone better, Mr. Quincy.”

The momentary flicker of puzzlement in Madeline’s eyes did not escape Noah. Like the proverbialspark that started a prairie fire, that flicker set something in motion, even though he was not aware of itthen. “Someone better like yourself, perhaps?” He asked blandly.

“It may be night time right now, Mr. Quincy, but you really shouldn’t dream so much!”

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