Abusive Wife
Abusive Wife Chapter 88

Abusive Wife Chapter 88

Chapter 88

Noah could not imagine how much torment Suzette and Angie had inflicted on Madeline before whenhe saw the anger and relief in her eyes. Given her sweet and kind-hearted nature, she would not havehated the Grants as much otherwise. Hence, he wanted to chase the Grants out of Imperia as he knewit would make Madeline happy. It was also his way of making amends to the woman whose pain he hadexacerbated. Not only did he neglect her all this while, but he was also

influenced by Angie to make Madeline’s life miserable.

“I can handle my affairs. There’s no need to trouble you, Mr. Quincy.” Madeline glanced at Noah and

decisively rejected his good intentions.

Even though he was disappointed at her refusal, he decided against forcing his way through. “All right,Ms. Grant. Just

say the word if you need my help.”

“Well, thank you,” she mumbled, nodding.

After a pause, which seemed like an eternity, Noah spoke to dispel the awkward silence that wasstarting to make him feel uncomfortable. “Ms. Grant, I’m curious, what happened between you and theGrant family?”

Madeline was taken aback by Noah’s sudden question, and a flicker of panic passed through herwatery eyes. However, it disappeared in an instant. She said casually, “It’s just some cliched plot. Anobleman like you won’t be interested.” Her curt reply suggested that she had no intention ofelaborating.

Noah is sure to make my life a living hell if he replaces out my true identity. He thinks that I’m responsiblefor Gordon’s death. I

need concrete evidence to prove that it’s Angie’s doing.

“Cliched plot? Did Angie steal your boyfriend?” Noah was persistent in his questioning. Despiteknowing that revealing Madeline’s identity would be disastrous, he wanted to satiate his curiosity anddiscover more about their complicated past.

“I had no idea you were a nosy parker. Mr. Quincy, you have a fantastic imagination. It’s a pity that youaren’t an author.” Madeline ignored his question as she did not want to let slip her identity.

“Okay, then. If you don’t want to be reminded of your unhappy past, I won’t make you talk about it,”Noah relented.

Seeing that there was no reason to stay on, Madeline made an excuse for an

early exit. “I’m feeling a little tired. I shall make a move first.” She quickly set her glass on the table andhurried toward the door.

“Wait, I’m leaving too!” Noah was caught off-guard by her sudden departure. He fumbled with his glassand quickly stood up to chase after the woman.

Madeline waved her hand and quickened her pace as she called out, “It’s a wonderful event. Look at allthe beautiful ladies around. You should stay and enjoy yourself, Mr. Quincy.”

As he saw her slim figure fade from view, the man yelled angrily, “Madeline Grant!” It was the first timesomeone had rejected his company.

Madeline returned to the Maple Forest Villa half an hour later. Before she could get out of her stilettos,she was

welcomed by a young boy rushing down the stairs. “You are home, Mommy! You were gone for a fewhours! Look how thin I’ve become because I missed you so badly!”

She examined the little boy clinging to her leg and teased, “You look like you have gained weightinstead, Thomas. You’ve been well-fed lately, haven’t you? Since when did you learn to lie?”

Madeline then wrapped her arms around the kid and squeezed his plump cheeks. He’s become a lotheavier since I last saw him. I can hardly lift him any longer. What nerve does he have to claim that hehas lost weight?

“I missed you too much, Mommy. I tend to exaggerate a little when I’m love sick.” Thomas buriedhimself in Madeline’s neck and cuddled in her chest.

“You little brat! I wonder who taught you the sweet talkings.” She pinched her son’s cheeks once againand smiled.

“Mommy taught me well, of course! Look at my handsome face. I look like Mommy, I talk like Mommyand I think like Mommy.” Thomas appreciated his chiseled features as he gazed into the mirror. Hegiggled and continued, “Where’s Daddy? Why didn’t he come back with you? Has he accepted thatMommy hates him?”

Thomas turned to face the front gate and started making caustic remarks about Noah before Madelinecould respond.

“Perhaps,” she responded half-heartedly. It was a long day and she was too tired to care about theman.

Thomas suggested, “Why don’t we ask

Daddy to stay for a few more days? I’ll follow him if he returns home. I won’t be able to see youeveryday, Mommy!”

When Noah noticed his mother’s lack of response, his first thought was to rejoice that Noah had finallyrecognized that his efforts had been in vain. He was grateful to the Quincy family for treating him well,showering him with lavish spreads and clothes of prime quality. However, the prospect of losing hismother and having to pretend to be his brother was agonizing. He would rather Noah remained atMadeline’s house. Furthermore, he was confident of his ability to protect his mother from the man’sadvances.

“Thomas Grant, have you grown to like your dad?” Madeline questioned with a solemn expression.

The little boy immediately placed his

hand on his chest and said, “I’m Mommy’s precious son. I’ll never like

Daddy!”

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