Abusive Wife

Chapter 20

Chapter 20 Tallying Wealth, Chat Later

“Mother dearest, has my most beloved brother fallen asleep?”

“He’s awake.”

“What… What are you doing then? Is he that cute?”

“We’re tallying our wealth. Chat later.”

“…”

I see how it is. You’re a mother-son pair huddling together, and I’m stuck here with the scumbag. I’m an unwanted child! What a sad life!

Thomas dramatized his situation!

He pretended to cry, and just when he was about to send a voice message to his mother, a voice called out, startling him. “What are you doing, Colt?”

The quilt was haphazardly thrown off of him before he could collect himself.

He swiftly hid his phone under his pillow and turned to face Angie, who flashed him a false smile.

Oh, this pretty lady looks ugly with her plastic grin.

Thomas didn’t answer. He instead tugged at his quilt and inched back.

Angie imagined that Colton knew of her involvement when he was thrown off a cliff when she met his frightened stare. Her gentle facade faded at the thought.

“Cat got your tongue, brat? Are you mute?” Angie had closed the door behind her when she entered. Only the two of them were here so there was no need for her to play pretend.

Thomas usually fooled around quite a bit, but this was his first time meeting such a harsh woman.

He also didn’t want to speak to her.

Of course, he was mainly afraid of revealing his secrets and being discovered.

So, Thomas decided to talk less and allow Angie to state her purpose before thinking of a countermeasure.

“Speak. Do you think I can’t do anything about you just because you don’t say anything? Let me warn you. Keep spouting nonsense and smearing my name, and I will have you thrown into the reservoir as fish food. You can forget about ever coming back!”

Angie leaned close to Thomas as she threatened him by grabbing him by his fragile shoulders. She didn’t even know that Noah had begun to suspect her!

Thomas was indeed startled by her fiendish rage, but, as a mini scourge himself, what hadn’t he seen?

“Sorry, Auntie Angie. I wasn’t paying attention to what you were saying. You want to take me fishing at the reservoir?” Thomas looked innocently at Angie to deliberately annoy her.

“Don’t cross me, Colton! Be good and keep your little mouth shut. I won’t let you off the hook if you ruin my engagement with your father!”

Thomas was a master at spotting wh*res. He knew at a glance that she was a vicious stepmother just from the fierce expression on her face!

My brother must’ve been bullied day in and day out.

Colton knows something about this woman. That’s why she came here to threaten me!

Thomas felt hurt when he considered his little brother’s pitiful appearance as he lay in the hospital bed. He blamed himself terribly. He had the privilege of receiving his mother’s love, but his little brother was left to suffer in the Quincy household. What is there to envy?!

I shouldn’t be envious of him. What I need to do now is to avenge him!

He, of course, took notice of her grim expression and calmly agreed. “Okay, Auntie Angie. Take it easy. It’s not like I won’t agree.”

Angie suspected that there was something wrong with her ears.

The brat had always been at odds with her, but now he was being nice?

“What?”

“Yeah, Don’t worry. I won’t stop you from marrying Daddy.” Thomas clung to his quilt and smiled innocently.

“Really? You’ve become a good boy, Colt. I’ll be nice if you don’t say anything you’re not supposed to!” She felt flattered.

The look in her eyes grew gentler.

“Of course. Kids don’t lie. But…”

“But?”

“But what are you going to give me when you marry Daddy?” He looked expectantly at her.

Mom said it would be a waste if I don’t suck a bad person dry.

He was direct in his words.

“Of course. Tell me what you want, Colt. I’ll get it for you!”

There was a glint in his eyes when he heard her words.

Die, scum!

You mess with my brother, you mess with me!

……

At the Maple Forest Villa.

Madeline accompanied the recently awakened Colton. Despite his reluctance to say a word, she knew his timidity was related to his upbringing. That was why she instructed Thomas to hide in the attic.

She still wanted to communicate more with Colton.

However, Madeline, who thought she had perfectly raised two children, had trouble coaxing the little one.

Toys. Dolls. Story time. Cars. Skateboarding. Cartoons?

She frantically tried to explore his interests but came up empty-handed.

He even has a temper. Anytime the Quincy family or his injury was brought up, he would close his eyes and go to sleep.

He was such an expert at feigning sleep that he could be compared to Thomas.

Just as she was about to take comfort in catching a break, a chime resounded from her phone. A notification had come in.

“Four hundred million has been deposited into your account…”

The sound of money clinking away made Colton, who was pretending to be asleep, open his eyes again.

Madeline felt as if she had discovered a brand new continent and could barely hold her excitement back.

“You like this sound, Colt?” Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

The small spark of excitement that had just ignited in Colton’s eyes was gone in a blink of an eye.

She was frustrated, but she at least found a way to get through to him.

She tapped on the account page on her phone where she received the transaction and placed it in Colton’s hand. “This is the money that I tricked Angie into giving me. You can buy whatever you want with it!”

With no verbal response, she could only allow him to do as he pleased. One of his arms was uninjured. It was more than enough!

Colton came to his senses when he heard Angie’s name.

He glanced at the phone’s screen and then back at Madeline. There was hesitation as he tapped on the phone before returning it.

She was taken aback when she saw what was on the homepage.

It was a page on stock investment.

“You’re saying I should use this money to invest in this stock?”

Madeline approached and asked, uncertain.

Even she had some reservations. Could this son of mine also be a genius?

She swallowed nervously and was more than uneasy.

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