Abusive Wife

Abusive Wife Chapter 122

Noah gently stroked his son’s head, cradling the boy in his arms with tender affection.

Thomas felt his heart quicken when he heard what his father said. “Is that true? Are you really happy, Daddy?” He turned to look at Noah enquiringly, feeling slightly exhilarated.

“Of course,” Noah answered calmly. After all, it was only right that a family should be together.

Noah’s answer set the wheels in Thomas’s brain spinning, and he swiftly began considering the possibilities of the situation.

From the looks of it, Daddy really liked Mommy still. However, if he really and truly liked her, then why had he behaved like such a scumbag? Was this what people meant when they said that after C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

sowing one’s wild oats, home was invariably the sweetest haven of all?

Thomas did not know what to do. Lately, he had begun to feel that Daddy was becoming a much better person. Nonetheless, Noah had still been a massive scumbag in the past! Did he truly want to help Daddy get together with Mommy so they could start afresh? He felt extremely conflicted.

Noah looked down thoughtfully at the little boy in his arms. Something flickered in his eyes for a moment, then he retrieved his own phone and pulled up his Instagram account. “Colt, why don’t you add me to your friend list?”

“Huh? Daddy, you never use Instagram, right?” Thomas blinked as he saw

Noah’s Instagram account, considerably startled.

His own Instagram handle was “Thomas The Handsomest Dude.” If he added Noah to his friend list, his deception would be exposed in no time.

“I’ve started using it now. Why, Colt, don’t you want to be friends with Daddy?” Noah could see that the little rascal was in a dilemma and

deliberately added fuel to the fire by asking the question in a slightly hurt tone.

The man might be a tyrannical CEO, but it was impossible to resist him when he put on his sad puppy act!

“N-no, no, that’s not it, Daddy…here, I’ll add you…” Thomas resigned himself to his fate, pulled out his phone, and added Noah to his Instagram friend list.

“Thomas? Is this your new nickname?”

“Umm…yes, that’s right! Do you like it, Daddy?” His scumbag daddy was pretty smart! In fact, Noah had saved him the trouble of finding an adequate

explanation. That was one less worry!

“I do. It sounds nice and it’s cute,” Noah replied with unconcealed approval. His own Instagram handle was “Noah Quincy”, which was both straightforward and unpretentious.

After adding Noah, Thomas excused himself to wash his hands in the bathroom and hurriedly pulled up his private message conversation with Madeline. With some pride, he typed, “Mommy dearest, Daddy says my name is cute!”

After returning from the warehouse in the mountains with the 100 thousand

dollars he had extorted from Angie, Asher went to a nightclub. The exorbitant amount of money instantly attracted five of the hostesses, who happily entertained him the entire night in the club and at the hotel room he had booked there.

Previously, when he was still on the philanthropic committee, Asher had some form of income, at least. Now that he was unemployed, however, he had outgoing expenses but no money coming in, so even if he went out, he could not even afford to pay for a drink for one of the hostesses.

Today, though, he had managed to find a way around that, even if it was illegal. He felt he deserved to enjoy himself for

once.

The hostesses entertained him until 8 o’clock the next morning. As a result, he

did not see the message that Tony sent him until he awoke later in the messy hotel room.

By now, the video of him pissing on Angie was all over social media.

He clicked on the video first and laughed with glee as he saw himself humiliating Angie so thoroughly. Tony wasn’t bad with a camera at all; he had chosen an angle that made Asher look great.

Amid his glee, he noticed that Tony had left him a voice message. Initially, he thought that Tony was congratulating him and was in an excellent mood when he started listening to it. However, by the time he finished the message, he was shocked into being fully sober.

“Crap! That d*mned Tony, he’s gotten me into deep sh*t now!” Asher snarled

as he almost fell out of bed in his hurry to get up. Snatching his clothes from the floor, he pulled them on as fast as he could and fled out the door, not even bothering to put on his shoes.

The minute he stepped outside, however, someone sent him back through the door with a hard kick.

“Who the h*ll are you?” Asher flailed and fell backward, his rotund body landing squarely on the floor. In pain, he grabbed at his chest and started yelling angrily at the unwelcome newcomer. When he finally recognized the other person, he shrank back slightly. “Mr. Hudson! Why are you here so early in the morning?”

Asher struggled to his feet and bowed his head obsequiously, plastering a smile onto his face.

“There’s no need to be in such a rush, Mr. Walter. Mr. Quincy sent me here to ask you where Angie Grant is.”

“Huh? How would I know where Ms. Angie Grant is? I think you’ve got the wrong person, Mr. Hudson.” Asher kept his head low, denying everything.

By now, Angie was most likely dead. He couldn’t locate her for Noah even if he tried. If he managed a plausible denial, he was sure that Wayne would not do anything to him. After all, the man was just Noah’s employee.

“It looks like it might have slipped your mind, Mr. Walter, given you’re so busy with so many important matters. Never mind. Let me help jog your memory.” Wayne gestured, and one of the bodyguards standing behind him immediately stepped forward with a phone. On it was the video from last

night.

The bodyguard grabbed Asher and pried his eyes open wide, shoving the video in his face and playing it.

Asher was in so much pain from being manhandled that he could not help but beg for mercy. “I remember now, I do! I… I pulled a cruel prank on her, but after that, I left! I really don’t know where

Angie is now!” He fell to the ground, rolling in agony as he felt his injured eye sockets. He felt as if his eyeballs would fall out at any moment, they hurt so much!

“You don’t know? It looks like your memory is really faulty, Mr. Walter. I think we’re going to have to take you down memory lane in earnest before you can remember properly. Well, let’s not waste time then. Let’s go!”

“Yes, sir!”

As soon as Wayne gave his orders, the bodyguards behind him immediately surged forward and yanked Asher to his feet, preparing to drag him out the door.

Asher was so terrified he planted his plump body firmly on the ground and refused to move, grabbing at the doorframe with one hand for support. The slamming door nearly sent him sprawling.

“Mr. Hudson, I swear, I’ve told you everything I know! That’s the truth! I’m not lying!”

Wayne ignored his pleas, and the bodyguards continued dragging him

out.

The nightclub was deserted at this time of the morning, and Asher’s wails of

distress echoed through the empty corridors.

When he saw that the bodyguards were about to drag him into the lift, Asher’s resolve completely crumbled. “Angie… Angie fell down the cliff! I swear I had nothing to do with it, the rope wasn’t secure enough, and she fell down the cliff!”

“You’re saying Angie Grant is dead?” Wayne turned and scrutinized Asher’s expression intently.

“She fell from so high up! I doubt she’s alive! It’s not that I didn’t want to save her, but I can’t swim, and the cliff was so high…even if she was Helen of Troy, there wasn’t anything I could do, right?” Asher felt very satisfied with the two excuses he had concocted on the spur of the moment and continued lying with a straight face.

“Send him to the police station!”

“What? Mr. Hudson, I’ve already told you everything I know! Why are you taking me to the police? I’m already in such a sorry state; please let me off!” Asher pleaded, collapsing onto his knees and sobbing up a storm.

Unfortunately, Wayne wasn’t buying it.

“Mr. Quincy’s orders were that he wants to see her if she’s alive, and if she’s dead, he wants to see the body. Once you’re at the police station, the authorities will naturally do everything they can to retrieve Ms. Grant’s body. As for you, once you’re in the hands of the police, you know exactly what to

disclose and what not to disclose. Are we clear?”

“I…” Asher’s indignation knew no bounds. He was about to plead for

mercy again, but the moment he caught sight of Wayne’s steely, ferocious gaze, he was terrified into silence.

“You’ve messed with someone that Mr. Quincy wants to see. It’s up to you whether we shut your mouth permanently right now or whether you go to the police and continue your miserable existence. Your choice, Mr. Walter.”

“N-no, no! I don’t want to die! I won’t say anything I shouldn’t! Take me to the police now!” Asher’s priorities became blindingly clear in a split second. Immediately he got to his feet and let the

bodyguards hustle him off to the police station.

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