Abusive Wife

Abusive Wife Chapter 147

Bruno entered the public eye with the persona of a wounded elderly father.

“Madeline, The Undutiful Daughter” had become a trending topic on Twitter.

The popularity of the topic only continued to rise.

News of Noah publicly declaring his love for Madeline had been the trendiest topic for a long time, leading to fans picking up on Bruno’s breaking news.

It didn’t take long for a netizen to pen a short essay titled “Uncovering Mrs. Quincy’s Sordid Tales”.

It “introduced” in detail Madeline’s bad behavior growing up and the inevitability of her being unfilial to her parents in her adulthood.

The short composition was well done. It

was almost as if the author had seen it all with their own eyes.

Her fans became her greatest haters. They boldly cursed her name on social media.

Many were envious of her for being the only woman who made the most affluent man of Imperia, publicly show his love for her. None hesitated to say the most vicious words.

There was now even a slogan that announced, “Divorce her, Mr. Quincy!”

Madeline, meanwhile, was giggling in amusement at her phone.

Noah, who was watching Dylan redress her wound, couldn’t be more unhappy with the expression on her face.

Every time he witnessed her tapping

away on her phone, a part of him automatically assumed that another man was drawing laughs out of her.

Is there something wrong with me? I should probably have Dylan take a look.

“What are you looking at, Madeline? You look like you’re having fun. Let me see.” Dylan nonchalantly sat down next to her after he was done.

Noah’s finely sculpted features darkened.

He wanted nothing more than to toss the other man out but didn’t want

Madeline to resent him for it. The duo were also shooting him looks while snickering.

Annoyed, he fished out his phone. His fingers flew across the keyboard. What came on-screen moments later was

Madeline’s homepage.

As soon as the page was displayed, a few lines of eye-catching captions immediately came to his attention.

“Divorce her, Mr. Quincy!”

“This is a bad match, Mr. Quincy!”

“Madeline, the filthy wench!”

The temperature around him seemed to drop several degrees at the sight of the offending headlines.

“Everyone on the internet is spitting on you and you’re still laughing?”

“I’m not their only target. Look at them just going off on you. These trolls are quite the talented bunch!” Madeline wasn’t the slightest bit bothered. She simply liked a few of the tweets.

“Yeah, check this one out. He’s saying he’s willing to pay for Noah to cure his blindness!” Even Dylan was in on the

excitement.

It didn’t long before he felt a chill run down his spine.

“Ah, I just remembered I had something to do. I won’t be staying for dinner after all!” Dylan immediately shot up from his seat and said his goodbyes.

Am I just imagining it or is Noah looking at me kind of strange?

Noah must be jealous of my friendship with Maddie!

“Stay for dinner. I want to introduce Andy to you.” She enthusiastically tried to persuade him to stay as he was about to leave.

That was unexpected.

“Andy?”

“Well, like you, he’s a medical genius. He’s been gushing about how much he admires you. When he heard you were here, he said he’d come over to cook you a meal himself.”

“A medical genius? Interesting. But Madeline, are you going to tell me what his cooking is like?”

“It’s great!”

“Oh, thank God!” Dylan heaved a sigh of relief and continued to scroll through Twitter with her.

He gleefully grinned at Noah as he sidled up to his friend.

He was clearly gloating. See? Madeline

doesn’t want me to go!

Noah said nothing and stormed upstairs.

“Do you think Noah is angry, Madeline?” Dylan felt guilty as he watched the man leave.

“Probably not? Aren’t you his best friend? Why would he be angry with you?”

“But, of course! He and I are attached at the hip!”

“That’s all that is to it!”

“If you say so.” © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Dylan was finally assured and continued to read thread after thread of the

goings-on.

That was when he received a text.

He irritably skimmed through it and was nonplussed!

It was clearly stated in the text that the research funding for this year was forfeited due to the researcher slacking off on the job.

“Noah! Oh, my beloved Noah. Trust that you’re my most beloved friend!” He shot out of his seat and rushed upstairs.

He didn’t hesitate to plead his case with Noah, who was changing out of his clothes upstairs.

“You know how serious I am with my research, Noah. I’m only online sometimes. Don’t be like that…”

He begged.

“Oh, really? I was afraid I would intrude into your Twitter time with your darling Maddie.” Noah’s words sounded conspiratorial.

Said man was currently shirtless and was just about to put on his pants when Dylan came rushing in to halt him in his tracks.

“No! I always put my career first. Besides, Madeline is injured. She’s probably not in the best of moods. I was just coaxing her. That was all for you, Noah!” He spoke earnestly.

“I don’t believe you.” His words were spoken gently yet firmly.

“Please trust me! We grew up wearing a single pair of pants!” He casually stuck a leg into Noah’s half- worn pants to prove a point.

Noah was about to kick him away when he heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

The door swung open before he could even react.

Madeline’s shock turned to intrigue.

“What are you guys doing?”

“This is all just a misunderstanding, Madeline. We’re not like that!”

“Oh, but I don’t believe you.” She eerily sounded exactly like Noah.

My innocence. Gone!

“Let go of me, you idiot!” Noah yelped after retrieving his pants.

“No way. I won’t let go until you promise to restore the funding! I’m a man who

thinks on his toes. Madeline probably has the wrong idea too. Maybe she ships us!”

Dylan refused to let go of the pair of pants and was really to see the fabric tear!

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