Abusive Wife

Abusive Wife Chapter 145

All Bruno could think of at the moment was whether he could get Madeline to acknowledge him and whether he could be a father to the wife of the illustrious Noah Quincy. He hadn’t even noticed his harsh hold on her had reopened her wounds.

He continued to chatter away despite her cries of pain.

“Where is your conscience, Madeline? You’re my daughter. You are a Grant. You aren’t going to just watch as the Grant family falls to ruin, are you?”

“You were always a good girl. How did you end up like this? You ungrateful child!”

“Are you listening to me?” He kept tugging away at her arm, leaving her gasping.

“Let go of me or you’ll be sorry!” Madeline spat out in her pained delirium.

“I’ll be sorry, is it? You think Mr. Quincy is going to protect you now? You don’t recognize me, you little b*tch?!”

Bruno was a raging lunatic who was more than ready to harm her but before he could, someone grabbed him by his

arm.

“Tell me, Mr. Grant, what has my wife done wrong for you to come barging into her home to assault her?” Noah’s commanding voice immediately had him cowering.

“Ah, you’re here, Mr. Quincy. I was just having a chat with my daughter. It’s nothing…” Bruno cheerfully explained.

Noah’s hold was as rough as being

caught between iron pliers. His arm had gone numb from the pain, but he

couldn’t shake him off either and could only hold on.

“You’re quite an amazing man, Mr. Grant. To think you can injure her arm even while chatting.”

Noah carefully took her injured arm into his hand. His gaze spelled his distress.

It was also at this time that Bruno realized that there was a gauze wrapped around her arm, which was now completely soaked in blood!

He guiltily blurted out, “Why didn’t you tell me you were injured, you stupid girl? Now Mr. Quincy thinks I harmed you. What kind of impression would that leave?”

This was Bruno’s modus operandi. He

found fault in everyone but himself and shifted the blame.

Madeline scoffed.

It was fortunate Bruno had openly severed ties with her five years ago. She wouldn’t know what to do if she continued to have entanglements with her father. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but suddenly all the power in her body left her.

She once thought that she would perhaps be angry, argue, or even be weak-willed when she faced him as her true self and yet there was nothing she wanted to say.

It was the feeling of knowing nothing would change even if she tried so why try?

Noah quickly caught on to her dejected mood and gathered her into his arms.

Madeline didn’t push him away either but was instead leaning comfortably against him and waiting for the pain in her wrist to disappear.

He stroked her hair comfortingly and waved for Wayne to come forward.

The man obeyed.

“Mr. Grant harmed Madeline. Make sure you injure him the exact same way.”

“Yes, sir!” Wayne was startled at the sight of Madeline’s arm and

immediately understood that Noah was trying to avenge his wife by returning the favor.

He immediately had the bouncers come forward to surround him.

“Mr. Quincy, this was all just a misunderstanding. Madeline is my daughter. Why would I harm her? She must’ve been injured from the start. This must be a trick!”

Noah explained aloud. Wayne couldn’t help but roll his eyes at that.

What kind of person would hurt his daughter and then shift the blame?

“What are you still standing around for? Did you not hear what Mr. Quincy said? Mr. Grant harmed Mrs. Quincy. Take him away.”

Wayne led his men to drag Bruno out. He had purposefully loudly announced to everyone Madeline’s true place in his heart.

There were going to be consequences if she was harmed!

Bruno continued to attempt to explain himself as he was dragged further and further away until two miserable

screams could be heard. Quiet fell upon the home.

Wayne returned to report, “Apologies, Mr. Quincy. The guards couldn’t tell left from right. They dislocated both his wrists.”

“Well, it can be a lesson to all on what not to do,” Noah answered nonchalantly.

Wayne vowed to reward the two witty guards with food that night after seeing how pleased Noah was.

The villa finally fell silent once Bruno was sent on his way.

“Thank you! But, why are you back so soon? Didn’t you say you had work to do?”

Madeline thanked Noah but turned to

leave to retrieve a first aid kit to treat her bleeding arm when Noah picked her up into his arms.

“It’s been settled. I’m here to take everyone home. To think he would come here to cause a fuss. Don’t move. You’ll make your wound worse.”

“I can treat myself…” It was her arm that was hurt, not her leg.

The bridal carry seemed to be a lot.

She grumbled to herself as he carried her to the couch in the lounge. He then bundled her up with a blanket and then went searching for the med kit in the cabinets.

“Here, let me remove the gauze for you. Dylan should be here soon.”

“Huh? There’s no need for all that.

Having Andy here is more than enough. He lives close by.”

“You used medication from the lab for that. It would be safer for Dylan, to take a look.”

“Okay then.” It was rare for Madeline to be so non-confrontational with Noah.

The man was right after all. The medicine from Dylan’s laboratory was indeed of great benefit to her recovery.

The reason her injuries healed so quickly was mostly attributed to the special drug that he developed.

It was a miracle drug that not only alleviated the side effects of bandages, but also allowed for rapid wound

healing.

She suddenly had a mental image of Andy clinging onto her, crying and insisting to meet and cooperate with Dylan.

She secretly sent Andy a text.

“Come to Maple Forest Villa right now. Bring your family’s set of porcelain with you!”

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