Abusive Wife

Chapter 30

Chapter 30 Swung Upside Down

Seeing that Noah was back, Suzette knew there was no escaping. Turning on the waterworks, she went up and whined to him, “You’re finally back, Mr. Quincy. I need to talk to you.”

With a frown, Noah raised his arm to the group behind. Getting the message, Wayne took off together with the security detail. At that point, Dylan arrived and went upstairs ahead of everyone else.

Suzette looked at the son-in-law of her dreams in delight. Her future son-in-law could command the room with his presence. So what if the Grants were in financial trouble?

She had her son-in-law! The Quincies were the ultimate symbol of wealth and power in Imperia!

Her son-in-law was at the helm of it all.

Noah wore a black shirt paired with a creaseless vest and suit jacket. His shirt was buttoned all the way to the collar while a coat hung off his elbow. His brows on fleek and aloof eyes only added to his standoffish mien. “What’s on your mind, Mrs. Grant?”

Angie’s in the hospital, pretty shaken up. There are mean comments everywhere online about Angie. Mr. Quincy, you got to stick up for her. These people are trying to ruin her reputation. There’s no way Angie would…”

“Sir, Colton is awake, but things are not looking good. I tried talking to him, but Colton simply stared into blank space.” Mr. Charles’ flat tone interrupted Suzette’s speech.

Putting on a scowl, Noah took quick paces up the stairs. “This can wait until later, Mrs. Grant.”

News about Colton regaining

consciousness saw Suzette timidly edging to the door.

“Since you’re here, you should leave after visiting Colton, Mrs. Grant.” Mr. Charles put his hand out to stop her, insisting that she came along upstairs by force.

Upstairs, the pale-faced boy lay in bed, blinking his eyes at the ceiling. Thomas timed his waking when Mr. Charles called the doctor.

Hearing the looming footsteps at the door,

he looked over. “Daddy!”

Noah took large strides ahead and reached out to feel Thomas’ forehead. “How do you feel?”

Dylan had carried out a thorough examination on the little man. “He seemed to have gotten a nasty shock, but he stayed put at home. What happened?”

Coming up from behind, Mr. Charles said, “It was my negligence. Colton was left alone with a stranger.”

The stranger was none other than Suzette.

“We pulled out the surveillance footage inside the residence. Mrs. Grant entered Colton’s bedroom without permission. Colton emerged from the room ten minutes later and fainted.”

Suzette, dragged upstairs by the bodyguards, was panic-stricken.

She shakily met Noah’s callous eyes, feeling a tightness in her throat. “Mr. Quincy, I…”

“Don’t blame Grandma, Daddy.” Thomas tugged on Noah’s arm, refusing to let go

as

he added. “Grandma was only playing a game with me. My bad. My head started to hurt.”

Suzette jerked. A closer inspection revealed her hands were shaking.

Her strange behavior did not escape Noah’s eagle eyes.

Her conduct proved there was more to the game than meets the eye.

With downcast eyes, Noah barely shielded the ruthlessness in his chilly eyes. “Tell me, Colt. What game were you playing?”

Thomas extended his foot out and nudged it up to Noah’s palm. He smiled innocently. “She grabbed my foot and swung me upside down ~”

“Thud!” Suzette fell on her bottom as color drained from her face. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Did you swing the boy by the foot on the balcony? Noah hissed through clenched teeth before turning around to face Suzette. He commented, “You sure know how to have a good time, Mrs. Grant.”

“It was some harmless fun with Colt, Mr.

Quincy. I’m his grandmother. I would never hurt him!” Suzette insisted it was an innocent game, refusing to admit she was trying to kill the brat.

It was not like she never had her moments with the brat, but the kid had always said nothing. The boy was a menace now that he could talk!

“Funny you should say that. I’m

interested to see what kind of harmless fun you were having with Colt, Mrs. Grant.”

Harmless fun? The nerve of her to say dangling a child outside the window by the foot was all fun and games.

Since Colt refused to talk back then, he must suffer a lot more than he did right

now.

Choking back the guilt, Noah tilted his head and stared at Colt. With eyes reading of naiveness, innocence, and trust, Colt reluctantly uttered, “Don’t blame Grandma, Daddy. She’s only playing a game with me like before.”

“I’m not blaming her.” Noah caressed the boy’s face, but his eyes reflected chilling eeriness when he turned his head

around

Quincy. I’m his grandmother. I would never hurt him!” Suzette insisted it was an innocent game, refusing to admit she was trying to kill the brat.

It was not like she never had her moments with the brat, but the kid had always said nothing. The boy was a menace now that he could talk!

“Funny you should say that. I’m

interested to see what kind of harmless fun you were having with Colt, Mrs. Grant.”

Harmless fun? The nerve of her to say dangling a child outside the window by the foot was all fun and games.

Since Colt refused to talk back then, he must suffer a lot more than he did right

now.

Choking back the guilt, Noah tilted his head and stared at Colt. With eyes reading of naiveness, innocence, and trust, Colt reluctantly uttered, “Don’t blame Grandma, Daddy. She’s only playing a game with me like before.”

“I’m not blaming her.” Noah caressed the boy’s face, but his eyes reflected chilling eeriness when he turned his head

around

Didn’t you hear Mrs. Grant say that it was all for fun? Well, don’t leave her out of the game.”

Suzette shrieked in terror as the bodyguard hung her outside the window by her ankle.

The sinking feeling at the pit of her stomach left her squealing.

Thomas clapped his hands and chuckled. “You’re good at the game, Grandma. I’m too scared to play it. You’re so brave. Don’t you think so, Daddy?”

That’s what she gets for being a bully! My brother must have suffered a lot at her hands!

It was payback for his brother. Only… Thomas peered at Noah, captivated by the latter’s tensed jaw from holding back the anger.

Thomas believed his two-timing dad should get a thumbs-up for his fatherliness.

Overcome by a dizzy spell, Suzette threw up all over the place by the time she was yanked back onto land. She helplessly

propped herself against the wall as she deliriously shifted between apologizing and begging Noah to help Angie.

Without casting her a look, Noah had her kicked out of the gate.

He then ordered the whole family, “Don’t let her near Colt ever again!”

“Yes.”

“Sir, there hasn’t been any exchange between Ms. Grant and Madeline except the time they turned up together at the office of the charitable association a day before the event. But I did find out that Madeline has something to do with the drama at the charity dinner.” Wayne hurried upstairs to report on his findings.

“The man who doused Ms. Grand with paint is Asher Walter. My investigation confirmed that Madeline got the man an entry into the event. It appears Madeline is out to get Ms. Grant.”

Wayne observed Noah’s expression while briefing him about the investigation. It was his cue to shut up should Noah show any signs of anger.

The harsh lines along Noah’s facial features tensed up, drawing an intense air of malice around him. “Madeline, you have the audacity to play games right under my nose.”

The look on the woman’s face when she sat by and watched Angie fall from grace was not forgotten. Noah relived the woman’s thrill, willfulness, and arrogance in his mind.

Something had undoubtedly happened between those two women.

The thought came in strong and too horrifying to ignore.

Noah clenched his fits until the whites of his knuckles showed before he could hold down his frustration. Looking ahead with chilly eyes, he coldly uttered, “Continue the lead on the charitable association. Start from five years ago. I want the list of changes in personnel and the dates of such amendments!”

Surely, she did not cover all her tracks.

“Yes!”

Hiding behind the door with a glass of

milk, Thomas shuddered. While no one was looking, he quickly sent Madeline a text message.

Thomas wrote, “Mom! Mom! Mayday! Dad has his eyes on the charitable association! He’s going to uncover your connections with the association!”

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