The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 92

Victoria immediately shrank her right leg back into her skirt, using her gown to cover it entirely, and murmured a soft ‘yes’.

“What did the doctor say?” Jill inched closer as her eyes filled up with excitement. “Can it be treated? My nephew is an expert in this field. He’s currently studying in Pancada. I’ll get him to return and take a look at you!”

Victoria pursed her lips and kept mum as Christian’s warnings filled her mind.

“Talking about this riles me up!” Vincent slammed the broom to the ground, and the soup splashed on the legs of his suit trousers, but he paid no mind to it. “Christian Thatcher is a psychopath, a madman! That b*stard! He broke my sister’s leg and even stopped her from getting her injuries treated!”

He spat on the ground as his face flushed red with anger. “F*ck! I wish he’d get run over by a car. I hope he becomes crippled and impotent. That way, he wouldn’t have a chance to procreate little monsters like him—”

“Hey, hey, hey. Let me interrupt you for a moment.” Jill silenced him with a palm to his face and said thoughtfully, “Actually, I think it’s a good thing that Mr. Thatcher broke Tori’s leg.”

As soon as those words fell, Vincent had already lifted the dirty broomstick in his hand, but Teresa quickly stopped him despite having a rather nasty scowl on her face. “Can’t you wait for Jill to finish?!”

Although Victoria didn’t react, her face was stark white, and her eyes were full of disbelief at Jill’s thoughtful words. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Bang!

Vincent threw the broom on the table furiously.

Vincent dragged a chair over, sat on it, and turned to speak to Jill with a livid expression. “Watch your words. I didn’t shy away from reprimanding my parents for what they did to Tori, so don’t think I’d spare you from the same thing!”

“What are you doing? How dare you talk to elders like this?!” Jill stood up and whacked his head harshly. “How dare you threaten to hit me?”

He covered his head as his handsome face flushed red. Finish your sentence faster, then!

“You never have the patience to hear what people have to say!” Jill glared at him before sitting down angrily. Then, she turned to look at Victoria and slowly said, “Although Miss Spritz said she doesn’t want to sue you, her whole family is on the verge of eating you alive!”

Vincent roared, “What does this have to do with that b*stard, Christian Thatcher, breaking my sister’s leg? He—”

“Can you keep quiet and finish listening to what Jill has to say?!” Teresa slipped her hand into the inside of his arm and pinched him harshly.

This made him grunt in pain, and he muttered a few choice words lowly.

“If Mr. Thatcher didn’t break your leg, how could they have agreed to let you go to prison for only two years? You would’ve been in prison for the rest of your life!” Jill raised her voice when she said her last sentence.

Victoria clenched her fists tightly, and her knuckles turned white as her nails bit into her palms. “So…” She paused and forced a sentence out of her throat. “Do I have to thank him for this?”

This man broke my leg with a golf club and threw me into prison without allowing me to be treated! How can I thank him?!

“That’s not what I meant. Calm down, Tori.” Jill rubbed her back and soothed her. “I just wanted to say that no matter what brutal thoughts Mr. Thatcher harbors, this is a blessing in disguise.”

Victoria lowered her head and frowned. “So you see it as a good trade? A leg for the rest of your life?”

It wasn’t a good deal for her. She would rather die alone in prison than be brought to the Delta Club by Christian, alive yet humiliated.

“Let’s not talk about this; it’s depressing. You spilled your bowl of noodles and barely ate any of it, to begin with. Sit here and give me a moment. I’ll make you another bowl.” Then, Jill left the table and hurried into the kitchen.

Although Victoria had no appetite, she couldn’t bear to brush off Jill’s kindness and agreed.

Meanwhile, The hotel manager of the Oriental Hotel hurriedly brought a few people into the ballroom that was used to hold the birthday party for Victoria before heading toward Christian.

“I have something I need to do. Please excuse me.” Christian, who was talking shop with a few people, excused himself after seeing the hotel manager coming over. Then, he walked to a corner with the hotel manager in tow.

The hotel manager wiped the sweat off his forehead and said cautiously, “I’ve checked the surveillance footage just now. After Miss Coleman left, she ran down the stairs and accidentally sprained her foot on the third floor.”

Christian twirled the red wine in his hand, frowning slightly.

The hotel manager cautiously questioned Christian’s non-response, “Mr. Thatcher?”

“Continue.” Christian took a sip of red wine. The wine was slowly heating up his stomach, making him a little irritable. How can a 20-year-old woman still trip? Is she stupid?

Only then did the manager continue, “She didn’t move after she fell. Later, Mr. Coleman and his wife found her. I’m not sure what was said, but they all cried. Then, Mr. Coleman carried Miss Coleman on his back, and the three of them left the hotel.”

“Hm?” The red wine twirled slowly under his actions. Under the bright lights, the rich red color wine exuded a depressing and gloomy aura, especially considering the topic they were discussing.

The hotel manager was stunned for a moment before he regained his senses. “The surveillance at the hotel entrance showed that the three drove east. I’m not sure where they went. Should I send someone to follow them?”

Christian didn’t answer. Instead, he asked, “Vincent carried Victoria on his back? Did she sprain her ankle very badly?”

“I can’t tell from the surveillance footage if Miss Coleman’s foot was swollen or not. I’m not sure how serious the fall was as well.” Then, the hotel manager suggested, since he had no idea just what this man before him was thinking, “Would you like me to call Mr. Coleman and ask?”

Christian unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt before he felt his breathing ease. “It’s fine. Just go back to doing whatever you’re doing.”

With that, the hotel manager left. Just as Christian was about to leave with a few bodyguards, he was pushed aside by Nancy.

“Christian, what are you doing?” She rushed toward him aggressively, looking up at the man who was a head taller than her. Although she was dressed to the nines with exquisite makeup, it couldn’t hide the

awful look on her face.

The guests, who watched one good drama after the other, were in high spirits and entertained.

It seemed there would always be an excellent show to watch as long as Nancy was around. After all, she was ‘the life of every party’. Although she was over 50 years old, she was even more capricious than the ladies in their teens and twenties.

Christian took a sip of red wine as his Adam’s apple bobbed. His expression remained indifferent. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t try to be sly around me!” Once she was irritated, she would be entirely ruled by her emotions. “You’ll be getting engaged to Bella, yet you’re hosting a birthday party for that b*novelxo.com fast updatetch, Victoria Coleman? Is there something going on between the two of you?”

He placed the unfinished red wine on the table behind him and casually said, “If I said yes, you’d probably get angrier. If I said no, you wouldn’t believe me. Tell me, how should I answer you?”

“Don’t talk back to me!” The more she regarded this future son-in-law of hers, the more dissatisfied she became. “Today, in front of everyone, tell me, are you still thinking about that vixen, Victoria Coleman? If that’s the case, I will never allow Bella to marry you!”