The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 32

“You’re too kind, Miss Spritz.” Victoria stared directly at her, every syllable forced out of her throat.

No one knew the truth two years ago better than her and Bella.

“You were my friend, after all. How could I bear to blame you?” Bella sighed. “If I really did blame you, I would’ve sued you two years ago, and you wouldn’t be released from prison so easily.”

“Should I thank you, then?” Victoria suppressed the fury raging within her heart, her expression filled with ridicule.

Easily?

During her two-year stint in prison, she had to endure humiliation from those people every single day. She almost died a few times, yet Bella was claiming that she had it easy!

“There’s no need to be so formal between us.” Bella took her hand while saying worriedly, “I heard that you were attempting suicide just now. Did you get hurt?”

“I’m fine, sorry for the disappointment.” Victoria forcefully removed her hand from Bella’s, then wiped it against her own clothes. She found it unhygienic.

“Why would I be disappointed?” Bella bit her lip, saying in all earnesty, “If something really happened to you, I wouldn’t be able to get over it for the rest of my life.”

Victoria was disgusted by her fake behavior, so she lowered her head and kept silent.

“It’s getting late, so it must be pretty difficult to hail a taxi now. Why don’t I ask my driver to send you home, and I’ll go home after that?” Bella expressed sincere earnesty on her pretty face, ignoring the drip bottle by the bed as if she didn’t know that Victoria was ill.

Meanwhile, Victoria was so pissed by Bella’s shameless display that she trembled. However, when she saw Christian from the corner of her eye, her fury turned into reluctance and endurance. She pursed her lips and walked up to the bed before putting on her shoes.

Bella slightly lowered her gaze, hiding the fleeting glee in her eyes.

“Stay in the hospital and heal your illness. You don’t have to come to work for the next few days.” Christian took out a cigarette, holding it between his slender index finger and middle finger. In the end, he didn’t light it up and put it back instead.

asking in surprise, “Are

ignoring her. In terms of

helplessness and pity, “If I really sent you

Christian glanced at her,

“Don’t think of me like that, Chris. Even though Victoria caused me to lose my ability to dance, I

reason and chose not to respond. Instead, he said to Victoria, “Go back to work when you get discharged. Don’t

on her clothes, then tightened it again. After some hesitation, she said, “Thank you for giving me time to

She knew she should’ve given up on him by now, but whenever he offered her the slightest bit of care, she felt her

was terrible,

if she knew it

in his dark eyes. “You have to get better so that you can live, and it’s only by living that you can—” He leaned in closer to her ear. “Pay back the debts you

her entire body was placed in a

her… She lowered

clown trying to get in between a match made in heaven. She was

…

fall, and the chill of

Ding!

of the lift. They proceeded

a proud little woman. “The rehabilitation appointment

queried, a dark look

her right hand on the handle of the wheelchair, lowering her gaze as she said, “I heard that Victoria

suicide, but you already received news about it. You have quite the connections.”

had been tailing Christian after the banquet, and when she saw

rushed

she probed, “What about you, Chris? Why are you here? Did you also