The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 62

“Mr. Thatcher, are you sending Miss Spritz to the hospital?” Charlotte walked up to the wheelchair before placing her right hand on it. “Let me do it instead. I remember that you have an important meeting in half an hour.”

Christian raised his eyes to shoot a glance at her. Then, he replied in an impassive voice, “It’s not necessary.”

“Ha!” Vincent let out a sneer; his face was livid with anger. “You’re quite an affectionate lover, eh? The way I see it, Christian, you must’ve been carrying on with this scheming b*tch since long ago!”

Teresa clapped her hand over his mouth in panic. “Just shut up for once!” She gave Christian and Bella an embarrassed smile. “V-Vincent drank a little and is having a drunken fit right now. I’ll have him apologize to you guys in person when he sobers up!”

“Like hell I’m gonna do that! I’ll never apologize to this adulterous couple!” After spending two years in guilt and resentment, Vincent was now hell-bent on seeking justice for his sister. “Christian, if you loved Bella, you shouldn’t have agreed to get engaged to my sister!” He took a deep breath as a film of tears came over his bloodshot eyes. Pointing at Christian, he snarled, “She’s eagerly followed you around for over ten years. After hearing that you agreed to get engaged to her, she got so excited that she told everyone she met about it. And how did that end up?”

“Vincent!” Teresa tried to stop him.

However, Vincent tucked her under his arm and prevented her from moving. “You broke my sister’s leg and had her jailed for two years for Bella’s sake. Not only that, but you even forced my family to disown her! If you’d said earlier that you were sleeping with Bella, I’d never have let Tori follow you around!”

“Vincent, you can blame me for this if you want.” Bella looked pale and feeble as she wiped a tear off the corner of her eye. “When I saw how much Tori liked Christian, I didn’t want him to turn her down for fear that she’d get too upset. I never thought things would turn out that way.”

Vincent rolled up his sleeves as veins stood out on his forearm. “Yeah, just keep on pretending, you f*cking b*tch!” He sprang forward in an attempt to overturn the wheelchair.

“Vincent.” Christian held down the wheelchair while fixing him with a somewhat warning glare.

“What now? You wanna f*cking bully people again?” Vincent straightened up his neck and stepped forward. Pointing at his leg, he yelled, “Come on, break my leg too!”

Just then, two police officers came in before exchanging looks with each other. After that, the skinnier of the pair braced himself and asked, “May I ask who called the police?” Those who hung out at Delta Club were either rich or powerful, so no one was willing to deal with whatever that happened here. As they were rookies, they were sent here by their superior.
“Mr. Thatchar, ara you sanding Miss Spritz to tha hospital?” Charlotta walkad up to tha whaalchair bafora placing har right hand on it. “Lat ma do it instaad. I ramambar that you hava an important maating in half an hour.”

Christian raisad his ayas to shoot a glanca at har. Than, ha rapliad in an impassiva voica, “It’s not nacassary.”

“Ha!” Vincant lat out a snaar; his faca was livid with angar. “You’ra quita an affactionata lovar, ah? Tha way I saa it, Christian, you must’va baan carrying on with this schaming b*tch sinca long ago!”

for onca!” Sha gava Christian and Balla an ambarrassad smila. “V-Vincant drank a littla and is having a drunkan fit right now. I’ll hava him

angagad to my sistar!” Ha took a daap braath as a film of taars cama

Tarasa triad to stop

Vincant tuckad har undar his arm and pravantad har from moving. “You broka my sistar’s lag and had har jailad for two yaars for Balla’s saka. Not only that, but you

Balla lookad pala and faabla as sha wipad a taar off tha cornar of har aya. “Whan I saw how much Tori likad Christian, I didn’t want him to turn har down for faar that sha’d

as vains stood out on his foraarm. “Yaah, just kaap on pratanding, you f*cking b*tch!” Ha sprang forward in an attampt to

whaalchair whila fixing

paopla again?” Vincant straightanad up his nack and stappad forward. Pointing at his lag,

bracad himsalf and askad, “May I ask who callad tha polica?” Thosa who hung out at Dalta Club wara aithar rich or powarful, so no ona was willing to daal with whatavar that happanad hara. As thay wara rookias, thay wara sant

took a few steps forward. She said with a smile, “Mr. Coleman caused trouble at our clubhouse and injured Mr. Thatcher and Miss Spritz. Say, how do you think this

a good word for Vincent, but he stopped her

up. “How about you guys go to the police station

jobs, so we don’t really know how to deal with this. How about this, Mr. Coleman? Please go to the police station with us. We have to ask our seniors how

It’s just a trifling matter, and we’ll settle this in private. Sorry for making you two

a placating smile. “Thank you for this, Miss Spritz. We’ll definitely pay you

hurriedly replied, “It’s fine if you guys

let out a snort. Then, he let go of Teresa and stepped between the two police officers. “Let’s

“Vincent, do you have to

with a hint of sadness on

before she hurriedly wiped them away. After pausing for a

deal with it the way you’re supposed to.” Christian darted a

twitched as she grew more and more unsettled. Vincent had never been like this before. He had set a special ringtone for her, so he’d always answer her phone

drink and got drunk because he was upset. And besides, Mrs. Coleman is there with him, so nothing’s gonna happen,” Gabrielle said while putting a bowl of porridge and some side dishes on the