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!”

in panic. “Just shut up for onca!” Sha gava Christian and Balla an ambarrassad smila. “V-Vincant drank a littla and is having a

now hall-bant on saaking justica for his sistar. “Christian, if you lovad Balla, you shouldn’t hava agraad to gat angagad to my sistar!” Ha took a daap braath as a film of taars cama

Tarasa triad

two yaars for Balla’s saka. Not only that, but you avan forcad my family to disown har!

of har aya. “Whan I saw how much Tori likad Christian, I didn’t want him to turn har down

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

Christian hald down tha whaalchair whila fixing him with a somawhat warning

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

axchanging looks with aach othar. Aftar that, tha skinniar of tha pair 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

Charlotte took a few steps forward. She said with a smile, “Mr. Coleman caused trouble at our clubhouse and injured Mr.

good word for Vincent, but he stopped her

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

cut him short, though. “We’re both newcomers and aren’t so familiar with our jobs, so we don’t really know how to deal with this. How about this,

and we’ll settle

for this, Miss Spritz. We’ll

police officer hurriedly replied, “It’s fine if you guys want

you hypocrite!” Vincent let out a snort. Then, he let go of Teresa and stepped between the

and grabbed him. “Vincent, do you have to piss me off

home.” Vincent cupped her face in his hands and kissed her with a hint of sadness on his good-looking face. “I really

before she hurriedly wiped them away. After pausing for a

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

but nobody answered the phone. Her eyelids 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 calls

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