The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 80

Outside the door, Matthew and Janice’s voices could be heard, and although it wasn’t clear, Victoria could listen to the tone that they were kidding around, but Janice seemed slightly annoyed.

She stretched out her palms, glanced at the thin calluses on her palm, and laughed lightly, but the laughter didn’t reach her eyes.

At 5.30PM, Vincent came with a bunch of food that she liked. “I went to a few places and was queuing up the whole afternoon to buy everything. Eat more of it.”

After he placed the food on the table, he handed her a set of cutlery and a food container before placing a bottle of white wine on the table.

“Why are you in the mood for a drink?” she asked casually. Her brother usually didn’t like alcohol as he found the taste horrible.

He suppressed the frustrations in his heart as he poured himself half a glass and finished it in a gulp. “I just feel like having some.”

As he wasn’t wearing his jacket and tie, his shirt opened up a little when he made a huge show of drinking, revealing a fingernail mark from the lower right side of his neck to his collarbone.

“Why do you have a scratch on your neck?” Victoria asked with a frown while setting aside the fork.

He was alarmed by her keen eyes, so he pulled his collar tightly and frantically wore a sheepish expression. “Why are you asking me when you’ve already seen it? We’re all adults. Can’t you guess how I got that scratch?”

“Vince.” Victoria stared straight at him with her dark, calm eyes.

He scratched his neck awkwardly as he mumbled, “Why do you seem like a changed person after two years in jail?”

“Don’t change the subject,” she warned.

It didn’t take long for a frustrated Vincent to cave since he had long wanted to complain to someone. Thus, he slammed the fork on the table angrily before telling her everything that happened today with some embellishment.

end, he furrowed his brows tightly and took a sip of wine. “And I really f*cking thought that Dad was going to seek justice for you. Oh,

right,” Victoria said softly, sadness flashing across her

wholly

right. Dad said so much about being oppressed the whole time, but more than

that’s why Bella used the amusement park project to pacify Dad…

father would one day make use of her suffering

finally looked forlorn and picked up the bottle as he drank straight from it; his

sick.” Victoria snatched the bottle from him and placed it on the table. Her heart felt like someone had splashed it with acid—riddled with holes, and it was so unbearable that she found it

Dad used to dote on you so much before. So, why did they suddenly…

and wiped away the tears and wine on his

Coleman Family anymore!” Since he rarely drank, it was only natural for him to be unable to hold his liquor. Hence, his eyes were already starting to look glassy. “I don’t

don’t return, what should Teresa and the kids do? Vince, you’re already an adult.

that lying b*tch, but h-how could Mom and Dad not believe…” Before he could finish, he slumped over

of the bed, endured the pain in her leg, and carried him to the side bed with a little difficulty before covering the blanket

a lot of physical work in jail and in Delta Club, she had relatively strong arms

amidst his drunken mumblings. Then, she staggered out of the ward and stood in a daze at a window in the corridor, looking

a giant lurking beast, and the shadows of the jagged trees were

are you standing outside when you’re

and her body turned taut with tension. She immediately felt like she was in an ice cellar

to Christian, lowered her head

is he

brushed past her injured right legnovelxo.com fast update. His brows furrowed ever so slightly,

like the golf club from the