The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 84

All colors drained from Victoria’s face. “I wouldn’t dare.”

She quickly supported herself to get up from the ground. Unfortunately, as she had been kneeling for a long time, she staggered a little, but Christian managed to catch her in time, helping her to stabilize herself.

A faint scent of men’s cologne washed over her, making her take a few steps forward in order to hastily leave that warm embrace.

“Thanks, Mr. Thatcher.”

“Sure.” Christian lowered his gaze and retracted his hand, rubbing his thumb, index, and middle fingers together for a moment before he dropped his hand to his side.

At this moment, Vincent was still kneeling on the ground.

Victoria was concerned for his well-being, so she went over to help him up after hesitating for a long time. “Vince… Come on. Let’s get you up.”

“I’ll just keep kneeling here, and I won’t get up until Christian agrees to let you go!” Vincent shoved her hand away and insisted on kneeling on the ground.

Victoria squatted down with difficulty and said softly, “He doesn’t care about you at all. Even if you were to kneel here your whole life, he wouldn’t agree to let me go. On the contrary, you will displease him even more, which might aggravate his treatment toward me.”

Vincent’s eyes widened when he heard her remarks, making him look ridiculous as there were still blood stains on his face. Then, he held her hand and stood up.

Victoria just shot him a bitter smile.

Even death did not scare her now, but Christian used her brother to threaten her.

Vincent was not a person to be afraid of anything, but he was scared that Christian might torture her. That caused the siblings to become each other’s weaknesses.

The four of them stopped talking. The atmosphere in the hospital ward was strange and oppressive.

“Get a doctor to bandage Vince’s head up. Tori, make

submissively as she saw the two out to the elevator. Her tense figure finally relaxed when the elevator doors finally closed. But, by now, her limbs

noticed her swaying due to exhaustion, he immediately

any expression on her face. Vincent wiped the blood on his head, rubbed on his shirt,

closed the door from the inside. He

When Vincent was about to enter the ward, Victoria closed the door

lips as she said, “Go home. Don’t look for me next

from his head while it bled. “Dad

of doing anything. I can’t

dollars in my bank

still blocked the door, unmoving.

He smiled and ruffled her hair; his adoration for her was written all over his gaze as he said cautiously, “I’m sorry. Don’t take my words to heart.

fish out of water, and it was becoming hard for

and said ruthlessly, despite how it broke her heart, “Go home. Please don’t look for

gaze locked on her while his smile diminished

a scar like I do.” She looked up at him and

few drops of blood dripped to the corner of his lips. It was sweet yet salty at the same time. “Who is going to protect you when I leave? Who will

was soft, but he practically roared

yet her words were harsh. “You’re not on Christian’s level, so what can you do for me? Even

droplets on Vincent’s face were starting to dry up, and the fresh ones would cover them up. His

Delta club the other time and the incident today. You think you’re helping me

on the wall by the door lifelessly. “Tori, am I

fast updatePlease don’t look for me anymore. It’s already draining enough for me to face