The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Victoria immediately shrank her right leg back into her skirt, using her gown to cover it entirely, and murmured a soft ‘yes’.

“What did the doctor say?” Jill inched closer as her eyes filled up with excitement. “Can it be treated? My nephew is an expert in this field. He’s currently studying in Pancada. I’ll get him to return and take a look at you!”

Victoria pursed her lips and kept mum as Christian’s warnings filled her mind.

“Talking about this riles me up!” Vincent slammed the broom to the ground, and the soup splashed on the legs of his suit trousers, but he paid no mind to it. “Christian Thatcher is a psychopath, a madman! That b*stard! He broke my sister’s leg and even stopped her from getting her injuries treated!”

He spat on the ground as his face flushed red with anger. “F*ck! I wish he’d get run over by a car. I hope he becomes crippled and impotent. That way, he wouldn’t have a chance to procreate little monsters like him—”

“Hey, hey, hey. Let me interrupt you for a moment.” Jill silenced him with a palm to his face and said thoughtfully, “Actually, I think it’s a good thing that Mr. Thatcher broke Tori’s leg.”

As soon as those words fell, Vincent had already lifted the dirty broomstick in his hand, but Teresa quickly stopped him despite having a rather nasty scowl on her face. “Can’t you wait for Jill to finish?!”

Although Victoria didn’t react, her face was stark white, and her eyes were full of disbelief at Jill’s thoughtful words.

Bang!

Vincent threw the broom on the table furiously.

Vincent dragged a chair over, sat on it, and turned to speak to Jill with a livid expression. “Watch your words. I didn’t shy away from reprimanding my parents for what they did to Tori, so don’t think I’d spare you from the same thing!”

“What are you doing? How dare you talk to elders like this?!” Jill stood up and whacked his head harshly. “How dare you threaten to hit me?”

covered his head as his handsome face flushed red. Finish your sentence

have to say!” Jill glared at him before sitting down angrily. Then, she turned to look at Victoria and slowly said, “Although Miss Spritz said she doesn’t want to sue

to do with that b*stard, Christian Thatcher,

to what Jill has to say?!” Teresa slipped her hand

and

Thatcher didn’t break your leg, how could they have agreed to let you go to prison for only two years? You would’ve been

her knuckles turned white as her nails bit into her palms. “So…”

me into prison without allowing me to be treated! How

down, Tori.” Jill rubbed her back and soothed her. “I just wanted to say that no matter what brutal thoughts

“So you see it as a good trade? A leg

for her. She would rather die alone in prison than

spilled your bowl of noodles and barely ate any of it, to begin with. Sit here and give me a moment. I’ll make you another bowl.” Then, Jill left the table

Victoria had no appetite, she couldn’t bear

manager of the Oriental Hotel hurriedly brought a few people into the ballroom that was used to

who was talking shop with a few people, excused himself after seeing the

off his forehead and said cautiously, “I’ve checked the surveillance footage just now. After

twirled the red wine in his hand, frowning

questioned Christian’s

The wine was slowly heating up his stomach, making him a little irritable. How can a 20-year-old woman still trip? Is she

found her. I’m not sure what was said, but they all cried. Then, Mr. Coleman carried Miss Coleman on his back, and the three of them left the

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