The Clutches Of Hell Novel

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?”

face flushed red. Finish your sentence faster,

patience to hear what people 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 you, her whole family is

do with that

has to say?!” Teresa slipped her hand into the inside of his arm

grunt in pain, and he muttered a

how could they have agreed to let you go to prison for only two years? You would’ve been in prison for the rest of your life!” Jill

and her knuckles turned white as her nails bit into her palms. “So…” She paused and forced a sentence out of her throat. “Do I have to thank

broke my leg with a golf club and threw me into prison without allowing me to

what I meant. Calm down, Tori.” Jill rubbed her back and soothed her. “I just wanted to say that no matter what brutal thoughts Mr. Thatcher harbors, this is a

head and frowned. “So you see it as a good trade?

good deal for her. She would rather die alone in prison than be brought to the Delta Club by Christian, alive yet

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 and hurried into

Victoria had no appetite, she couldn’t bear to brush off Jill’s kindness and

few people into the ballroom that was used to hold the birthday party for Victoria

I need to do. Please excuse me.” Christian, who was talking shop with a few people, excused himself after seeing the hotel manager coming over. Then, he walked to a corner with

just now. After Miss Coleman left, she ran

red wine in his hand,

manager cautiously questioned

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

what was said, but they all cried. Then, Mr. Coleman carried Miss Coleman on his