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?”

head as his handsome face flushed red.

say!” Jill glared at him before sitting down angrily. Then, she turned to look at

to do with

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

him grunt in pain, and he

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

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 him for

a golf club and threw me into prison without allowing me

wanted to say that no matter what brutal thoughts Mr. Thatcher harbors, this is a

as a good trade? A leg

in prison than be brought to the Delta Club by

it, to begin with. Sit here

couldn’t bear to brush off

into the ballroom that was

excuse me.” Christian, who was talking shop with a few people, excused himself after seeing the hotel manager coming over. Then,

checked the surveillance footage just now. After Miss Coleman

the red wine

manager cautiously questioned Christian’s

wine was slowly heating up his stomach, making him a little irritable.

wife found her. I’m not sure what was said, but they all

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