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?”

handsome face flushed red. Finish your sentence

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

with that

quiet and finish listening to what Jill has to say?!” Teresa slipped her hand into

him grunt in pain, and

you go to prison for only two years? You would’ve been in prison for the rest of your life!” Jill raised her voice when she said

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

my leg with a golf club and threw me into prison without allowing me to be treated! How can I

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

as a good trade? A

die alone in prison than be brought to the Delta Club by Christian, alive

with. Sit here and give me

couldn’t bear to brush off Jill’s kindness and

the Oriental Hotel hurriedly brought a few people into the ballroom

talking shop with a few people, excused

his forehead and said cautiously, “I’ve checked the surveillance footage just now. After Miss Coleman left, she ran down the

the red wine in his

questioned Christian’s non-response, “Mr.

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

sure what was said, but they all cried. Then, Mr. Coleman carried Miss Coleman on his back, and the three of them left

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