The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 141

Hearing the person’s words, Christian gripped his phone tightly. “Do you know the reason why?” he asked coldly.

“Yes…” The person lowered their voice. “His aunt is Jill Lopez. She has worked as a maid for the Coleman Family for several years. She had told him things about you and Miss Coleman to him. So, he has a… bad impression of you.” The truth was that Dr. Walker had a terrible impression of Christian, but he didn’t dare to say it.

Christian’s eyes flickered, but he did not say anything. Instead, he said, “Give me Jill’s home address and contact number now.” Then, he hung up the phone.

At this moment, Christian heard the sound of the door opening. He instinctively turned around and looked at the door of the ward.

He saw that Gabrielle had her back toward him; half of her body was inside the ward, and she was grabbing the door handle as she said her goodbyes to Victoria. “I’ll see you tomorrow. If Mr. Thatcher wants to see you, just… just think of him as a dummy and don’t get mad at him. The doctor said that you can’t be too emotional, okay?”

Through the door’s gap, Christian could see Victoria on the bed. He could see that she had changed much since two years ago; her baby fat was gone—her facial features had sharpened—and she looked more mature than before. Yet, although she looked more alluring than before, he felt suffocated.

He wondered if this was what heartache felt like. Did he feel it because of love?

As he was staring at her, it was only natural for her to take notice of him too, but she frowned and looked away after glancing at him as if he was some disgusting being. When he saw her reaction, he could feel his heart ache even more; it was as if someone was jabbing his heart with needles. Although the feeling was not deadly, it was unbearable.

Christian wondered if this was the so-called love that Matthew was talking about. He was never in a relationship, nor did he know what love felt like. All he knew was that he never had this unpleasant feeling when Victoria was always by his side before she turned 18.

her for quite some time, so she

and said, “Since when was Mr. Thatcher fond of being a peeping Tom?” Her gaze fell

landing on embarrassment. She gulped and said awkwardly, “M-Mr. Thatcher, I thought you had left. What a coincidence.” She chuckled dryly and didn’t know what to do. I’m so lucky that I said dummy rather than saying he talks bullsh*t. But… I don’t think it is a good thing to

had this hobby recently,” Christian said as

brows at him but

every way possible. Just by peaking

noticed Gabrielle’s discomfort, so she

turned and looked at

talk about with him. But, you can leave

then!” she exclaimed. Then, she turned to Christian, lowering her head, not daring to look at him, and

lowered her eyes and laughed at herself. Christian furrowed his eyebrows slightly and unbuttoned a button from his shirt, but the heavy feeling from his chest didn’t decrease. He recalled when Victoria would

like that, one sat inside the ward while the other stood outside; the door between them was slightly ajar. Christian stared at Victoria intently while she looked at the floor. The atmosphere was oppressive and weird as none of them spoke a

Gabrielle, who had left, returned while panting. “I almost forgot that Victoria said she wanted to go to the bathroom.” She smiled awkwardly while

saw Gabrielle. “I can go on my own. You

going to bore a hole through her back. “I can wait outside if it’s inconvenient for me to be here while you talk.” She was still worried about Victoria as she couldn’t be too emotional since she had just

looked at Gabrielle for a moment before she lowered her head