The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 134

“Rest assured. Other than…” Teresa was about to mention Christian, but when she noticed Evelyn nearby, she swallowed the name and continued, “Both Vincent and I will never let go of the person who tried to kill you.”

She made a promise to Victoria and dashed off to catch up with Vincent.

Gabrielle walked over to the door and shut it while standing back cautiously to secretly glance at Victoria and Evelyn.

“You got caught in the rain and had to deal with me all night. It must be one hell of a night for you. Please head back and have a good rest,” Victoria told Gabrielle.

Since Gabrielle was indeed exhausted and Victoria was no longer in danger, she accepted the offer to leave.

“Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?” Evelyn inquired, her eyes filled with anguish and guilt.

“Not at all, Mrs. Thatcher. I’m not hungry,” said Victoria.

Evelyn then sighed and fell silent.

“What Mr. Thatcher did has nothing to do with you and you have no reason to be sorry toward me.” Victoria’s tone was soft. After saying this, she coughed and covered her mouth.

Evelyn’s face changed dramatically when she saw this and she quickly took Victoria’s hand in hers and asked, “Are you okay? Are you relapsing? I’ll have the doctor come right over!”

Flustered, she stood up as soon as she finished speaking.

“No need for that. My throat is a little itchy and it’s not because of the relapse,” Victoria assured gently, taking Evelyn’s arm. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Only then did Evelyn’s face regain blood. “When did you develop pulmonary edema, and how come I’ve never heard of it?” Evelyn inquired as she sat down, gaping a few times.

“I became infected while in prison. Don’t worry, I’m not going to die so easily,” Victoria stated calmly.

However, the more indifferent Victoria’s demeanor, the more uneasy Evelyn felt. “Tori—” Evelyn called out, but she was cut off.

“Didn’t I say that Mr. Thatcher’s actions have nothing to do with you? He is your son, even if you are on his side, I can understand,” Victoria said, smiling.

“Besides,” she added bitterly and sarcastically, “you have done a lot more than Mr. and Mrs. Coleman have done for me.”

Evelyn sighed before comforting, “Don’t be too downhearted. Your mother is simply accustomed to listening to your father’s words. In fact, she still treats you as her daughter.”

“Ha! So what if she still considers me her daughter? She will unconditionally support Mr. Coleman for as long as he lives,” Victoria sneered.

“Even if Mr. Coleman intends to murder me,” she added, licking her dry lips.

Though the VIP ward was large, Evelyn felt as if she were trapped in a toy poodle cage, rendering the atmosphere to be oppressive and depressing.

She parted her lips to say something, but could not think of any right words to say.

“Go back and rest, Mrs. Thatcher. I, too, am exhausted and need to rest.” Victoria broke the silence with a murmur and a movement of her arms. “So… tired…”

Evelyn felt as if the cage that had imprisoned her had shrunk to the point where she could not even move. “Huh? Sure. Have a good rest.” She had no idea what expression she wore when she left the ward.

“Madam, don’t worry about Victoria and Christian. Let them handle it,” the servant advised after leaving the ward.

“I just feel sorry for Tori. After all, I grew up watching her, and her family is…” Evelyn rubbed her aching brows.

She paused with a look of loneliness and reluctance on her face before uttering, “Let’s go. I’ll go back and make some soup for Tori to bring for her later.”

Victoria lay on the hospital bed with no intention to catch a wink; instead, she opened her hands and stared blankly at the gauze that was wrapped around her hands. She had no other sensation in life besides experiencing pain.

She wished Vincent and Teresa would leave her alone so that she could die without any burden or threats from Christian.

However, she was afraid that her brother and sister-in-law would have to abandon her, leaving her with no one in the world to care for and pamper her…

Is it human nature to be contradictory?

Victoria licked her dry lips before taking a deep breath and closing her eyes.

I’m exhausted. Really, utterly, exhausted.

…

Teresa trotted behind Vincent as he drove the car to the Delta Club at breakneck speed.

The Delta Club’s traffic was moderate at 11.00AM. The front desk staff, as well as the guests who stayed in the lobby, looked at Vincent with a variety of human emotions—indifference, curiosity, mock— as they whispered…

“Why is he dressed in a suit with pajama bottoms? That’s strange.”

“What a clown! He’s only wearing one shoe!”novelxo.com fast update

“Has he gone insane? I heard recently that he is crazy about business and that has made a fool out of himself!”

“Vincent recently destroyed the Delta Club. I heard that the Colemans gave Mr. Thatcher the land in the Glogan’s urban development area as a result of this. If Vincent destroys the Delta Club again, the Colemans will be unable to afford the compensation. We shall wait and see!”

“What an ill-fated life that Mr. Coleman has to have Vincent and Victoria at every corner—”

Before the woman could finish her sentence, Vincent walked in front of her and raised her with both hands, “Jessica Doyle, is it? Didn’t you use to follow my sister around like a dog? I see you have turned into a backstabbing b*tch now, huh?”

“Vin-Vincent.” Jessica was caught off guard and her face turned pale with fear. “I’m… just a … lady…”

Vincent threw Jessica to the ground with a bang and stepped on her stomach almost as soon as she finished her sentence. “And?! If someone deserves to be beaten, I don’t care about their gender!”

A few women who were gossiping a moment ago did not dare to speak anymore.

He snorted coldly at Jessica, who was extremely terrified, and spat on the ground. He then asked the front desk impatiently, “Where are your new boss and Daisy Torres? Get them here!”

While Vincent was distracted, Jessica jumped up and hid herself into the crowd. Her waist straightened again, but her voice was much lower this time. “Do you really think this is the Coleman Residence? Wait for Mr. Thatcher to deal with you! Hmph!”

“Miss Doyle, sh*t-talking behind people’s back is nothing. You should’ve said it in his face,” a man mocked.

As such, Jessica murmured a few words in a volume so low that no one could even hear it before heading upstairs.

The Delta Club’s front desk had always been difficult and the people watching assumed they would ignore Vincent, who was looking for trouble.

No one expected the front desk manager to stand up and respectfully reply to Vincent, “Someone has already asked for Mr. Sharp and Daisy. Please wait for a moment.”

She finished her speech by pointing to the large vase that Vincent wanted to kick. “This is a vintage vase from the Romantic period that has recently been replenished. It’s not worth it if you waste hundreds of thousands with just a kick.”

However, Vincent had not even managed to do anything when Teresa, who was known for her good temperament, stepped forward and swayed the large vase off the air with a kick. “What an eyesore.”

It all depended on everyone’s interpretation of her sentence, whether it was the vase, the front desk, the person watching the fun, or Christian