The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 83

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Chapter 83
Christian grunted softly as his eyes swept across Victoria’s pale face and chapped lips and frowned slightly.
“It’s almost 1.00PM. Are you hungry?” Vincent looked sternly at Christian before walking over to his sister with the two
takeaways. “They’re your favorite, but it’s been a while, so they aren’t warm anymore. Take a bite or two to fill your stomach
while I order something else.”
Evelyn smiled at the siblings and said, “I heard that Vincent loves his wife and his sister. So the rumor is true.”
“Thank you, V—Mr. Coleman.” Victoria was just about to call her brother Vincent when she saw Christian from the corner of her
eyes. “But I no longer like eating these anymore.”
Even though Vincent was dumbfounded by what Victoria called him, he simply threw the two takeaway bags to the side and said,
“Tell me what you like then, and I’ll order them for you. If the restaurant doesn’t have takeout, I’ll go there and buy the food.”
“I’m fine, Mr. Coleman.” Victoria looked up and gave Vincent a discreet wink to signal him to shut up. However, the small
movements between the two and Victoria’s immense fear of Christian did not escape Evelyn’s eyes. She tucked her hair behind
her ears and sighed inaudibly.
Vincent saw his sister’s wink and understood what she meant. He would have endured it and stopped talking had it been two
years ago. But the pent-up anger and guilt that he had been suppressing for two years surged in his heart. The fact that his sister
was forced to act in such a way added fuel to the fire and almost made him lose his sanity.
“Don’t be afraid of him!” Vincent clenched his fists tightly—the blue veins on his neck could be seen clearly, and his face was
bleak. “I’m no longer one of the Thatchers, and you, Christian, can no longer use the interests of the Colemans to coerce me
anymore!” As he spoke, he put himself in front of Victoria, essentially protecting her. “Tori, don’t be afraid. I will never leave you
again!”
Victoria took a deep breath, tugged the corner of her brother’s clothes with her trembling hands, and shook her head vigorously
at him. As much as she tried to utter a word, her throat was tight as if a sponge had stifled her.
“What a touching sibling love.” Christian smiled mockingly.

Victoria walked over to Christian and knelt, even though she was struggling to even get out of bed. Her voice was hoarse. “This

is the first time I saw my brother after I was released from jail. You just happened to bump into him.”
Christian looked at her condescendingly, and his expression was inscrutable. “Do you like to kneel so much?”
“Are you crazy?!” Vincent roared at the sight of his sister kneeling. His eyes were full of disbelief as he reached out to pull her.
“Get up!”
“Are you crazy?!” Vincent roared at the sight of his sister kneeling. His eyes were full of disbelief as he reached out to pull her.
“Get up!”
Evelyn’s expression also changed at once, and she got up to pull Victoria from the ground. “Tori, what are you doing? If you have
something to say, stand up and say it!”
“Mrs. Thatcher, Vince. If you both care about me, let me kneel.” Victoria shook her and stubbornly glued her knees to the ground.
Evelyn released her and looked at Christian. “Christian, tell Tori to stand up.”
“Since she likes to kneel so much, let her be,” Christian said dispassionately, but he unbuttoned two upper buttons as though the
air here was somewhat suffocating.
Vincent’s face was ashen, and he kept tugging Victoria’s arm. “Get up! I’m telling you to f*cking get up! Are you deaf?!”
Victoria knelt firmly on the ground, despite Vincent grabbing one of her arms with full force. She looked at Christian pleadingly
and raised her hand to swear. “Mr. Thatcher, I promise that this will be the last time I ever meet my brother. It will never happen
again.”
She bit her lips, trembling slightly, before continuing, “If I ever contact my brother again...” She had to swallow saliva in order to
say what she was going to say. “I will be hit by a car and struck by lightning. I will die in the worst possible way imaginable.”
Christian merely looked at her. His lips moved to say something, but he didn’t make a sound. The ward was quiet enough that
everyone could hear a pin falling.
“F*ck! You’re no longer my sister!” Vincent felt highly disappointed and agonized at the sight, so he threw the two takeaways to
the ground, stomped on them, and rushed out of the ward with red eyes.
Bang! The door was slammed hard as he stormed out.

Victoria’s throat tightened, and the corners of her eyes became teary. She tried her best to maintain her kneeling posture with
every last bit of her energy.
Vince must be angry. Why shouldn’t he be? He has always hated cowardly people, and I happen to be one now. It’s fine. At least

I don’t have to waste my energy stopping my brother from contacting me. But from now on, no one will care about me anymore
in this world.
“Get up.” Christian glanced at her, turned his head, and sat on the escort bed while lightly knocking the table with his fingers.
Evelyn held Victoria gently. “You still have an injury on your leg. Get up quickly.”
Still, Victoria remained unmoving as she knelt on the ground, looking at Christian stubbornly. “Mr. Thatcher, could you please
spare my brother this time? I promise this is—”
Before she could finish saying ‘the last time’, the door was suddenly pushed open. Vincent could be seen rushing in and knelt
before Christian without warning. Not only that, but he also kowtowed on all fours repeatedly. He was using so much strength
that blood was oozing out from his forehead after a few kowtows.
“Stop—” Victoria’s heart ached badly every time he hit his head against the floor, and she reached out with shaky hands to stop
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Alas, Vincent pushed her away and looked up at Christian with suppressed anger as he begged for mercy for the first time in his
life. “Christian, you are free to break my leg, send me to prison, and even make me kneel at the Delta Club. You can do whatever
you want with me. All I ask is that you let my sister go.”
The blood came running down his forehead into his eyes, which made his eyes feel extremely uncomfortable that his tears also
flowed. “My sister is only 20 years old, and she still has a long way to go. She can’t just spend the rest of her life at the Delta
Club!” Victoria almost sobbed as she heard that; her throat was tight, and her vocal cords suddenly seemed out of order. Vince...
“Please! I beg you!” Vincent slammed his head on the ground and did not get up for a long time. The ward was unusually quiet,
except for the sound of Christian knocking on the table in a rhythmic fashion which tended to make others panic.
Only after some time did Evelyn speak and stand up to pull the siblings from the ground. “Vincent, Tori, both of you get up.
Christian doesn’t dare to do anything to you both so long as I’m still alive.”.

Of course, Victoria did not dare to move an inch—while Christian was a dutiful son, he was not one to listen to his mother blindly.
At the same time, Vincent also remained in his groveling posture. His head remained on the ground while blood splattered
around his head. The faint smell of blood mixing with the scent of disinfectant made the ward’s atmosphere even more
depressing.
“Christian.” Finally, Evelyn’s voice contained some mild warning as she glanced at her son. “You and I will help the two of them
up.” Christian looked at Vincent and Victoria before standing up and walking over to Victoria.
His hands were warm and comfortable, but the instant he touched Victoria’s wrist, she felt tortured by his hands’ temperature.
She was unsure if she should get up because he had not said anything about forgiving her brother.
“Why? You don’t want to stand?” Christian let go of her and said lightly, “Do you want me to carry you?”

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