The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 133

Chapter 133

As soon as the voice died away, two nurses pushed Victoria out of the room.

Christian’s gaze was fixed on her and he subconsciously followed suit.

“I’m warning you, Thatcher. Don’t follow her!” Vincent grumbled as he came to a stop in front of him before clutching Christian’s collar with both hands.

After he finished speaking, Vincent trotted to catch up with Victoria.

“Christian, I don’t care if you have any issues with Victoria. She’s not in the place to be triggered right now, so I’m pleading with you as her mother. Please just avoid showing up before her during this time,” Evelyn said as she approached him.

Christian stood there staring at Evelyn, fists slightly clenched without any words.

“Christian—” She summoned him once more, this time with pleading eyes.

He tightened his fist, then relaxed it and responded calmly, “Okay.”

Evelyn breathed a sigh of relief when she heard his compromise. As such, she worriedly trailed after Victoria with Gabrielle, Teresa, and the servants following behind her.

Only Christian, Charlotte, and Dr. Hill, who remained on the ground, were left in the previously crowded corridor.

After glancing at the ’emergency room’ sign, Christian pursed his lips and walked toward the elevator. The tall man’s silhouette could not help but appear lonely and pathetic.

Charlotte paused for a half-minute, repeatedly thanked the doctor, then followed Christian into the elevator.

There were only the two of them in the elevator and she leaned against it while smirking at him. “You claimed to have no feelings for Victoria, Mr. Thatcher. Duplicity is pointless now that you’re twenty-four years old.”

This time, Christian did not deny it but changed the subject instead. “Please find out everything about the rooftop incident and let me know.”

Ding!

The elevator had finally reached the first floor.

He emerged from the elevator wearing half-wet pajamas and slippers before driving away, leaving a bunch of onlookers surprised and curious.

At this point, the rain had stopped and the sky was clear with fresh air.

Charlotte inhaled deeply, gazed up at the sky, and stretched her waist; her brows and eyes were filled with laziness and interest.

Christian’s character dictated that he should have invited her to the car in a gentlemanly manner, but this time, he said nothing and drove away… Tsk, someone’s heart is broken.

In the general ward, Victoria lay on the hospital bed with a countenance as pale as paper. The hospital bed and gown appeared oversized when they were donned with her extremely thin figure.

Instead of asking what was wrong, Vincent stared at her with scarlet eyes, silently crying. His expression, combined with his unremarkable outfit, was very amusing, but no one had the mood to laugh at this point.

“Vince, I’ve just been resurrected. Shouldn’t you be a little happy?” Victoria’s lips twitched, but her eyes were filled with unmistakable sadness.

She thought that she would be dead for sure this time, but God forbid if she dared land a foot across hell’s gate… She would most likely resume her boring and undignified life once she was released from the hospital. God sure has nothing good in store for me.

“Why are you crying when Victoria’s operation’s successful?” Teresa frowned as she handed Vincent a tissue. “If you cry again, I’m kicking you outta the room.”

Yet, her tissue was refused by Vincent. He simply wiped his nose with his sleeve and asked Victoria, “When you begged to die, didn’t Teresa and I flash across your mind?”

After a brief pause, he raised his voice and asked, “Who do you think I’m working so hard for now?” Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

He went to the company to learn business and was mocked by many people, but he never considered quitting; he was yearning to be stronger so that he could force Christian, that jerk, to leave Victoria.

“Vince, the doctor advised us not to fluctuate her emotional state. You can discuss that later.” Evelyn gently drew him aside to persuade him.

Vincent, on the other hand, said nothing and just stared at his sister.

“Who said that I begged to die? I got caught in the rain while trapped on the rooftop. My pulmonary edema and leg problem recurred, so I was sent here. I did not choose to die,” Victoria explained.

He remained unconvinced and exclaimed, “Liar! Gabrielle told me that she called an ambulance for you, but you were pleading for death. All she could do was call the ambulance and tell them not to come!”

Seated on the chair beside him, Evelyn found what she heard to be surprising as a glint flashed across her eyes. Meanwhile, Gabrielle twisted her hands together while her face became gradually flushed. She looked at the siblings, feeling dumbfounded and speechless.

“I wouldn’t have been able to speak much at that point. Gabrielle may have misheard my wordnovelxo.com fast updates due to the strong wind, rain, and thunder,” Victoria responded lightly with no intention of blaming Gabrielle.

Still, her brother was suspicious despite his visage brightening up after hearing it.

“Tori, no matter what happens, your brother and I will always be on your side. Don’t be too harsh on yourself,” Teresa said as she sat on the edge of the hospital bed, holding Victoria’s hand.

“I know,” Victoria replied, smiling.

“You’ve done a lot for Tori this time and I have nothing to offer you. Please text me your bank account number and I’ll reimburse you!” Vincent offered as he approached Gabrielle.

Blushing intensely, Gabrielle paused before declining, “No, that won’t be necessary. We live together at the dorm and I just so happened to help. It’s no big—”

“Just send your bank account info to my brother. He’ll be uncomfortable if he doesn’t repay you,” Victoria said with a smile.

Though she laughed a lot today, Teresa felt that Victoria was not truly happy. She’s only putting up a front for me and Vince to save us the worry.

“Thank you, Mr. Coleman,” Gabrielle thanked cautiously with a little joy after looking at Victoria and Vincent.

In actuality, he was unconcerned about this trivial matter. Instead, he was focused on the ultimate mystery. “You said that someone locked Tori on the rooftop, right?” He clenched his fists and looked downcast.

“Daisy should be the one who locked her up there, but I’m not a hundred percent sure,” Gabrielle said after gulping her saliva.

“Get some rest and don’t think about anything else,” Vincent hummed to Victoria before turning and walking out.

“Where are you going, Vince?” Teresa stood up and stopped him, fearing that he would cause more trouble after leaving the room.

However, his footsteps continued as a stern voice echoed from the door, “Whoever dares to kill Tori, I will f*cking end her!”

“I’m going to deal with your brother, Tori. I’ll see you later!” Teresa was worried about both Vincent’s rash actions and Victoria’s condition.

“Teresa, it’s alright. I won’t die this easily.” Victoria chuckled before adding, “Also, tell my brother that sometimes it’s easier to be dead than to stay alive. There’s no need to end the person who locked me up there.”

Nobody knew it better than Victoria that living was far worse than dying.

At this point, Gabrielle could feel both strangeness and familiarity radiating from Victoria. This was precisely how she treated Gabrielle during those incidents… It’s scary