The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 15 When Was She Released?

“Christian, I’m coming in…”

Bella, who was on crutches, stood at the door with her hand still at the doorknob, keeping the door open. It was evident she was anxious, so eager to prove something that she had forgotten her manners.

Upon coming to himself, Christian frowned. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have a rehab session today?”

It was clear that Bella had seen Victoria as the former was taken aback for a second. Following that, Bella shifted her gaze back onto Christian to find his collar wide open and his lips stained with blood. Even an idiot could tell what just happened between the two; what more when she wasn’t one and had even come prepared?

At that, she frowned and asked intentionally, “When was she released, Christian? Why are you with her?”

“Huh…” Christian snorted, not answering her but instead fixing his dress shirt, retorting with his eyelids drooped, “Haven’t you already found out? Scarlett told you, didn’t she? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have come all the way here this late at night.”

pity. “I came because I learned that she’s in Delta Club. I didn’t know you two would…” She had a hard time continuing her words. She chewed on her lips, looking somewhat nervous. “Christian, she’s Victoria! Have you forgotten how she wanted to kill

help frowning upon hearing so, and she fixed her clothes in silence before

spoke softly,

looked up at her in response, distressed. “Do you hate me this much, Victoria? Have you not done enough damage to me two years ago? Why would you still show yourself to us after coming out of prison? Just what do you want

with a quirked

difficulty

the Thatchers supposed to report the people we hire to you two?” He sneered at Bella.

crutches in Bella’s arm, she was no different from two years ago, still looking like a frail princess. She, on the other hand, was miserable as hell. At that, she snorted self-deprecatingly, looking at Bella with a crystal-clear gaze.

drained from Bella’s face as she bit her lip, then argued aggrievedly. “Why are you still trying to deny what you’ve done when

argue who was the unapologetic

couldn’t change the fact that she lost a leg and was put behind bars for two years. Who would even

uniform, she shrugged nonchalantly and said, “Two years have passed, and I don’t want to argue who’s right or wrong with you. I