The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 31

Vincent said, “You’ve survived two years in prison, haven’t you? Just hang in there for a little longer, okay?”

Victoria licked her dry lips, not answering him.

“Do you not believe me?” Vincent raised a hand. “I swear, if I don’t keep my word, I’ll get run over by a car when I go out, and get struck by lightning on rainy days. I will not die a proper death!”

Victoria grabbed his raised hand. “Vincent, don’t say that…”

“Then promise me that you won’t seek death anymore, alright?” Vincent said anxiously,”You managed to survive such a harrowing time in prison, and your current situation must be better than being in prison, right? In that case, just—”

“No, it’s not better at all.” With her voice hoarse, Victoria interrupted and said, “Vincent, do you know how it feels like to be called a murderer everywhere you go?”

She took a deep breath and said shakily, “Do you know how embarrassing it is to kneel on the ground while apologizing to others? Do you know… How terrible I felt when Dad ran away at the sight of me?”

In prison, she kept telling herself that everything would be better when she was released.

However, when the time came, she realized how cruel reality was.

“Vincent, just pretend you never had a sister. Just let me leave in peace, alright?” Victoria tried to smile. “I will try my best so that it looks like a pure accident. I won’t let Christian get any excuses to turn his wrath on the Coleman…”

Family.

“You’re great at planning things, huh?”

Just then, the door to the ward opened with a click, allowing Christian to walk in with a half-smile.

His usually perfect suit was a little messy, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, perhaps because of the higher temperature in the ward or something else.

Victoria’s face instantly turned pale. She was terrified and panicking at that moment.

Why is he here?

me?” Christian walked over to the bed, one step after the other. He stared at her intensely with his dark eyes. “Do you think you’re that amazing, or do I

to you, but what about Tori’s? You broke her legs, and

Mr. Coleman.” Christian cocked his head to the side as he looked at Vincent,

was about to say more when Victoria

then moved aside in

hate me so much, so I’ll

loosely

like a stagnant puddle, which was a stark contrast to the mania and adoration they used to hold

into a line as he grew a little annoyed for some reason. “Death is

worth one leg of Miss Spritz’s…” Victoria tried to smile, but she couldn’t pull it off

clenched his fists, his

his suit, saying casually, “Mr. Coleman, you should be thanking me. If not for me, Victoria might not even choose to

raised his fist,

Victoria removed the needle and stood barefoot on the floor, shielding Christian behind her. Their family couldn’t afford to

a glaring red as

should go home.” Victoria’s eyes were filled with pleading. Vincent was the only person alive who was good to her, and she couldn’t drag him

suppressing the tears in his eyes as he glared at Christian. “Never forget this, Thatcher. If anything happens to my sister, I’ll make you

“Be careful of the injury on your head. If

with his reddened eyes. He wanted to say something, but he felt as if something had lodged within his throat. He couldn’t utter

out a card and forced it in her hands. He glared at Christian at the side, then turned around and

down at the card in her hands. It was still the same card from last time. She sighed silently, then stuffed it in the pocket of her

long as she didn’t touch the money in the card,

exhaustion, “I apologize on

good terms with each other,” Christian