The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 139

“Daisy…” Victoria mumbled and smiled.

People like Daisy needed to be taught a lesson in case she did something even worse. But then again, if Victoria did anything to Daisy, she would do even worse things to exact revenge.

There was no end to this infinite loop of vengeance.

When Gabrielle saw Victoria’s smile, she felt embarrassed. “Do you think I’m stupid to be cheated by that b*stard again?” she asked as she played with her hands.

“No.” Victoria stopped for a few seconds before continuing, “That man isn’t worth your love at all.”

Gabrielle’s expression turned gloomy. “Let’s not talk about him and ruin our moods,” she waved her hands and said.

Then, her eyes shone as she turned excited and exclaimed, “Let me tell you something interesting! Mr. Coleman beat Daisy up for you, and that stupid woman revealed the man backing her! Who do you think the person is?” Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Victoria, despite her lack of interest, asked cooperatively, “Who?”

“It’s Henry Ford!” Gabrielle couldn’t help but raise her voice. “Miss Spritz’s grandfather, Henry Ford of the scholarly family! He is a well-known calligrapher who is already seventy years old. What made him get involved with a woman like Daisy?”

Victoria was shocked by that news as well. As she was close with Bella in the past, she had seen Henry many times.

From what Victoria remembered, Henry was truly unique. He didn’t care about money or reputation; he spent his days practicing calligraphy, planting flowers, and walking his dog. Hence, it took her by surprise that he was the one backing Daisy.

Gabrielle, on the other hand, was excited that Victoria was now interested in what she was saying. “That old man is already over the age of seventy. Do you believe he can still perform as a man?”

Victoria was stumped for words.

“Daisy even claimed to be pregnant with Old Mr. Ford’s child!” Gabrielle then began to gossip. She moved closer to Victoria and continued, “Do you believe that child is really his? Or he has been cuckolded?”

In the past, Victoria had been addressing Henry as her grandfather, just like Bella did. Listening to his gossip made her feel strange.

Hence, she licked her dry lips and responded, “I’ve no idea, but Daisy slept with Mr. Sharp last night.”

Gabrielle gave an odd smile at that. “Would Old Mr. Ford have a heart attack if he discovered Daisy had been cuckolding him?”

After continuing for a few more minutes, she sighed. “Mr. and Mrs. Coleman wanted to continue teaching Daisy her lesson, but it appeared that Old Mr. Ford had contacted Mr. Glen, as Mr. Glen brought a few men to the Delta Club and forcibly took Mr. Coleman away.”

Victoria pursed her lips when she heard that. Her gaze dimmed, and she was clutching the bed sheets underneath her so tightly that her fingers turned pale.

Seeing that, Gabrielle wanted to console her. But before she could say anything, the door opened and Christian walked straight to the bed.

Victoria cast an emotionless glance at him before withdrawing her gaze.

“Mr… Mr. Thatcher.” Gabrielle braced herself and called out to him, intending to invite him out so as not to agitate Victoria.

Christian turned and looked at her, his gaze cold. “Anything?”

Gabrielle immediately laughed awkwardly at that. All of the words she intended to say vanished. All she could respond was to point to the fruits on the table and asked, “Would you like some fruits? I can wash them now.”

And she ended her sentence with her awkward laughter.

“There’s no need,” he replied. “Just wash them for yourself and Victoria.”

Gabrielle felt stressed being in the room, and she wished she could find an excuse to leave. However, she was afraid that Christian would say or do anything that would agitate Victoria. Hence, Gabrielle had no choice but to remain in the room.

“Have a banana, Victoria. Bananas are good for you.” Gabrielle handed Victoria a banana, as it didn’t need to be washed.

Victoria took the banana, peeled it and took a bite.

Christian’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he looked at Victoria. “Don’t discharge first. I’ve already instructed the doctor to treat your legs.”

“Can Victoria’s legs still be treated?” Gabrielle asked before Victoria could say anything, her eyes shining.

Christian responded with a light hum, with his gaze still fixed on Victoria. In fact, he was wondering in his mind if he truly liked Victoria.

“You don’t have to do that, Mr. Thatcher.” Victoria tossed the banana peel into the trash can behind him. “I don’t have any money, so I’m not going for treatment.”

Gabrielle’s heart almost stopped when she saw the banana peel flying past Christian’s shoulders.

“You don’t have to fork out any money.” Christian went to the table, took a peach and stuffed it into Victoria’s hand.

Victoria lowered her gaze to look at the peach. “Are you asking me to gulp down this entire peach?” she said sarcastically.

“I’ll cut it for you!” Gabrielle was worried that Victoria might simply throw the peach at Christian, so she rushed to the bed and took the peach from Victoria.

“Thank you for your charitable work, Mr. Thatcher, but I don’t need that,” Victoria said indifferently, although she was still clutching the bed sheets tightly. “How dare I have my legs treated before Miss Spritz has hers? If my legs recovered before hers, you might break them again.”

Gabrielle was terrified upon hearing that, and her heart nearly leaped out of her mouth. She wanted to secretly signal Victoria to stop being sarcastic, but Victoria did not notice her at anovelxo.com fast updatell.

“That won’t happen.” Without saying anything further, Christian left with a frown.

Victoria, on the other hand, remained sitting on her bed. Her lips was pursed and she looked extremely gloomy.

How can he break my legs and have them treated whenever he pleases? Is he treating me as a toy?

With this in mind, Victoria exhaled deeply, her eyes red. She trembled as she touched her disabled right leg, wondering what the point of getting it treated was. She hadn’t danced in two years, and it would be difficult for her to get back into it.

“Why don’t you want to get your leg treated?” Gabrielle asked with her brows furrowed. “Victoria, don’t make rash decisions that will leave you disabled for the rest of your life. It isn’t worth it!”

“Would you get treatment if someone broke your leg and wanted to treat it afterward, and he might even hurt it again?” Victoria replied. Her eyes were devoid of any trace of happiness.

Her words stumped Gabrielle, rendering the woman unable to say anything.

“I’m not going to accept his kindness,” Victoria continued. “When I’m capable enough to defeat him, I won’t be bound by it as well.”

Gabrielle got goosebumps when she heard that. She awkwardly laughed and handed Victoria the peach she had cut. “Take this. Your lips are parched.”

…

Meanwhile, the Ford Family was in a gloomy mood due to Henry and Daisy’s relationship. Even the servants had to walk carefully as they did not dare to make a sound.

All three generations of the Fords were in the living room, including Bella’s family of four.

The person who could not stand Henry messing around at such an age the most was Lucas. He got to his feet and said angrily, “You’re already over seventy years old, Grandpa! That woman, Daisy, is just in her twenties! She and Bella are of the same age! How could you bring yourself to lay your hands on her?”

Henry, however, simply took his cup of tea, drank a sip of it and responded casually, “True love has no age limit, Lucas. When did you become so conventional?”