Chapter 92
Victoria immediately shrank her right leg back into her skirt, using her gown to cover it entirely, and
murmured a soft âyesâ.
âWhat did the doctor say?â Jill inched closer as her eyes filled up with excitement. âCan it be treated?
My nephew is an expert in this field. Heâs currently studying in Pancada. Iâll get him to return and take a
look at you!â
Victoria pursed her lips and kept mum as Christianâs warnings filled her mind.
âTalking about this riles me up!â Vincent slammed the broom to the ground, and the soup splashed on
the legs of his suit trousers, but he paid no mind to it. âChristian Thatcher is a psychopath, a madman!
That b*stard! He broke my sisterâs leg and even stopped her from getting her injuries treated!â
He spat on the ground as his face flushed red with anger. âF*ck! I wish heâd get run over by a car. I
hope he becomes crippled and impotent. That way, he wouldnât have a chance to procreate little
monsters like himââ
âHey, hey, hey. Let me interrupt you for a moment.â Jill silenced him with a palm to his face and said
thoughtfully, âActually, I think itâs a good thing that Mr. Thatcher broke Toriâs leg.â
As soon as those words fell, Vincent had already lifted the dirty broomstick in his hand, but Teresa
quickly stopped him despite having a rather nasty scowl on her face. âCanât you wait for Jill to finish?!â
Although Victoria didnât react, her face was stark white, and her eyes were full of disbelief at Jillâs
thoughtful words.
Bang!
Vincent threw the broom on the table furiously.
Vincent dragged a chair over, sat on it, and turned to speak to Jill with a livid expression. âWatch your
words. I didnât shy away from reprimanding my parents for what they did to Tori, so donât think Iâd spare
you from the same thing!â
âWhat are you doing? How dare you talk to elders like this?!â Jill stood up and whacked his head
harshly. âHow dare you threaten to hit me?â
He covered his head as his handsome face flushed red. Finish your sentence faster, then!
âYou never have the patience to hear what people have to say!â Jill glared at him before sitting down
angrily. Then, she turned to look at Victoria and slowly said, âAlthough Miss Spritz said she doesnât
want to sue you, her whole family is on the verge of eating you alive!â
Vincent roared, âWhat does this have to do with that b*stard, Christian Thatcher, breaking my sisterâs
leg? Heââ
âCan you keep quiet and finish listening to what Jill has to say?!â Teresa slipped her hand into the
inside of his arm and pinched him harshly.
This made him grunt in pain, and he muttered a few choice words lowly.
âIf Mr. Thatcher didnât break your leg, how could they have agreed to let you go to prison for only two
years? You wouldâve been in prison for the rest of your life!â Jill raised her voice when she said her last
sentence.
Victoria clenched her fists tightly, and her knuckles turned white as her nails bit into her palms. âSoâ¦â
She paused and forced a sentence out of her throat. âDo I have to thank him for this?â
This man broke my leg with a golf club and threw me into prison without allowing me to be treated! How
can I thank him?!
âThatâs not what I meant. Calm down, Tori.â Jill rubbed her back and soothed her. âI just wanted to say
that no matter what brutal thoughts Mr. Thatcher harbors, this is a blessing in disguise.â
Victoria lowered her head and frowned. âSo you see it as a good trade? A leg for the rest of your life?â
It wasnât a good deal for her. She would rather die alone in prison than be brought to the Delta Club by
Christian, alive yet humiliated.
âLetâs not talk about this; itâs depressing. You spilled your bowl of noodles and barely ate any of it, to
begin with. Sit here and give me a moment. Iâll make you another bowl.â Then, Jill left the table and
hurried into the kitchen.
Although Victoria had no appetite, she couldnât bear to brush off Jillâs kindness and agreed.
Meanwhile, The hotel manager of the Oriental Hotel hurriedly brought a few people into the ballroom
that was used to hold the birthday party for Victoria before heading toward Christian.
âI have something I need to do. Please excuse me.â Christian, who was talking shop with a few people,
excused himself after seeing the hotel manager coming over. Then, he walked to a corner with the
hotel manager in tow.
The hotel manager wiped the sweat off his forehead and said cautiously, âIâve checked the surveillance
footage just now. After Miss Coleman left, she ran down the stairs and accidentally sprained her foot on
the third floor.â
Christian twirled the red wine in his hand, frowning slightly.
The hotel manager cautiously questioned Christianâs non-response, âMr. Thatcher?â
âContinue.â Christian took a sip of red wine. The wine was slowly heating up his stomach, making him a
little irritable. How can a 20-year-old woman still trip? Is she stupid?
Only then did the manager continue, âShe didnât move after she fell. Later, Mr. Coleman and his wife
found her. Iâm not sure what was said, but they all cried. Then, Mr. Coleman carried Miss Coleman on
his back, and the three of them left the hotel.â
âHm?â The red wine twirled slowly under his actions. Under the bright lights, the rich red color wine
exuded a depressing and gloomy aura, especially considering the topic they were discussing.
The hotel manager was stunned for a moment before he regained his senses. âThe surveillance at the
hotel entrance showed that the three drove east. Iâm not sure where they went. Should I send someone
to follow them?â
Christian didnât answer. Instead, he asked, âVincent carried Victoria on his back? Did she sprain her
ankle very badly?â
âI canât tell from the surveillance footage if Miss Colemanâs foot was swollen or not. Iâm not sure how
serious the fall was as well.â Then, the hotel manager suggested, since he had no idea just what this
man before him was thinking, âWould you like me to call Mr. Coleman and ask?â
Christian unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt before he felt his breathing ease. âItâs fine. Just go
back to doing whatever youâre doing.â
With that, the hotel manager left. Just as Christian was about to leave with a few bodyguards, he was
pushed aside by Nancy.
âChristian, what are you doing?â She rushed toward him aggressively, looking up at the man who was a
head taller than her. Although she was dressed to the nines with exquisite makeup, it couldnât hide the
awful look on her face.
The guests, who watched one good drama after the other, were in high spirits and entertained.
It seemed there would always be an excellent show to watch as long as Nancy was around. After all,
she was âthe life of every partyâ. Although she was over 50 years old, she was even more capricious
than the ladies in their teens and twenties.
Christian took a sip of red wine as his Adamâs apple bobbed. His expression remained indifferent. âI
donât know what you mean.â
âDonât try to be sly around me!â Once she was irritated, she would be entirely ruled by her emotions.
âYouâll be getting engaged to Bella, yet youâre hosting a birthday party for that b*novelxo.com fast
updatetch, Victoria Coleman? Is there something going on between the two of you?â
He placed the unfinished red wine on the table behind him and casually said, âIf I said yes, youâd
probably get angrier. If I said no, you wouldnât believe me. Tell me, how should I answer you?â
âDonât talk back to me!â The more she regarded this future son-in-law of hers, the more dissatisfied she
became. âToday, in front of everyone, tell me, are you still thinking about that vixen, Victoria Coleman?
If thatâs the case, I will never allow Bella to marry you!â