The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 132

“The situation is dire,” the doctor answered quickly before asking, “Are you a family member of Victoria? If she continues the operation now, her life will be in danger; if she doesn’t, she may be able to live for another 12 hours.”

“Once you agree to continue the operation, you can sign the consent form later. Otherwise, we will immediately transfer her to the ICU.”

Christian’s brows and nose were drenched in cold sweat, and his handsome face was pale as a sheet. He clenched his fist and said, “Her family is not present, but I am her… superior. I am able to sign the consent form…”

“No. Only her family members are permitted to sign!” the doctor abruptly interrupted him and he had no time to inquire about Victoria’s family’s absence either. “Please hurry and summon her family. If they are unable to come in person, allow them to agree over the phone by leaving a recording of the call.”

Evelyn had never been one to make clean-cut decisions and she was now in a big dilemma. “Is there no other safe route? Money is not an issue!”

“Don’t waste your time here! Call Victoria’s family right away!” The doctor’s face flushed as he exclaimed.

There was a burst of rapid footsteps as soon as he finished speaking.

Vincent, who was topless and only dressed in pajama pants, ran over with a slipper on his foot, roaring with scarlet eyes, “What happened to Tori? Where’s Tori?”

“Doc, he’s Victoria’s family member!” Gabrielle grabbed Vincent’s arm and dragged him in front of the doctor.

The doctor wiped his brow with the back of his sleeve and said, “Continuing the operation could put Victoria’s life in danger. If she does not have the operation, she will only have half a day to live. If you agree to proceed with the operation, please sign the consent form as soon as possible.”

The nurse in front of the doctor rushed forward and handed Vincent some paperwork and a pen.

The weather was not hot; in fact, it was even a little cold after the rain, but sweat continued to run down Vincent’s temples. He looked at Christian with red eyes as the blue veins on his forehead and neck burst out like an evil spirit fleeing hell.

“Is the operation consent form signed, Dr. Hill? She will only be transferred to the ICU if their family member does not sign it!” the nurse exclaimed as she ran out of the emergency room.

Dr. Hill stomped his feet in rage and asked Vincent, “Sir, are you going to sign it?”

Vincent wiped the corners of his eyes, glared fiercely at Christian, and gritted through his teeth. “Yes!”

Taking the consent form and pen from the nurse, he took a deep breath and signed the document before returning it to her. The nurse then quickly took it and returned to the ER with the doctor. Soon, the emergency room door was shut once again.

During this time, Christian stood at the side with zero authority as he was unable to help or intervene since he was not a member of Victoria’s family.

He was unsure what he was feeling; he was upset and stuffy, but his emotions were mostly fear, panic, and anxiety. He was terrified that she would die in this manner. At that point, he did not want to get into

specifics about whether he liked Victoria, or how he felt about her; he only had one thought right now— to keep her alive!

“Christian Thatcher! You’re a f*cking b*stard!” With scarlet eyes and raised fists, Vincent approached Christian.

Gabrielle clenched her teeth, bit her lower lip, and extended her arms in front of Christian. “M-Mr. Coleman… This incident might not be related to Mr. Thatcher!”

“Get the hell out of my way!” Vincent screamed, his bloodshot eyes wide.

Though Gabrielle was terrified, she did not move a step. “Mr. Coleman, i-if Victoria wakes up and hears that you h-hit Mr. Thatcher because of h-her, she… she will…”

Before she could finish speaking, Vincent gritted his teeth and took a step back, suppressing the rage and hatred that was coursing through his veins.

Christian exhaled a sigh of relief only to find his back dripping wet.

“Vince,” Evelyn called out as she approached him before clasping her palms together apologetically. “I’m sorry for what happened to Tori.”

A slight frown appeared on Christian’s face as he stepped back, but he made no excuses.

Vincent wiped his tears away and shook his head at her. “It’s not your fault. It’s that b*stard’s fault, so you don’t have to apologize to me or Victoria!”

“Christian is my son and he made a mistake, so I…” Evelyn sighed deeply after looking at Christian. She then changed the topic. “It is pouring outside. What brought you here dressed like this?”

Hearing this, Charlotte picked up the suit bag on the seat and handed it to Vincent. “This is Mr. Thatcher’s coat. He’s about your size, so you should be able to wear it as well.” NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“I’d rather die of frostbite than to wear his clothes!” Vincent replied angrily and despondently, turning to Evelyn without accepting the coat. “I wanted to look for Victoria, but my father refused to let me do that by yanking my clothes. My clothes are all ripped!”

It was difficult to comment on anything when the father was so cruel to his own daughter.

“Didn’t you tell your dad that Victoria was being resuscitated? If you did, he would definitely…”novelxo.com fast update Evelyn said in an attempt to comfort Vincent.

“I did, but he didn’t let me come over!” he interrupted her in distraught before viciously staring at Christian. “It’s all because of this jerk who uses the Colemans Family as a threat. My father will never let me see Victoria even if she dies!”

Evelyn remained silent as it was difficult for her to say anything.

Teresa eventually arrived and handed Vincent a set of clothes. “Mom stopped Dad and allowed me to come here. Don’t hold it against Mom, she doesn’t—”

“There’s no reason for her to be phony!” Vincent took out his suit jacket and put it on, but he was dressed strangely with the pajama pants and pair of unassuming slippers.

With that, a crowd gathered outside the emergency room. Nobody said anything and everyone only stared at the ER’s tightly shut glassdoor.

The sky gradually brightened and the sun rose from east to southeast.

Christian checked the time on his wrist—it was 9.30AM. Victoria has been in the ER for about seven or eight hours now.

His heart sank again as if thousands of ants were crawling down his throat and into his atrium to gnaw on it; his throat tightened and his heart ached.

Screech!

At that moment, Dr. Hill emerged from the ER before exclaiming, “The operation’s… a success!”

Though it was such a short sentence, he had to gasp each word out before he collapsed to the ground from exhaustion after announcing the operation’s status.

The doctors and nurses involved in the operation were exhausted as they lay on the ground inside the open door, but their relieved smiles could not be hidden.

At this point, Christian’s tense nerves had only slightly relaxed. He pursed his lips with a racing heart before standing up to enter the ER.

However, Dr. Hill stopped him by stretching his legs and saying tiredly, “The patient has just woken up and she will be pushed to the general ward.”

“You can go in and talk to her, but you cannot let her get emotional. She also needs to rest, so you should leave after a few words with her. Better yet, just don’t talk at all.