She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 118

Celine glanced toward the doorway, her voice just a touch louder than usual.

“Our midterm results are out.”

“Oh? Let me guess—did my girl do well this time? Made some progress, maybe?” Sommer smiled, hurrying to pour a glass of water and hand it to her daughter. “You worked hard, sweetheart.”

She could tell by Celine’s expression that the results must be good. If they weren’t, her daughter would already be in tears.

Out of the corner of her eye, Celine noticed a figure slip into the house. She played along with Sommer’s question.

“I scored 500—tenth in the class! That’s better than before, right?” She flashed a mischievous grin, eyes sparkling with pride.

Sommer’s eyes went wide with disbelief.

Her daughter had never gotten a score this high. Elated, she threw her arms around Celine’s shoulders.

“Really? That good? Top ten in your class—how did I end up with such a brilliant daughter? I have to tell your dad. Tonight, we’re going out to celebrate.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than Sabrina walked in.

The laughter in the living room died abruptly.

Sabrina didn’t even glance their way, just made straight for the stairs.

Celine was nearly giddy with happiness.

Sabrina must be feeling awful right now.

She must be jealous—absolutely green with envy.

Sommer noticed Sabrina’s cold demeanor, the way she didn’t even bother to greet them. She called out from behind, “Sabrina, how did you do on your exams?”

Sabrina’s steps faltered.

A cold, mocking smile touched her lips.

Was Sommer really concerned about her grades?

Of course not.

She just wanted Sabrina’s failures to highlight Celine’s success.

Celine’s face brimmed with smugness, her eyes dancing with victory.

At last, she’d beaten Sabrina—if only this once.

When Sabrina stayed silent, Celine tugged on Sommer’s sleeve, her voice soft and sweet. “Mom, don’t ask her. Let her go upstairs and rest—she’s been studying so hard lately.”

She might as well have said outright that Sabrina worked herself to the bone and still managed to come in dead last.

Dead last in the entire school, for that matter.

Celine feigned embarrassment, fidgeting theatrically. “Sabrina… Oh, Mom, don’t pay attention. She’s just in a bad mood. Let’s drop the subject.”

The more she tried to dodge the question, the more determined Sommer became to know the truth.

“Did she say one-fifty or six-fifty? I didn’t catch it!”

Sommer wouldn’t let it go.

Celine sighed dramatically, resigning herself. “Sabrina got one-fifty. Lowest in the school.”

Hearing this, Sommer felt a surge of anger she could barely contain.

It wasn’t just the low score—it was coming in dead last that stung.

If Sabrina had been second-to-last, she might not have been so furious.

But as per Petersburg International School’s rules, the student with the lowest score in the entire school meant the parents had to be called in.

Which meant she, as the mother of the worst student, would have to show up at the school.

No way.

She couldn’t handle that kind of humiliation.