She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 165

Celine recounted what had happened at school, twisting every detail to make it sound even worse.

Right now, all she felt for Sabrina was pure, raging hatred.

A dark thought flashed through her mind—should she find someone to have Sabrina killed?

No. Death would be far too easy for her.

She wanted Sabrina to be ruined, humiliated by everyone, scorned and shamed, her life turned to filth. Only then would she start tormenting her, day after day, until Sabrina knew true suffering.

Celine’s jaw clenched so hard her teeth ached.

She had never been this humiliated in her life.

Her reputation was in shambles—whatever image she had built in everyone’s eyes had collapsed overnight.

Now, when people looked at her, there was no admiration, no affection, not even a hint of respect. Only mocking disdain and contempt.

Even Uliana’s attitude had changed; she no longer treated Celine with the same warmth as before.

Was she planning to abandon her too?

No way. Uliana had always listened to her, always made her the center of attention—how could she turn her back on her now?

All of this was Sabrina’s fault. That wretched girl.

She’d only been back for a few months, and already she’d taken everything from her.

Today, in front of so many people, Sabrina had ripped away the last shred of her dignity without a moment’s hesitation.

The more Celine thought about it, the angrier she became, hate burning hotter with every second.

She wanted nothing more than to grab a knife and cut Sabrina down herself.

“Elena only hurt Sabrina because she believed some stupid rumor—I've already apologized for her and admitted it was wrong. Elena’s my friend, how could I just stand back and do nothing? But Sabrina, she…”

Celine’s words dissolved into sobs. She couldn’t even finish her sentence before the tears came, streaming down her face like pearls slipping off a broken string.

She collapsed onto Sommer’s shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.

Sommer’s heart broke to see her daughter cry like this.

Ten minutes later.

He frowned.

Seeing her husband, Sommer immediately switched into her “injured wife” act.

“Darling, you’re just in time. There was a bit of a disagreement between Sabrina and Elena. Sabrina actually hit her. Right there in front of everyone at school yesterday—didn’t even hesitate. And now she wants Elena to apologize to her in front of the entire student body.”

She forced herself to swallow her anger and continued, “Elena’s a sweet girl—she just speaks before she thinks, but she means no harm. Besides, the Foster family and our Suttons are business partners. If Sabrina treats Elena like this, how will we ever face Dylan again?”

Sabrina arched an eyebrow.

Was Celine Sommer’s secret love child or something? She certainly seemed to hang on Sommer’s every word.

But then again, they didn’t look anything alike, except for the double eyelids—not exactly convincing evidence.

Maybe Sommer just genuinely disliked her.

Unbothered, Sabrina replied, “Celine told you all this?”

Sommer opened her mouth to say yes, then thought better of it, letting out a resigned sigh.

“This has caused such a scene. Do you really think you can keep it under wraps? Apologize to Elena, now. Otherwise, the next time our families meet, it’ll be a disaster.”