She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 166

Holidays and family gatherings always mean we’ll be seeing each other, right? You don’t want to make things difficult for us, do you?”

Sommer softened her tone, her voice turning gentle. She’d figured out Sabrina’s temperament—being too forceful never worked. The more you pushed, the more Sabrina resisted.

What Sommer didn’t realize was that, when it came to their family, nothing—soft or hard—worked on Sabrina.

She turned to Desmond. “Honey, why don’t you weigh in on this?”

Desmond was, after all, the head of the household. No matter what, Sommer believed that Sabrina would listen to her father.

Desmond remained silent for a moment, his brow furrowing.

“You hit Elena?” His gaze fixed on Sabrina, anger flashing in his eyes.

Sabrina glanced at Sommer, a cold smile tugging at her lips. So that’s where Celine got her fake sweetness, that holier-than-thou attitude—like mother, like daughter. No wonder they were so close.

They always dodged the real issue. Why not ask what had led her to strike Elena? Why not wonder what Elena had done to deserve it?

“Yes,” Sabrina replied coolly, neither denying nor explaining.

Desmond hadn’t expected her to admit it so calmly. He pressed further. “Why? What’s gotten into you?”

Before Sabrina could answer, Sommer jumped in, eager to smooth things over. “What else could it be? Just a silly argument. They’re classmates—no one’s holding a grudge overnight. You see each other every day, for heaven’s sake. This weekend, let’s all go out for dinner together and let bygones be bygones.”

As if it were that easy.

Desmond shot an irritated look at Sommer, displeased with her interruption, then turned back to Sabrina. “Explain yourself.”

“She deliberately spread rumors about me—slandered and defamed me,” Sabrina replied, her words crisp and direct.

Desmond visibly relaxed, as if relieved it was nothing more serious. “You’ll apologize to Elena tomorrow. Kids squabble, but there’s no need to make a scene. Otherwise, Dylan will think I failed as a father.”

“Aren’t you even curious what kind of rumors she was spreading about me?” Sabrina asked coldly.

“What could she possibly say? They’re just kids. She didn’t scream or hurt you, didn’t lay a finger on you. You’re standing here perfectly fine, aren’t you?” Desmond snapped, his patience thinning. Whatever the reason, this defiance was unacceptable.

He couldn’t stand her constant rebellion. He was the head of this family—did she even care? Her bull-headedness was infuriating; he regretted ever bringing her home.

Sabrina stared at both of them—her mother, her father. If it were Celine in her place, they’d be up in arms, tearing the other side to shreds to defend her.

But when it came to Sabrina, she was always the one expected to swallow her pride, to make peace.

No more.

This life, she’d live on her own terms.

Sabrina’s gaze locked onto Sommer as she spoke, her words slow and deliberate—words that made Sommer’s face flare with rage.