She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 200

Martha saw the furious look on Mrs. Sommer’s face and didn’t dare to ask any questions. She hurried upstairs to call Sabrina down.

Knock, knock, knock!

“Sabrina, Mrs. Sommer wants to see you downstairs.”

Sabrina had already heard the commotion from below. Clearly, Sommer was ready to settle scores with her.

“Alright,” Sabrina replied flatly.

When she came downstairs, she saw Sommer sitting rigidly on the sofa, two suitcases beside her.

One of the suitcases lay wide open.

A whole suitcase just for Celine’s gifts—what a shining example of motherly love.

Sabrina couldn’t help but sneer inwardly.

She hadn’t even had time to change clothes; Sommer was in such a rush to accuse her.

Without a word, Sabrina sat down across from her mother and pulled out her phone.

Sommer was shaking with anger, and it took her several deep breaths to finally push down the wave of fury threatening to spill over.

“What did you do to your sister at school?”

Sommer didn’t bother with pretense; she went straight to the point, unwilling to play word games with Sabrina.

“Don’t you already know? Why bother asking me?” Sabrina didn’t even look up, lounging on the sofa and scrolling through her phone.

Sommer was so infuriated by her daughter’s indifference she could barely see straight.

“Is that any way to speak to me? I’m your mother, not your enemy. Look at you—do you treat me like your mother at all?”

Sabrina gave a short, incredulous laugh, glancing up from her phone.

“Do you treat me like your daughter? You expect me to worship at your feet? If you want blind devotion, there’s a chapel up on Verdant Peak; maybe you’d be happier there.”

Sommer was so stunned she couldn’t find her words. Sabrina didn’t show her the slightest respect as a parent.

“I’ll teach you a lesson today, you ungrateful brat! All you do is bully your sister. If only you were half as sweet as Celine, maybe I wouldn’t be so angry all the time!”

“Aaah!”

“Ow, ow—!”

The ear-piercing screams didn’t come from Sabrina, but from Sommer herself.

Just as she’d swung the rod, Sabrina caught it with her right hand and shoved it back. Sommer staggered, lost her balance, and the end of the rod smacked straight into her own face.

It missed her eye by a hair’s breadth.

Now, her right cheek was burning with pain.

The housekeeper heard the commotion and rushed into the living room.

Martha’s voice trembled with shock.

“Ma’am, your face—your face is swelling up!”