She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 207

Octavia clung tightly to Sabrina’s hand, unwilling to let go.

The girl was far too thin—her wrist wasn’t even as thick as Octavia’s own.

The Sutton family had never been blessed with many children. Desmond Sutton, the eldest son, had been married for years without a single child.

When a daughter finally arrived, Octavia treasured her beyond words. From the day Sabrina was born, Octavia visited her granddaughter every day, unable to get enough of her.

But fate can be cruel. When Sabrina was just three years old, she vanished without a trace. The shock and worry drove Octavia into a serious illness.

She investigated, harboring suspicions that someone had deliberately taken Sabrina from them.

But suspicion alone was useless; there was never any evidence.

Years went by, and there was still no sign of her granddaughter.

Octavia’s health steadily declined, and Desmond arranged for her to go to a wellness retreat in Crowncrest City.

The “retreat” was just a pretense—he simply didn’t want her staying in Port City, surrounded by memories that only brought her pain.

Sabrina was so little. Out there in the world, who knew what dangers she might have faced? Had she gone hungry? Had she been cold?

From then on, Octavia became a vegetarian and prayed devoutly, making annual trips to Verdant Peak to plead for her granddaughter’s safe return.

She prayed that God would hear her and bring Sabrina home.

At last, her prayers were answered.

Her granddaughter was back.

Octavia’s eyes, clouded with age, turned red and glistened with tears.

“It’s enough that you’ve come home. That’s all I ever wanted.”

She gently stroked Sabrina’s hair, her gaze fixed as if she could never look at her fill.

For the first time in a long while, Sabrina’s calm heart rippled with emotion.

In her previous life, her grandmother had adored her at first, even transferring her shares in the family business to Sabrina.

But later, after Celine’s scheming, her grandmother’s trust faded.

Not long after, Octavia fell ill again and went back to the retreat.

Sabrina had been desperate to explain, but everything she said sounded like an excuse.

Two months into her prison sentence, her grandmother passed away.

He’d been born when Octavia was nearly forty, and was now twenty-eight.

Back then, Octavia’s health had already been poor; Wallace had accompanied her to the retreat to care for her.

His temperament took after his mother—honest and principled.

Sabrina’s memories of him were few and far between.

One stood out: once, at school, she’d been pushed into a pond by one of Celine’s friends.

Celine, claiming dizziness, left early with the family driver.

Sabrina had no driver, no cash, and her phone was dead.

Dripping wet, she walked nearly three hours to get home.

The moment she stepped inside, she was greeted by a stinging slap from Sommer.

Sommer berated her for her behavior at school, accusing her of causing trouble.

She’d made Elena Foster cry, and dragged Celine into the mess, making her so anxious she’d fallen ill.

At the time, Sabrina hadn’t even understood what had really happened.