She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 212

Whenever Octavia returned home, the kitchen would bustle with activity, adjusting the menu to suit her tastes. The staff were already busy preparing extra dishes this morning.

Sabrina found the current state of the Sutton family almost entertaining.

One true-born daughter, two adopted girls.

Before Hester came back, the staff had always called Sabrina “Miss Sutton” and referred to Celine as “Miss Celine.” Now that Hester had returned—and she was even older than Sabrina—Sabrina wondered how the family would decide on the pecking order between the three of them.

Sabrina was just about to start her morning workout when, unexpectedly, she ran into Hester again.

She had to admit, Hester was strikingly beautiful—tall, with delicate features and a natural poise that put most women to shame. Every subtle change in her expression was enchanting; no man could possibly resist her.

As Sabrina watched her, she couldn’t help but think, No wonder she and Celine get along so well.

They really were alike. Both played the innocent angel and the charming socialite, making everyone around them feel at ease and happy.

With a face so pure, a voice so sweet—what man wouldn’t fall head over heels for a girl like that?

Last time around, Sabrina had been ruined by girls just like them. She almost laughed.

How naïve she’d been, thinking that if she just worked hard enough, she’d finally win everyone’s approval—her parents’ love most of all. But in the end…

Hester approached, carrying a bowl of warm porridge. She greeted Sabrina with a soft smile.

“Sabrina, you’re up so early! I was just about to check if Grandma was awake, and here you are.”

Sabrina met her gaze and played along. “I woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep. Does Grandma usually rise this early?”

Hester’s smile was gentle, almost too gentle. “Her sleep hasn’t been great lately, so she wakes up early most days.”

As they climbed the steps, Hester suddenly swayed unsteadily and lurched straight toward Sabrina.

But Sabrina had anticipated her move. Just as Hester was about to crash into her, Sabrina gracefully sidestepped, avoiding her entirely.

Hester lost her balance at once, pitching forward. The steaming hot porridge in her hands went flying.

A piercing scream echoed through the hallway.

“Ah!”

Scalding liquid splattered across Hester’s delicate, pale hand, sending a sharp, searing pain shooting up her arm. Instinctively, she clutched her injured hand to her chest and rushed to the nearest sink, desperate to cool the burn and ease the agony.

The commotion caught the attention of the nearby staff, who quickly gathered around in panic. Someone ran to call the family doctor, while others hurried off to inform Octavia…