She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 225

Hester winced in pain but didn’t dare cry out.

She knew her grandmother’s temperament all too well—unless she was absolutely certain she was in the right, she wouldn’t dare complain to her.

Sabrina looked at Celine and said, enunciating every word, “So the dog bites me, and I’m not allowed to hit back?”

“You—”

Celine glanced up and noticed a security camera in the corner. Whatever she’d been about to say died on her lips.

After all, it was Hester who had thrown the first punch; they had no ground to stand on.

Celine leaned in and whispered something to Hester, then took her by the hand and hurried away.

Sabrina watched the two sisters retreat, her gaze dark and thoughtful.

Once they were far enough away, the sisters walked in silence, the tension between them thick as fog.

Hester was seething with frustration, her face twisted in wounded indignation. “Do you think Grandma is completely biased? I’m the one she raised—how could she treat me like that? Sabrina’s barely been around, and now she’s giving her the company shares? Has she lost her mind?”

Celine looked around nervously, making sure no one was within earshot.

She let out a shaky breath, trying to calm her nerves. “Hester, don’t say things like that. If anyone overheard you, you’d be the one in the wrong. Don’t worry, Grandma loves you—she’s definitely set aside something special for you.”

But Hester only grew more resentful at the reassurance. “You don’t understand. The shares are the most valuable thing! And that hillbilly Sabrina, raised in the countryside—how dare she get a stake in Sutton Group?”

She’d spent her whole life trying to live up to the Sutton family name—music lessons, etiquette classes, top grades, excelling at everything.

All so she’d be worthy in her grandmother’s eyes.

All so that, one day, she could become a pillar of Sutton Group.

Her grandmother had built the company from scratch—surely Hester deserved a share.

Sabrina wore a simple summer dress. With her looks and poise, she could have worn anything and still turned heads.

Anyone who saw her—whether for the first time or the hundredth—couldn’t help but think, What a refined and graceful young lady.

Sabrina came downstairs and glanced at the gathering—thirty or forty people, maybe. She had no wish to be here, but she had to show her face.

Celine, as if she could read Sabrina’s mind, rushed up with a sweet, practiced smile.

“Sabrina, it’s my birthday today. Will you stay and celebrate with me?” Her voice was just loud enough for everyone to hear.

Sabrina swept her eyes over the elegantly decorated hall. Sommer had started preparations the day before—she really was the perfect mother.

Celine’s meaning was clear: So what if you’re the real Sutton heiress? Mom still hosts the birthday party for me.

You, on the other hand, the so-called true daughter—when your birthday came around, nobody even mentioned it.