She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 248

“Here, take this—go buy yourself some new clothes.”

Sabrina glanced at the sleek black card her grandmother held out. Octavia was actually giving it to her.

The Sutton family owned only two of these exclusive cards: one with her grandmother, the other with Desmond.

But Sabrina hardly needed it. She already had over a billion in her accounts, and her company was earning more every day.

“Grandma, I have more than enough. Please, you keep it.” Sabrina nudged the card gently back.

This was a no-limit card—the kind Celine and Hester would have given anything to get their hands on. Yet her grandmother was offering it to her as if it were nothing.

Something tight inside her seemed to loosen, just a little.

“Sabrina, this card has no spending limit. I’m just an old woman; what do I need with it? It’s better off with you. Buy whatever you want—don’t be shy with me.” Octavia thought perhaps Sabrina didn’t realize what she was being offered, so she hurried to explain.

Toward this granddaughter, Octavia felt nothing but love—and a deep sense of guilt. After all those hard years Sabrina spent on her own, she had come away with nothing.

Octavia had seen it herself: in Desmond and Sommer’s eyes, Sabrina hardly existed. Their world revolved around Celine and Hester.

Blood ties—did they really mean so little?

If they wouldn’t take care of Sabrina, then she would.

Such a good girl. Octavia wouldn’t let her suffer anymore.

“Mom, you say you’re not playing favorites, but look at you—Sabrina says she doesn’t want it, and you’re still trying to force it on her.”

Wallace strolled in, just in time to witness the back-and-forth over the card.

“If she won’t take it, you can always give it to me,” he teased.

Octavia waved him off at once. “Get out of here! Grown man like you, trying to steal from the kids. Have you no shame?”

Wallace made himself comfortable at the table, eyeing the plates of food that hadn’t yet been cleared.

He helped himself to a clean set of silverware from the sideboard and started eating without a hint of self-consciousness.

Wallace set down his fork and pulled a small, elegant box from his jacket pocket, handing it to Sabrina.

“A little welcome gift,” he said. “Sorry it’s late—ever since you got back, I’ve been running around like crazy. Open it, see if you like it.”

Sabrina blinked in surprise. She hadn’t expected her uncle to have a gift for her.

“Thank you, Uncle,” she said, accepting the box but not opening it right away.

Her grandmother, however, couldn’t wait. “Go on, open it! Let’s see what he got you.”

At her urging, Sabrina lifted the lid.

Inside was a stunning diamond necklace, designed by a famous European jeweler.

It was beautiful—and far too expensive.

Sabrina hesitated, then gently pushed the necklace back toward Wallace. She hardly knew her uncle that well; a gift like this felt like too much.