She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 260

If Octavia found out someone had treated her granddaughter like this, she’d definitely step in for Sabrina.

The thought of it made Stella practically itch to see the culprit punished.

But before she could daydream any further, Sabrina cut her off.

“They will.”

Even if she didn’t speak up herself, someone else would eventually bring everything to light.

A dogfight is always more entertaining with a bigger audience.

Stella raised an eyebrow, amused.

Huh, just like me—definitely not someone who takes things lying down.

“Alright. If you need anything, just say the word.”

Sabrina flashed a sly grin. “Actually, I do have something in mind.”

Stella assumed a heroic pose, ready to go to battle for her friend—no matter what it was.

Fights were her favorite.

The more, the merrier.

One-on-one was boring.

“Perfect! Count me in!” Stella declared, pressing her fist to her palm in mock salute.

Sabrina burst out laughing at Stella’s bravado.

“No need to throw any punches. I need you to look after my grandmother—make sure she’s alright.”

Her grandmother’s health was fragile; she couldn’t handle any more shocks.

But after today, there was no avoiding it.

Sooner or later, she’d have to learn the truth about what kind of person she’d raised.

Better to see it clearly now—and let go.

Stella looked a little disappointed—no brawl?—but quickly bounced back. She patted Sabrina’s shoulder. “Alright, I won’t keep you from getting changed. I’ll go find Octavia—the real show’s probably about to start. I want a front-row seat!”

Sabrina nodded. “Go ahead, the main act is still to come.”

At that moment, the spotlights swept toward the entrance as two young women began their walk down the red carpet.

Both were strikingly beautiful, drawing every eye in the room as they made their way forward.

Hester led the way, born with an almost hypnotic allure.

She wore an opulent mermaid gown that hugged her curves, its shimmering white fabric catching the light like angel wings—elegant without being revealing.

The dress showcased her figure perfectly, and the crowd gasped in awe: the Sutton daughters were each more stunning than the last.

Hester was far more beautiful than Celine had ever been.

She basked in the admiration, walking up to the stage with poise and confidence.

Following behind was Sabrina, a familiar face to many.

She wore a custom white gown, simple yet elegant, with a delicate bow at the waist accentuating the flowing skirt.

Her hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, long lashes fluttering above expressive, water-bright eyes. A petite nose and dewy pink lips completed her delicate features.

There was nothing ostentatious about her look, but somehow, on her, it was anything but ordinary.