She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 282

Only Octavia remained in the Sutton family now.

Hester’s plan was aimed at both her and Celine.

But she wouldn’t make her move until the two of them returned to the Sutton estate.

Still, Sabrina couldn’t shake the feeling that things weren’t that simple.

Judging from Hester’s usual methods, she wasn’t the patient or forgiving type.

It felt like Hester was playing a much bigger game.

And this game wasn’t just about her and Celine.

What was Hester really up to?

Did she plan to go after Celine?

But Celine had been in the hospital all this time—Hester never even had a window of opportunity.

A creeping unease settled over Sabrina, and her thoughts turned instinctively to her grandmother.

Then, almost immediately, she dismissed the idea.

Grandma was her last card to play—there was no way Hester would be reckless enough to destroy something so valuable.

Her mind was a tangled mess, so she forced herself to stop thinking about it.

At least their trip to Glenwood wouldn’t last long—just three days, there and back.

The next day passed quietly. Before heading out with Desmond to meet Kaden, Sabrina called her grandmother to check in.

Nothing happened on the third day, either.

Before leaving for the airport, Sabrina had a video call with her grandmother; everything was fine.

Sutton Manor.

Octavia sat cross-legged on her meditation cushion, prayer beads gliding through her fingers.

This was her daily ritual.

She bowed before Saint Mary’s altar, praying with unwavering sincerity.

Ever since Sabrina had been found and brought home, Octavia was more convinced than ever that the saints had heard her prayers.

In old age, there wasn’t much to occupy her time—prayer and meditation were her spiritual anchor.

The act of prayer brought her peace. She cherished these moments.

Today, Marina had fallen ill, and Octavia insisted she rest.

Marina was so sick she could barely stand, so she arranged for another maid to look after Octavia.

Taking her medicine, Marina retreated to her room to lie down for a while.

“Grandma.” Hester’s voice came from the doorway.

Octavia’s expression shifted from surprise to anger.

She had just been thinking Hester might be maturing, but now she was back to her old ways.

“It’s forbidden to gossip or speak out of turn before the saints,” she snapped. “Leave at once! Have you no manners? If you anger the saints, the consequences are more than you can bear.”

Octavia was furious—Hester’s words were far too reckless, even blasphemous, spoken right in front of the altar.

Octavia quickly pressed her palms together in apology.

But Hester ignored her scolding. She took three incense sticks from the table and lit them.

Leaning forward slightly, Hester scrutinized every corner of the room.

She sniffed the air.

“Grandma, don’t you smell something odd in here?”

Octavia was bewildered by her strange remark.

“Hester, stop this nonsense. The only scent here is the incense. I’ll be going to Verdant Peak soon to give thanks—you’ll come with me. Now please, leave, and we’ll talk after my meditation.”

Hester straightened up, disregarding her words, a sly arch to her eyebrow.

“If you trust the saints so much, then I’ll make a wish of my own.”

The open mockery in her tone sent a shiver through Octavia’s body.