She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 285

When Octavia saw the results of the paternity test, she stood frozen, utterly stunned.

“You’re Sommer’s daughter?”

It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. But Octavia couldn’t wrap her head around one detail—why had Sommer gone to such lengths to hide Hester’s parentage?

Unless… Hester wasn’t Desmond’s child.

That was the only explanation that made sense for Sommer’s secrecy all these years.

So, their meeting at Verdant Peak had been orchestrated from the very start. Sommer had planned everything. She had wanted her own child to return to the Sutton family, and when no natural opportunity presented itself, she’d simply created one—staging a “chance” encounter, then adopting Hester.

This way, Hester could legitimately become her daughter.

Such calculation. Such cunning.

No wonder, the moment Hester returned, Sommer’s eyes never left her. She’d tried everything to formally adopt Hester as her own.

Now it all made sense.

Octavia forced herself to think clearly. Her muddled gaze sharpened as realization dawned.

“The plane crash… Was that your doing?”

“Yes,” Hester replied, her tone light, almost playful. “I have some connections to the Watson family. As for what kind, I won’t tell you. What matters is, everything that happened in Glenwood was set up well in advance. They were never coming back.”

She swung her legs back and forth, completely at ease, as if discussing the weather.

“Ever since I took you in, I’ve treated you as my own granddaughter. I gave you the best food, the finest clothes, the best education. Before you turned eighteen, I gave you a hundred thousand dollars in pocket money—every month! Was that not enough?”

“Did I give you too little? Maybe the monthly allowance was only a hundred thousand, but every Christmas and birthday, I gave you gifts worth millions. And what about your uncle? He’d hand you hundreds of thousands at a time. On your eighteenth birthday, he gave you a million, and so did I! Plus expensive presents!”

“Isn’t that real money? The shares and the black card were meant to make up for what Sabrina suffered all those years outside.”

“And you, Hester—I was going to leave you my entire inheritance. But not anymore. Don’t even think about it. You won’t get a penny from me.”

Octavia used the last of her strength to get the words out, then collapsed to the floor again, completely spent.

Hester flicked her hair back with a nonchalant gesture, then jumped down from the altar table and strolled toward Octavia, her steps slow and deliberate.

“I’m not here today to negotiate. I’m here to tell you what’s going to happen. You’re going to transfer those shares to me. This isn’t a request—it’s an order. And you will do as I say.”