She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 286

Hester had no intention of bickering with Octavia over meaningless things.

She’d simply taken advantage of the family being out today to push Octavia, planning to snatch the shares for herself.

But first, Octavia had to stay alive—no use pushing her so hard she dropped dead before handing them over.

“Face it, Sabrina’s already gone. If you don’t give me what I want, are you planning to take it to your grave?”

“You—Hester, I’d rather die than let you have them,” Octavia spat back.

Clearly, Hester had expected this answer.

She let out a soft, amused laugh.

“If you die, how am I supposed to get the shares? You’d better take good care of yourself. Of course, if you don’t care whether your youngest son Wallace makes it home alive, you’re free to refuse.”

Octavia’s world revolved around three people.

Two were already dead, lost in the crash.

Only one remained—the last sliver of hope.

Hester knew this perfectly well, and wasn’t the least bit worried about being refused.

“Don’t you dare!” Octavia slammed her cane against the hardwood floor.

“That’s your uncle—your favorite uncle, the one who always spoiled you. How could you even think of hurting him?”

Hester just shrugged, admiring her freshly painted nails. “Well, you brought this on yourself by being so stubborn.”

Furious, Octavia lurched forward, raising her hand high and bringing it down across Hester’s face.

The slap echoed in the room.

Hester didn’t flinch or look angry. Instead, she smiled, cold and mocking.

“Let’s call that a payment for raising me. But, Grandma, if you insist on being disobedient, I’ll just have to punish you.”

Her smile twisted, becoming almost predatory.

Without another word, she pulled out her phone and dialed.

“Take Wallace’s left eye.”

Octavia didn’t believe she’d really do it, or even had the means.

After all, Wallace had video-called her from overseas that very morning—he was fine, safe, and sound.

She just couldn’t let it show.

Wallace’s phone still wouldn’t connect.

As a businessman, his phone should never be unreachable in the middle of the day. Something was terribly wrong.

Everything that had happened—Sabrina and her father’s plane crash, now Wallace going silent—it all seemed to be unfolding just as Hester had planned.

“Old witch, if you don’t believe me, let me prove it again.”

With that, Hester dialed another number.

“It’s me. Cut off his left ear this time—don’t get it wrong.”

Her voice was so casual, as if she were just ordering groceries.

A moment later came another message alert.

Hester opened the photo and held it out.

A freshly severed ear, still slick with blood, filled the frame.

Octavia’s face drained of color. Her chest tightened, breath shallow, lips pressed tightly shut. For once, she was utterly—wordlessly—defeated.