She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 293

“Octavia?!”

A panicked voice rang out from the hallway.

Hester’s heart skipped a beat. This was bad.

She turned around to see a maid standing in the doorway, her face pale with shock.

“Miss Octavia, are you all right?”

Standing just behind the maid were Desmond and Sabrina.

Hester felt as if she’d been struck by lightning.

Weren’t they supposed to have died in that plane crash?

How could they suddenly be standing here, safe and sound?

Something must have gone wrong.

Or had Hector lied to her?

No—impossible. Hector despised this wretched woman; he would never have spared her.

The three of them rushed over to Octavia, completely focused on her, oblivious to the look on Hester’s face.

The room was in chaos: offerings and incense scattered across the table and floor, shattered porcelain everywhere.

Octavia lay motionless on the ground. It was impossible to tell if she’d lost consciousness or simply fainted.

Desmond, always the devoted son, cried out and sprinted to her side.

Sabrina hurried after him, dropping to her knees beside Octavia.

“Get Dr. Lawrence! Call an ambulance!” Sabrina’s urgent voice jolted the maid from her stupor. She spun around and dashed off to find help, dialing her phone and calling for the other staff as she ran.

If anything happened to Octavia, the entire Sutton family would be thrown into chaos.

Hester hadn’t expected to see Desmond and Sabrina—supposedly dead—alive and well before her eyes.

A flash of bitterness and resentment flickered in her gaze before disappearing in an instant.

She quickly composed herself, her voice trembling as she choked out, “Dad, Sabrina, thank God you’re back! Grandma was acting so strange—she attacked me the moment I walked in, and when I tried to help her, she fell and hit the floor. I was just about to reach for her when you came in. Thank God you’re here... I don’t know what I would’ve done…”

Tears of distress streamed down her cheeks.

But no one had time to bother with Hester right now.

“Oh—right, I’ll check,” Hester stammered, her body trembling as she scrambled to her feet.

Sabrina shot a quick glance at the panicked Hester. On the right side of Hester’s face, a fresh scratch was clearly visible—the mark left when Octavia had struck her.

She hadn’t even felt the pain at the time, so she’d paid it no mind.

Desmond never suspected a thing. After all, Hester was Octavia’s beloved granddaughter. He just assumed she’d been frightened out of her wits by seeing her grandmother collapse.

How could he possibly guess that Hester was the one responsible for this?

Not even a minute later, Dr. Lawrence rushed in with the maid.

He quickly tended to Octavia’s injuries, doing what he could on the spot.

Ten minutes later, Octavia was rushed to the hospital.

Sabrina remained deeply suspicious of Hester, but with her grandmother in critical condition, she had no time to investigate.

The group followed the ambulance to the hospital.

Shortly after they arrived, Stella joined them there.