She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 306

She deliberately left out the part about the DNA test between her and Sommer.

After all, Sabrina had told her to wait a bit longer—they still hadn't confirmed whether she was really Desmond’s child.

If she wasn't, they'd deal with her later.

If she was, then they'd find a way to protect Hester.

So, whether or not she was Sommer's biological daughter didn’t matter at this point.

But there was no denying it—Octavia’s words landed like a thunderclap.

Sommer never imagined Hester would do something like this. Her eyes were wide with disbelief—was this really the daughter she’d gone through so much to bring home?

Hester flat-out denied everything, refusing to admit a thing.

“That’s not true, Grandma! How can you slander me like this? Just because you like Sabrina, you can’t pin everything on me!”

She tried desperately to shift everyone’s attention onto Sabrina.

But her little scheme fell flat.

Octavia’s word carried real weight.

Sabrina strode up to Hester, raised her hand, and slapped her—hard, twice, with all her strength. Stars exploded in Hester’s vision.

“Even now, you’re still trying to blame this on me?”

Sommer’s heart ached as she watched her daughter get hit. She rushed forward, shielding Hester with her body.

She tried to defend Hester.

“You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want, Mom. You keep accusing Hester of trying to hurt us, but where’s your proof? Isn’t everyone here alive and well?”

Octavia tried to calm herself, her tone turning awkward.

“Didn’t I end up in the hospital because of her? She wanted to hurt the Sutton family, and the only reason she didn’t succeed is because she didn’t get the chance. My word is the evidence.”

The truth was, Desmond already believed Octavia.

Octavia would never accuse Hester out of nowhere.

After all, Hester was only adopted—there was never much affection to begin with, especially now that she’d shown her true colors.

There was no way the Sutton family could keep her.

Desmond spoke up, voice steady.

“What Hester’s done is unforgivable. We’re calling the police. Let them handle it.”

She really was a born actress.

The Academy owed her a Best Actress award.

Hester clung to her legs, still babbling desperate pleas.

Octavia shook her off in disgust, her faded eyes flashing with anger.

“Enough with the theatrics. I’m not buying it. You’re an ungrateful wretch. Do whatever you want with her—I can’t stand the sight of you. Don’t push me, or I might just kill you myself!”

Hester looked up at Octavia, her face full of wounded innocence.

“Grandma, do you really have to be so cruel?”

Seeing Octavia’s resolve, she turned and crawled over to Desmond, kneeling before him.

“Dad, I’ve barely even been your daughter a few days. Can you really hand me over to the police?”

Desmond was at a loss. What was she playing at?

She’d done all these terrible things, and now she was acting like they were the ones forcing her into a corner.

“So young, and already so vicious. The Sutton family has no place for a daughter like you.”