She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 36

She just couldn’t bring herself to like Sabrina.

That girl always wore a sour expression, as if the world owed her something. Sommer couldn’t remember ever seeing her smile.

At first, she tried to be understanding. Sabrina had just moved here from the countryside and clearly wasn’t adapting well, so Sommer bit her tongue and tried to be patient.

But lately, Sabrina’s attitude had only gotten worse.

The housemaids, sensing a storm brewing in the living room, quickly slipped away—everyone knew when the lady of the house lost her temper, it was best not to get caught in the crossfire.

Celine stepped in right on cue, slipping her arm through Sommer’s and speaking in the gentlest, most soothing tone.

“Mom, don’t get upset. It’s not worth making yourself ill over.”

She turned to Sabrina, her voice still soft as velvet.

“Sabrina, this really isn’t okay. Why would you upset Mom like this?”

Sabrina let her body relax and slumped onto the couch, leaning back as if she hadn’t a care in the world. She watched the mother-daughter scene before her, her lips twisting into a cold, mocking smile.

Sommer felt as if she’d punched a pillow—her anger landing nowhere, useless and infuriating.

How could Sabrina still have that smug look after being lectured? It made Sommer’s blood boil.

“What are you smirking at?” she snapped, pointing a trembling finger at Sabrina. What did she do in a past life to deserve such a rebellious daughter?

Celine kept trying to soothe Sommer. “Mom, please calm down. Sabrina didn’t mean it. Just sit down, okay?”

She turned to Sabrina, her tone shifting to gentle reproach. “Sabrina, how can you treat Mom like this? She’s your elder. You’re supposed to show her respect, not talk back so rudely.”

Sommer’s anger eased just a little at Celine’s gentle words. This—this was how a daughter should be: gentle, well-mannered, considerate.

Why, why did Sabrina have to be hers?

“It’s the middle of winter. I don’t need to shower every day,” Sabrina replied with a smirk. “My clothes are clean—if you don’t believe me, come take a whiff. Smells great.”

Celine was genuinely stunned. Was Sabrina really this shameless? She actually wanted them to smell her ratty clothes? God knows what germs were crawling on them.

Sommer, hearing Celine’s words, felt a rare moment of satisfaction—at least Celine understood propriety. That was how a Sutton heiress was supposed to behave.

But then Sabrina opened her mouth again, and Sommer nearly passed out from rage all over again. Surely, in another life, they must have been mortal enemies—nothing else could explain how much she disliked this girl.

“Sabrina, you know exactly what I meant,” Celine interjected, correcting her in a clipped voice. “It’s not about whether your clothes are clean. You should be wearing an elegant dress, like me.”

She scolded Sabrina, but inside, she was secretly delighted—look how furious Mom was! Serves her right.

Sabrina’s face took on an expression of mock realization. “Oh. Well, I’ve changed my mind. I’m not going anymore.”

Celine’s eyes widened in disbelief, just as a calm, steady voice cut through the tense room.