She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 65

Desmond was out entertaining clients—he had work obligations, and for the moment, she could understand that.

But what about Sommer? Sommer was the pampered lady of the house, the type who spent her days lounging around in luxury.

When their daughter came down with a high fever that wouldn’t break, Sommer simply remarked that the girl's body must be teeming with viruses, that’s why she couldn’t recover. That night, Sommer rushed her to the hospital—not out of motherly concern, but because she was afraid that her daughter’s illness might infect Celine.

For those three days, she stayed by Celine’s side, shopping, having afternoon coffee, living as if nothing was wrong. Not once did she visit the hospital.

Back then, did she ever spare a thought for her other daughter lying in that hospital bed?

Sabrina couldn’t help but scoff inwardly: Hypocrite.

She lowered her gaze, burying every humiliating, painful, and heartbreaking memory—family wounds, betrayals by friends, even the sting of lost love—deep within herself.

When she looked up again to meet Sommer’s furious glare, her own eyes were icy cold.

“Ms. Lynn, you’re unbelievable. If Mr. Sutton isn’t sleeping well, maybe you should call a doctor instead of blaming me. If you actually want me to treat him, I’m afraid I’d only make things worse.

And as for Celine’s injury—she did that to herself.

What, do you expect me to stab myself in the forehead, too, just to match your precious daughter?”

The household staff had long since gotten used to the verbal sparring matches between Sommer and Sabrina. No one dared step in. They all hid in the kitchen, ears perked, waiting for the storm to pass.

Martha had been with the Sutton family for many years. She couldn’t stand to see the lady of the house so angry, but she also felt for Sabrina, who had never known a mother’s love. Torn between them, Martha could only stand quietly to the side—after all, siding with anyone meant trouble would fall on her.

Sommer had been seething for days. Every time she laid eyes on Sabrina, her temper flared for no reason at all. Hearing Sabrina’s calm retorts now only made her angrier.

“So young, and already so poisonous,” Sommer spat. “Sometimes I wish I’d just strangled you at birth. Look at you—have you ever treated me like your mother? Always speaking out of turn, always targeting your sister. Is that what you want, to see something bad happen to Celine?”

Strangled. Regretted giving birth.

But in the end…

The Sutton family brought her back, and once again she endured rejection, abandonment, betrayal, and pain. She almost wished she’d never returned.

In their eyes, Celine could do no wrong, and Sabrina could do nothing right. Wherever Celine was, Sabrina was always the outsider, the one who didn’t belong.

Sommer called her worthless, said she was nothing but a disgrace, untalented and unrefined—nothing like her precious Celine.

Celine was the golden child, the angel; Sabrina, the unwanted ugly duckling.

Celine had received the best education from childhood. How could Sabrina ever compare? Was that fair?

For a long time, Sabrina believed her mother’s harsh words were meant to motivate her. She thought if she just worked hard enough, she might finally be seen.

So she used her meager allowance to pay for dance lessons, struggling to catch up. She learned to paint, too. After three years of quiet effort, she finally mastered all the skills a daughter of a noble family was expected to have—music, art, etiquette, everything.