She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 11

“Sabrina, sorry, but this room belongs to me.” Celine stammered, her voice a little shaky.

Here in this house, she was the princess, the apple of her parents’ eye. She wanted Sabrina to understand exactly where she stood. Some things were simply out of reach.

Sabrina’s perfectly arched brows knit together ever so slightly, her eyes turning cold.

“Oh, so you’re saying I should pick a room on the third floor? Well, they’re all pretty spacious up there. I’m not picky. Fine, I’ll take one on the third floor.”

Celine’s heart lurched. Sabrina was twisting her words on purpose. She quickly waved her hands in protest. “No, that’s not what I meant, Sabrina. You misunderstood. Our parents’ room isn’t up for grabs. It’s theirs.”

Sabrina tilted her head, her pretty face revealing nothing at all.

“So which room do you want me to take, then? I’ve only got my eye on these two. The others don’t interest me.”

“Any room but these two. Take your pick of the others,” Celine said, her frustration barely concealed.

Sabrina acted like she hadn’t heard a word.

So, you want to flaunt how much Desmond and Sommer dote on you? Show off that your walk-in closet is bigger than my whole bedroom? You want to provoke me? Fine, I’ll just take what you’re most proud of, or ruin it for you.

What, can’t handle a taste of your own medicine? Ha.

“I’m not interested in any other room. If I can’t have one of these, I’ll just book a hotel,” Sabrina said coolly.

“That’s not what I meant! Sabrina, how can you be so unreasonable?” Celine shot back, deliberately raising her voice.

If Sabrina made a scene here, her parents’ opinion of her would only get worse. She wanted Sabrina out of her room? Not a chance. It wasn’t just her decision, her mother would never allow it either.

“I like larger rooms. These two are the biggest,” Sabrina replied flatly.

With Desmond standing there, Sommer couldn’t lose her temper, so she softened her tone, but her words were firm. “The other rooms are big too. Just take one of those.”

Sabrina didn’t rush her answer. She stared each of them in the eye and said, slow and clear, “You really are my biological parents, huh? You’d give your adopted daughter the best room in the house, but can’t spare even the smallest gesture for your own flesh and blood. If people heard about this, what would they think?

“A stranger got to live my life for over a decade, and you still bend over backward for her. Maybe I shouldn’t have come back at all.”

Sommer was left speechless.

Sabrina was right. Their daughter had finally come home. Shouldn’t they be making up for all those lost years, giving her the very best of everything?

Celine’s face twisted in frustration, her composure slipping away.