She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 13

During dinner, Sabrina casually handed a piece of paper to Sommer.

Sommer didn’t think much of it at first. Since her daughter had cleared out her room, it only made sense for Sabrina to want to add a few things to hers.

She glanced at the paper and nearly spit out her freshly brewed coffee.

The entire page was filled with a list of limited edition furniture brands from around the world. The vanity table alone was designed by one of the world’s top designers, something even Sommer herself hadn’t dared to splurge on.

She eyed her daughter, the one who’d just moved here from her rural upbringing, with growing suspicion.

“Sabrina, how do you even know about these brands?”

As Sommer asked, Celine, sitting beside her, peeked curiously at the paper.

She hadn’t expected much, but what she saw made her eyes widen in disbelief.

Those luxury sofas alone cost hundreds of thousands. Sure, the Sutton family was wealthy, but was this level of extravagance really necessary?

Sabrina caught their stunned expressions and remained unfazed. “I looked it up online. For a family like the Suttons in Port City, isn’t this kind of thing just standard? Is there a problem?”

Sommer forced a strained smile, swallowing her frustration.

If she refused, she’d be accused of being stingy, failing to meet even her daughter’s most basic needs.

But if she agreed…

Her heart ached just thinking about it.

In the end, she managed a stiff smile. “Alright, alright. I’ll have it arranged for you.”

From upstairs, Desmond caught sight of the three women chatting and, for once, allowed himself a small smile.

Once Desmond took his seat at the head of the table, the housekeeper began to serve dinner. Soon, the table was covered with an array of dishes.

“Celine, here’s your favorite Australian lobster and some caviar. I had the kitchen make them just for you,” Sommer announced.

She picked up a lobster tail, put on a pair of disposable gloves, and carefully shelled the meat before placing it in Celine’s bowl.

Celine’s frown melted away, replaced by a beaming smile. “Thank you, Mom.”

Even a blind person could see it: Celine was staking her claim, making it clear who truly belonged.

Prompted by Celine, Sommer finally picked up a piece of calamari—something Celine hated—and dropped it into Sabrina’s bowl.

“Sabrina, you should try this. I bet you’ve never had it before. It was flown in from abroad this morning. It’s delicious.”

Of course. How could a penniless country girl ever have tasted something so expensive, flown in from overseas?

Sabrina stared at the thin, curling tentacles in her bowl.

Was this supposed to be caring?

No. Celine wanted to show her that, even as the real daughter, it didn’t matter. Sommer only had eyes for Celine.

Sabrina was just an afterthought in the Sutton family, invisible and insignificant.

Look, her beloved mother only served food to Celine. All the dishes tonight were Celine’s favorites. Everyone in the house revolved around Celine, while Sabrina was just a charity case, only allowed to eat what others decided to give her.

Without a word, Sabrina picked up the piece of calamari from her bowl and tossed it into the trash.