She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 14

Sabrina pulled a napkin from the holder and dabbed at her lips.

The three people at the table stared, caught off guard in the middle of their meal.

Was she really that disgusted?

It felt downright rude.

Desmond’s brow creased in disapproval at her lack of manners.

Sommer just looked baffled.

Why toss food straight into the trash?

This was their first meal together as a family. The table was loaded with dishes.Wasn’t that enough for Sabrina? Even if she didn’t like the food, did she have to make a scene about it?

Celine, meanwhile, was quietly triumphant. She’d done it on purpose, of course—asked her mother to serve Sabrina some calamari. Country girls never saw anything with so many legs; she must be terrified, couldn’t possibly eat it! The more Sabrina lost her temper, the better Celine looked in comparison—polite, obedient, the perfect daughter. After all, their father couldn’t stand anyone being uncivil at the dinner table.

Let her throw a tantrum. The crazier she acted, the more everyone would resent her.

“What’s your problem?” Sommer finally snapped, her voice sharp with annoyance at Sabrina’s self-centered display.

“Sabrina, even if you don’t like what I gave you, did you really have to toss it in the trash right in front of your father?” she pressed, her tone growing colder.

“It’s not safe,” Sabrina replied flatly.

Celine nearly laughed out loud. She was starting to admire just how brazen Sabrina could be—so raw, so blunt. She’d barely even prodded her, and Sabrina had already lost her composure, proving how rough around the edges she truly was. Celine kept her face carefully arranged in a look of wide-eyed innocence, pushing her fork around her bowl as if she were heartbroken on her mother’s behalf.

Desmond set his knife and fork down with a sharp clatter. His expression was thunderous.

“Sabrina, is this what you call good manners? How could you treat your mother like that?”

The air in the dining room went icy. Desmond rarely raised his voice; when he did, it meant things were serious. The house staff shrank back, too nervous to even glance his way.

Across the room, the staff exchanged glances, their eyes brimming with sympathy and concern.

Celine could hardly believe her ears. Was Sabrina actually admitting to such a filthy past? In high society, anyone with that kind of baggage would be mocked and shunned. Wasn’t she ashamed? Did she even care about her reputation?

What an idiot. She must be insane.

Sommer’s eyes reddened at the story.

“Oh, sweetheart… you’ve suffered so much,” she whispered.

Sabrina’s heart twisted with cold amusement. There was a time she’d longed for a mother’s comfort, even just a kind word. But she’d never received any—not in her last life, and she certainly didn’t need it now. Too little, too late. The word “mother” meant nothing to her now; it was almost comical.

Pushing back her chair, Sabrina rose and turned away, leaving them only the sight of her cool and solitary figure.

Pretending for their sake was exhausting.