She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 201

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Sommer Lynn clutched her precious face, spinning around in pain.

At that moment, Celine Sutton came rushing down the stairs, breathless with worry. She caught sight of her mother’s swollen, reddened cheek. Then she saw Sabrina Sutton’s smug, triumphant expression.

What more did she need to understand?

Celine immediately stepped in front of Sommer, standing tall as her mother’s protector. She glared at Sabrina and shouted, “How could you do this? It’s bad enough you bully me, but now you go after Mom too? Aren’t you afraid of being struck by lightning for this?”

What a performance!

Her face, her emotion, her posture—Celine was the very image of a devoted daughter defending her mother from a villain. And judging by the looks from the maids—sympathy for Sommer, admiration for Celine—it was working perfectly. When their eyes landed on Sabrina, there was only outrage and helplessness.

“If anyone’s going to get struck down, it’ll be you before me,” Sabrina shot back coldly, glancing at her watch. It was almost time; she needed to get to the market.

As Sabrina turned to leave, Celine blocked her path, arms spread wide. “Apologize to Mom. Now.”

Sabrina shoved her aside with a sneer. “Who do you think you are?”

Caught off balance, Celine stumbled and nearly fell. Sommer lunged to steady her, and the two of them almost crashed to the floor.

Sommer was livid. “You dare hit Celine right in front of me? You’re heartless!” Her voice shook with rage. “Let me make this clear: as long as I draw breath, Celine is my daughter. This will always be her home. No one can change that—not now, not ever.”

Sommer jabbed an accusing finger at Sabrina, her fury boiling over. “How did I end up with such a spiteful daughter? We’ve given you everything. Celine gives way to you at every turn, and still you target her. Are you trying to drive her out of this family? Dream on! I’d sooner disown you than ever abandon Celine.”

She was trembling with anger, words tumbling out like a machine gun—scolding, cursing, barely pausing for breath. In her fury, Sommer lunged at Sabrina again, this time with a new strategy: no more objects, just her own hands, reaching straight for Sabrina’s hair.

Sabrina always wore her long hair in a high ponytail, and today Sommer was determined to teach her a lesson—she wasn’t about to let her own pain be for nothing. She wanted Sabrina to understand the consequences of defiance, to know exactly how it felt to be humiliated.