She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 211

Sabrina didn’t dwell on Hester.

She knew the truth would surface in time, no matter what questions she had.

Octavia reached for Sabrina’s hand, her fingers trembling with guilt as she thought of the years this girl had spent alone—hungry, cold, fending for herself in a world that had offered her nothing. Octavia couldn’t bear it; she wanted to give Sabrina everything good, anything to make up for the past.

She had sent people to find out where Sabrina had been living. But even then, she could hardly imagine how a child had survived all those years on her own.

“Sabrina’s far too thin. She’s suffered enough out there. You both need to make it up to her,” she said, looking directly at Desmond and his wife.

“If it weren’t for Sabrina’s friend today, I might not have made it home safely. Everything she lost in these years—she deserves to have it all given back,” Octavia declared, her voice gentle but absolute.

No one dared disregard Octavia. Desmond nodded quickly. “Of course, Mother. I promise, I’ll do my best for her.”

Sommer stayed silent, lost in her own thoughts.

The others—each wore their own complicated expressions.

Octavia patted Sabrina’s hand. “If you ever need anything, darling, just come to me. I’ll take care of it.”

Sabrina nodded. “Thank you, Grandma…”

She felt the gentle touch as Octavia stroked her hair, her face radiating warmth and love.

Watching this, Hester felt a sour ache twist inside her. But her expression was flawless—a perfect, gentle smile that would convince anyone she was the ideal big sister.

Celine felt the same bitterness. How could that little brat win Grandma’s affection so easily?

Sommer, meanwhile, was still fuming over the coffee Sabrina had spilled on her earlier that morning. Seeing Octavia shower Sabrina with so much tenderness only made the resentment burn hotter.

Just then, Octavia finally noticed Celine standing beside Sommer. She beckoned her over.

Celine glanced at Sommer, who offered a reassuring nod, before obediently stepping forward.

Octavia placed the hands of her three granddaughters together. “From now on, you three must cherish each other. Sisters should stick together.”

Sabrina stared at the three interlaced hands, a storm of hatred brewing beneath her calm exterior.

One of them called her “sister” in the sweetest voice.

Another acted the perfect older sibling.

It almost made her dizzy—this picture-perfect scene so eerily similar to memories buried deep inside.

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