She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 287

Seeing Octavia remain silent, Hester stepped closer, tapping her finger on the screen.

“Grandma, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten what your own son looks like! Wallace has a birthmark behind his left ear—see? Let me zoom in for you.”

She spoke while pinching and enlarging the image until the screen was filled with gore.

Octavia couldn’t bring herself to look at the bloody scene. The ear was covered in blood—far too cruel. She’d only managed a brief glance before she had to turn away, unable to bear a second look.

“I won’t look. Stop trying to scare me. I don’t believe you,” Octavia said, voice trembling.

Hester just laughed, a cold, hollow sound. “Wow, you really don’t care about your son, do you? Fine. This is your last chance. If you keep being stubborn, I’ll kill him—and you’ll never see your youngest son again.”

Without waiting for a reply, Hester dialed a number. “Video call.”

Twenty seconds later, a video arrived. Hester opened it, turning the volume all the way up.

Wallace’s voice emerged from the speakers.

Octavia’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the screen. The man in the video was unmistakably Wallace. His hands and feet had been bound behind him; one eye was a bloody, gaping wound, blood streaming down his face. The area around his left ear was a mess of crimson. His face was twisted in agony and despair, but no sound came—just silent convulsions wracking his entire body.

“Wallace!” Octavia cried out. The last sliver of doubt in her heart shattered.

“That’s your little brother—the one who cared for you most! How could you do this to him? Are you even human?” Her voice broke into sobs, tears streaming down her wrinkled cheeks. She wept openly, her grief and despair echoing through the room.

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