She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 289

Just then, the sky outside darkened abruptly.

A sudden gust of wind howled through the house, rattling everything in its path.

On the altar, the incense was burning fiercely. The crimson flames leapt wildly as the wind whipped through the room, sending the fragrant smoke swirling and filling every corner.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The doors rattled violently, slamming against their frames with every blast of wind.

Hester had been about to say a few more cruel words to provoke Octavia, but when she noticed the sudden change in weather, she frowned and closed her mouth. She wasn’t scared—she just knew the wind was too strong, drowning out her voice. The old woman’s hearing was already failing, and with this storm raging, Hester’s threats would be little more than whispers.

Just moments ago, the sky had been clear and blue. But that’s summer for you—storms can roll in without warning.

Octavia, however, saw things differently. The shift in the weather gave her a flicker of hope. She was sure it was a sign from Saint Benedict. Hester’s cruelty had finally angered him, and this was his warning. Hester wouldn’t get away with it—she’d die a wretched death.

With trembling hands, Octavia leaned on her cane, her frail body swaying unsteadily. She shot Hester a venomous glare and forced the words out, her voice shaking with rage and despair.

“You’ll die a horrible death. Even if I die today, I’ll haunt you every night—I’ll never let you rest!”

Hester covered her mouth and let out a soft, mocking laugh.

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