She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 37

“What on earth are you arguing about?”

Desmond descended the stairs just in time to catch her words, his tone sharp as he demanded an answer.

Seeing Desmond arrive, Celine immediately found her courage. She rushed to explain what had just happened.

When Desmond heard the story, his brow furrowed deeply.

She was, after all, the Sutton family’s own daughter—yet she was dressed so shabbily. If word got out, people might think he, Desmond Sutton, was neglecting his child.

“Sabrina, throw out all those clothes you brought from the country. Every last one of them,” Desmond snapped, his voice laced with anger.

Sabrina arched an eyebrow. This family was utterly ridiculous.

Whether overtly or behind her back, they all seemed embarrassed by her clothes, worried she’d damage their precious reputation.

She let out a mocking laugh. “You people are unbelievable. It’s easy for you to stand there and criticize, isn’t it? If I throw out everything I have, what am I supposed to wear?”

Sabrina’s sarcasm was clear, but Desmond didn’t quite follow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Her gaze landed on Celine.

“You deck out your adopted daughter in designer labels every day, yet since I—the real Sutton daughter—came home, not one of you has bothered to buy me a single outfit. I’m underage. My guardians are supposed to take care of me. You notice I’m poorly dressed, but Celine flaunts her clothes in front of me every chance she gets. If you’re too busy, just give me some money and I’ll buy my own clothes—”

Sabrina hadn’t even finished when Celine’s eyes filled with tears, her head shaking in wounded protest.

“Dad, I didn’t—”

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