She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 374

His gaze shifted left, settling on the face of the girl beside him.

Long dark lashes trembled faintly.

Then, with a polite nod toward her, he spoke. “Have a seat.”

His voice struck a balance—firm yet gentle, an authority softened with nuance.

Sabrina nodded in return, just slightly.

There was something complicated about the man’s presence, as if he embodied a blend of contrasting qualities. Yet, beneath it all, he possessed his own unique air of elegance—aloof and striking.

That was Sabrina’s very first impression of Nixon.

“Oh,” Frank replied obediently, grabbing Sabrina’s hand and pulling her down into the seat across from Nixon.

“I…” Sabrina began, about to explain she had things to do and ought to leave. They were brothers, after all—she’d feel out of place intruding on their reunion.

But before she could get the words out, Frank gave her arm a subtle twist.

Sabrina got the message immediately.

It was his warning: stay put.

So, it looked like she’d been dragged onto this pirate ship whether she liked it or not. She couldn’t help regretting parting ways with Stella so early; if she’d lingered just a few minutes longer, she wouldn’t be stuck playing along with Frank’s act.

Usually, Frank was a chatterbox. But now, he sat across from Nixon like a model student, silently stirring his coffee and not uttering a word.

The truth was, he was terrified of being alone with Nixon.

He remembered, when he was younger, Nixon treated him well. Back then, he hadn’t been scared of his big brother at all.

When had that changed?

He tried to pinpoint the moment. Maybe it was when he turned thirteen—the first time he saw Nixon lose his temper.

Back then, he was in middle school, right in the thick of adolescence, getting more rebellious by the day. He’d stay out all night, get into fights, party at bars with his friends. To him, it was just part of growing up—expressing himself, pushing boundaries.

His parents nagged constantly, but their lectures went in one ear and out the other.

Then, halfway through his first year, he got into a brawl and the school called for a parent.

But it didn’t stop there.

The next day, a new bodyguard showed up. Frank had no choice but to fight.

By the fifth day, he was knocked out cold.

When he finally woke up, he was in a hospital bed. For a moment, he was just relieved to be alive—maybe he was finally free.

He couldn’t wait to tell his parents what Nixon had done. It was practically attempted murder!

But when he saw his parents, all his righteous anger fizzled away.

His father was waiting outside the hospital room. He clapped Nixon on the shoulder, a hint of pride in his voice. “Nixon, you did the right thing. If this brat doesn’t learn the hard way, he’ll never understand. From now on, you’re in charge of his discipline. If he misbehaves, go ahead and rough him up—just don’t cripple him or put his life in danger…”

At that moment, his mother’s gentle, worried voice drifted in. “No, he’s still so young—how can he take a beating like that? Those men went way too far…”

Hearing his mother’s choked words, Frank felt a wave of emotion. Maybe, in this family, his mom was the only one who truly loved him.

But the feeling barely lasted three seconds before his mother added, “He’s sent me to the hospital three times from the stress—I can’t handle him anymore, either. Just tell the bodyguards to hit him anywhere but the face. It’ll be hard for him to find a wife later if they mess that up…”