He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 1006

Skye fought back with everything she had, twisting and pulling frantically.

But a six-year-old was no match for a grown woman.

Her tiny wrist was securely trapped in an iron grip.

She was practically being dragged out of the restroom, her sneakers skidding helplessly across the tiles.

"No! Let me go! No!" she shrieked hysterically, thrashing wildly.

She kicked and screamed, pure terror fueling her resistance.

Her desperate cries echoed off the tiled walls, slicing through the air.

When Helena finally sprinted through the doors, that horrifying scene was the first thing she saw.

All the blood instantly drained from her face.

"Grace, what the hell are you doing?!" she roared, lunging forward with explosive speed.

Her voice was a thunderous snap of pure fury.

She violently wrenched the older woman's hand off the child, her expression contorted with murderous rage.

The interruption only fueled Grace's own indignation.

"What am I doing?! I'm taking my granddaughter home! She carries our blood, doesn't she? Leaving her with that rival family—who exactly are you trying to spite?!" she shrieked right back.

"Do you want me to air out all your dirty laundry right here?! Let's let the public decide who the real monster is!" she ranted, completely losing her mind.

A massive crowd of shoppers had already gathered by the entrance, phones out, eager for the drama.

When they recognized the famous heiress, gasps of shock rippled through the onlookers.

The paparazzi, practically smelling blood in the water, were already swarming the scene.

Helena's face turned completely ashen.

She never imagined this psychotic woman would ambush a six-year-old and dump the entire traumatic truth on her all at once.

She instantly dropped to her knees, pulling the trembling child into her arms.

Skye was gasping for air, her tiny chest heaving with a terrifying, erratic intensity she hadn't displayed in years.

Her small fingers dug viciously into Helena's arm.

"Lena... is it true? Am I your and Sebastian's baby?" she choked out, her voice barely audible over her panicked wheezing.

Every syllable seemed to require a monumental physical effort to push past her lips.

It wasn't just a question; it was a devastating interrogation.

Her eyes were bloodshot, completely brimming with furious, betrayed tears.

She looked at Helena with absolute, heart-wrenching resentment.

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