He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 110

Right. His hands were tied. What a beautifully crafted excuse. In reality, she desperately wanted to know how he would have answered if Janetta had asked that exact same question. A bitter, mocking laugh escaped her lips. The answer would undoubtedly be love. A deep, unconditional love. The only reason his hands had ever been "tied" when it came to Janetta was because Grandpa had demanded a bride with a perfectly matching astrological chart to ward off bad luck. Sebastian's heart had only ever belonged to Janetta. That brutal reality completely suffocated any remaining spark of hope. "Any other questions?" he asked, his dark gaze pressing heavily on her. His calm exterior perfectly masked the rapid drain of his patience. As far as he was concerned, he was only humoring her to keep his unborn heir safe. But if she pushed her luck and started acting entitled, he would brutally shut it down. She bit her lip and shook her head. His expression instantly softened. "I still want to go see Wynn. I won't be able to relax until I actually lay eyes on him," she pushed, circling right back to her original demand. This time, his brows slammed together, his voice dropping into a harsh, guttural register. He shot her a lethal look of warning. "Be smart, Helena. Do not keep pressing me on this. I told you, I will take you to see him the exact second I deem it appropriate." By the time he finished speaking, his patience was completely gone. Every word was a razor-sharp threat. After seven years of marriage, she wasn't stupid enough to miss the danger signs. Terrified that he would take out his explosive anger on Wynn, she instantly backed down. "Okay." Her immediate submission finally cooled his temper. He hadn't forgotten that his ultimate prize was the baby she was carrying. So, rewarded by her obedience, he was willing to throw her a bone. Taking the lead, he finally shed some light on Wynn's condition. "Are you secretly resenting me for keeping you away? Do you think I'm playing games? Using Wynn as a bargaining chip to chain you down?" The question was incredibly blunt. She offered zero confirmation or denial. He didn't care either way, continuing his explanation with a slow, methodical rhythm. "Early in our marriage, when you brought up Wynn, I ignored you because I truly didn't have any leads. It was much later that I finally tracked him down. I discovered that when he initially disappeared, he suffered severe head trauma. He survived the initial hit, but the prognosis was grim. He ended up trafficked into Southeast Asia, bought and sold in the underground black markets. Scavenging to survive all these years severely accelerated his physical decline." Every single word struck her heart with pure terror. She had never once imagined that her brother had been living in such absolute agony. "So, by the time I finally extracted him, he was on death's door. He had been completely destroyed physically, and his mental state had entirely shattered. His bodily organs are failing. Right now, seeing a familiar face will only trigger a psychotic episode. You showing up won't comfort him; it will just send his heart rate into a lethal spike."

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"That is exactly why I'm making you wait for the doctor's explicit clearance. Are you satisfied now?" Sebastian articulated every syllable with absolute clarity. Even though his tone was abrasive, he had at least given her a realistic picture of Wynn's horrific condition. Her heart was bleeding for her brother, but she completely dropped her demands to see him. "Okay. I understand," she nodded, totally defeated. "Helena, your only job right now is to take care of yourself, and my son," he whispered smoothly, resuming his intoxicatingly gentle coaxing. But beneath that velvet tone hid a sickeningly brutal promise. He leaned in, his lips brushing directly against her ear. "As long as you behave, I guarantee Wynn will stay alive."