He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 120

A nurse intercepted her before she could touch the handle. "I'm sorry, you can't go in. The patient isn't stable enough for visitors."

Helena didn't argue. She stood at the crack of the door, her heart aching with a profound, helpless sorrow as she watched him.

Seeing her visible distress, the nurse offered a sympathetic look but held firm.

"Thank you," Helena murmured politely.

She turned and immediately sought out Wynn's attending physician.

She bombarded him with questions, but his medical assessment perfectly mirrored the grim picture Sebastian had painted.

She frowned, her anxiety mounting. "When can I actually see him in person?"

"Only when his condition stabilizes," the doctor replied, giving her the standard clinical brush-off.

"And when exactly will that be?" she pressed.

"We cannot provide a definitive timeline at this stage," the doctor stated formally.

She nodded, realizing it was pointless to push.

She knew the bitter truth. The doctors didn't dictate when she could see Wynn. Sebastian did.

But seeing with her own eyes that he was still alive lifted a massive, crushing weight off her chest.

Now, she just had to wait. She had to hold on until Lance could finalize the visa arrangements.

She clung to the belief that she would successfully get Wynn out of Riverton.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated in her pocket. It was Sophia.

Helena instantly remembered their lunch plans. Sophia was probably waiting at the restaurant, worried sick.

She answered the call immediately.

"Lena, where are you? Is everything okay?" Sophia's voice was tight with panic.

"I'm fine. I just had to stop by the hospital. I'm on my way to you now," she promised, trying to soothe her friend's nerves.

"What are you doing at a hospital?" Sophia's anxiety spiked.

"I came to see Wynn." There was no point in lying to her.

A stunned silence hung on the line. "Sebastian actually let you?"

She kept all these terrifying thoughts from Sophia, refusing to drag her friend deeper into her nightmare.

As she stepped out of the automatic doors into the courtyard, a man in a crisp military uniform stepped into her path.

Helena halted, bewildered. "Who are you?"

"My name is Silas Irwin. I am the military secretary to Chief of Staff Everett. The Chief requests a few minutes of your time," Silas stated formally but politely.

The name instantly clicked.

Alistair Everett. The Chief of General Staff. Lance's grandfather.

She didn't hesitate. "Alright. Please lead the way."

"Right this way, ma'am," Silas said respectfully.

Seeing the exchange, Sebastian's bodyguards instantly closed in. "Mrs. Hayes, is there a problem here?"

"I'll be fine. Wait for me here. If your boss asks, tell him exactly where I went. I am having a meeting with Chief of Staff Everett," she ordered with absolute authority.

The bodyguards weren't stupid. They knew exactly who the Everett family was and the sheer power they wielded. Intimidated, they immediately backed down.