He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 273

Janetta was falling apart.

And Sebastian's restraint had finally snapped.

He abruptly pushed back from his desk and strode out of the study.

Just as he stepped into the hallway, Arthur came rushing toward him.

The storm outside was so fierce that even with an umbrella, the butler's clothes were completely drenched.

"Mr. Hayes, the rain is too heavy! Ms. Ramirez says she wants to come inside and rest. She said she can't hold on much longer," Arthur reported, panic bleeding into his tone.

Arthur knew Janetta was an excellent actress.

But you couldn't fake genuine physical collapse.

Her face was ghastly pale, and she looked like she could drop at any second.

The butler had even noticed what looked like blood on her dress.

Because of the pouring rain, it was hard to tell if it was actually blood or just mud, but the sight had terrified him.

Just as Arthur finished speaking, Sebastian's phone vibrated again.

It was another call from Janetta.

This time, Sebastian's resolve crumbled. He answered it.

Looking through the glass doors, he could see her absolutely desperate expression.

"Sebastian, let me come inside and rest, please? I feel so sick, and the baby does too..." Janetta sobbed.

The rain was so loud it drowned out her cries.

Sebastian didn't respond immediately.

His eyes were fixed on the window.

Suddenly, Janetta collapsed, crumpling lifelessly onto the floor of the gazebo.

Panic seized him. "Jana!" he shouted, horror lacing his voice.

Before the word even finished echoing, Sebastian bolted out the door.

Arthur didn't dare hesitate and immediately rushed after him.

In an instant, the entire villa erupted into chaos.

Just as Sebastian sprinted out the front doors, a sleek black Bentley slammed on its brakes in the driveway.

The piercing screech of tires cut through the storm.

Sebastian watched as Beau Sterling's tall figure leaped out into the torrential rain.

The bleeding between her legs was getting noticeably worse.

She forced herself to stand.

But with her strength completely drained, she stumbled and crashed hard into the furniture.

"No..." Helena gasped.

Instinctively, her arms wrapped around her stomach to shield it.

Unable to hold her weight, she crumpled back onto the floor.

This time, she didn't even have the energy to sit up.

Clutching her phone, she could only crawl.

The pristine white rug was smeared with trailing stains of crimson blood.

It was a horrifying sight.

"Help me..." her weak voice echoed.

But the brightly lit villa was completely empty.

Even Wynn had gone to the sanatorium for a check-up.