After tossing the phone aside, she stood up and quietly looked down at him.
Whether out of grief or pure exhaustion, tears finally began streaming down her face entirely against her will.
The blood from his arm was pooling onto the hardwood floor.
The heavy metallic scent hit the air, making her violently nauseous.
She clapped a hand over her mouth, desperately holding back a gag.
Sebastian finally snapped out of his daze.
Completely ignoring his torn stitches, he braced himself against the table with his left hand and shoved himself to his feet.
He took a slow, deliberate step toward her.
Her heart pounded erratically as she backed away on instinct.
"Get out. Get the hell out of my house!" she shrieked.
His gaze remained fixed on her, sharp as a blade.
Blood dripped steadily from his fingertips, his complexion draining to a sickly pallor.
Yet he didn't stop moving.
He advanced until her back hit the wall, caging her in once more.
"Get away from me! Get out!" she screamed, her throat tearing with the force of her devastation.
"Helena," he interrupted. His tone was chillingly calm.
She finally fell silent. Their eyes locked in a violent, invisible clash.
"Do you really feel so incredibly wronged by your time in this family?" he demanded.
She didn't answer.
"The Hayes family has never mistreated you. We've given you a life of absolute luxury. All you had to do was play the role of Mrs. Hayes and take care of Grandpa. You knew perfectly well from the beginning of this arrangement that you would never get my heart. So what exactly are you whining about?"
He pushed even further, merciless. "To me, you are nothing but a convenient tool. What else did you honestly expect? My love?"
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