He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 286

In an instant, Sebastian felt the sharp sting of his own karma.

His face darkened to a terrifying shade. "You—"

His hands clenched into white-knuckled fists at his sides.

Even in the face of his explosive anger, Helena didn't flinch. She simply sat there, watching him with an eerie calm.

She had absolutely no intention of continuing this conversation.

A suffocating tension filled the hospital room.

"I'm tired," Helena stated smoothly. "If you're done, you can leave. Janetta needs you, after all. If she throws a fit because you're away too long, I'm the one who'll have to deal with the headache."

Her voice was cold, distant, completely stripping away whatever dignity Sebastian felt he was owed.

With that, she broke eye contact and stared blankly ahead.

She fully expected him to storm out.

But he remained rooted to the spot.

Helena always thought she had mastered the art of indifference.

She had told herself so many times that she was numb, only for reality to deliver a brutal slap to the face.

The thought made a faint, self-deprecating laugh escape her lips.

She quickly buried the emotion, locking it away behind her blank facade.

To her absolute shock, Sebastian actually attempted to justify himself.

"Earlier... she fainted. That's why I..."

Before he could finish the sentence, Helena sliced right through it.

"I was dying, Sebastian," she said tonelessly. "Besides, one little fainting spell from Janetta shouldn't require you to evacuate the entire villa and take every single staff member with you."

Her tone was deceptively smooth.

Yet every single syllable was a heavy, damning accusation.

"So, whatever excuse you're trying to spin is completely meaningless to me. We both know exactly where we stand. And we both know your heart belongs solely to Janetta," Helena continued seamlessly. "What's the point of putting on this show for me? If you really need to prove your loyalty, you should go perform in front of her."

Unsurprisingly, Sebastian's expression twisted in rage.

"If you think playing nice will trick me into peacefully delivering this baby, don't bother," Helena scoffed. "You just said it yourself—the baby can survive if cut out right now. Whether she's healthy or not, you clearly don't give a damn."

Every word she spoke was engineered to strike a nerve.

Though, somewhere deep inside, her heart still gave a painful, suffocating throb.

Seven years was a lifetime to love someone.

She had loved him with every fiber of her being.

Being discarded so callously meant she could never truly act as if none of it mattered.

"Helena, you'd better not cause any more trouble for me, or I cannot guarantee Wynn's safety," Sebastian threatened, his voice dropping to a dangerous, straightforward growl.

Helena remained silent.

Whenever anything went wrong, she was always the one blamed.

But was she ever the one who actually started it?

No.

A bizarre, toxic silence stretched between them.

Suddenly, the harsh vibration of Sebastian's phone cut through the heavy air.

He glanced at the screen and answered immediately.