He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 298

But all of Helena's communication lines were completely dead.

She had vanished without a trace.

Panicked, the two friends had no way to reach her.

They easily deduced that Sebastian had her locked away.

But without proof, and completely blind to what had actually transpired at the hospital, their hands were tied.

They were entirely powerless to stage a rescue.

However, desperate to soften the digital lynching,

Lance paid an army of public relations specialists to bury the worst of the hate.

It was a drop in the ocean.

Against the sheer venom of Janetta's cult-like following, their efforts were useless.

But the most damning factor was the evidence.

Tons of highly curated content began flooding the forums.

All perfectly positioning the narrative.

That Helena was a cold-blooded killer.

Even shaky cell phone footage of the bloody aftermath was leaked.

It was flawlessly orchestrated.

And the Hayes family PR machine did absolutely nothing to intervene.

It was a stark contrast to Sebastian parading her around just days prior, playing the devoted husband.

Their silence was a tacit endorsement of her execution.

Riverton was engulfed in the scandal of the decade.

Meanwhile, outside the OR.

Sebastian, Beau, and Grace stood in heavy silence, waiting for the surgery to finish.

Janetta was on the table for hours.

Halfway through, a nurse emerged. "Mr. Hayes, the fetus was lost. Would you like to see him?"

"Yes," he answered grimly.

Grace practically shoved past him to follow.

In a sterile side room, they were shown the tiny remains.

It was a boy.

The dagger had pierced straight through his underdeveloped heart.

Even though he had been cleaned, the sight was profoundly disturbing.

His eyes were shut tight.

He was impossibly small.

Because he was premature, the delicate, purplish veins were still visible beneath translucent skin.

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