He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 303

Even though none of the packages were brought directly to her, Helena could see the maids disposing of the gruesome items whenever she stood by the window.

The sight left her trembling with dread.

On top of that, the police visited the house at least four or five times a day.

They either demanded more statements or came to check on her confinement status.

They asked the exact same questions over and over, and she gave the exact same answers.

By now, she felt completely numb.

The only time she showed any emotion was when the officers pressured her to confess. Then, she denied it.

She denied it with absolute certainty.

But under this relentless, suffocating pressure, she didn't know how much longer she could hold on.

Seeing Sebastian walk through the door didn't bring her any relief.

It only made her tense up, an overwhelming wave of defensiveness washing over her.

She stared blankly at him, refusing to move from the bed.

When she spoke, her voice sounded hollow and robotic. "What else do you want from me, Sebastian? Do you want me to die?"

Her tone was terrifyingly calm, completely stripped of fear.

Sebastian let out a mocking scoff.

He closed the distance between them with slow, predatory steps.

She didn't try to back away.

The room was too small; there was nowhere to run.

Besides, as long as she was in Riverton, where could she possibly hide from him?

A profound sadness settled in her eyes, making her look eerily peaceful.

That peace shattered when he grabbed her wrist.

His grip was vicious, crushing her delicate bones.

She felt like her wrist was going to snap in two.

But she didn't beg for mercy.

She was far too used to the pain.

"You want to die?" he demanded, his face a mask of pure ice.

She didn't answer.

No one actually wanted to die.

She certainly didn't.

So there was no point in crying and throwing a fit for his amusement.

She had a baby on the way, and she had Wynn to protect. She couldn't afford to die.

He forced her to look him in the eye.

"I'll make sure you feel every ounce of the pain she felt. Let's see how long you can keep that mouth shut," he vowed ruthlessly.

His dark gaze slowly dragged down to rest on her stomach.

She hugged herself tighter, shielding her bump.

His grip on her jaw tightened punishingly. "Don't think this bastard inside you gives you any leverage. I told you, as long as the child breathes, that's enough for me. And we both know what condition this baby is in, don't we?"

She furrowed her brow, a fresh wave of terror crashing over her.

She had no idea what he was planning.

But looking into his eyes, she saw nothing but pure malice.

He didn't care about this baby at all.

To him, it was just a tool to secure his inheritance.

During her ultrasound last week, she had finally learned the devastating truth about her baby's health.

Before, the baby's position had made it hard for the doctors to get a clear look.

Now, she knew her child had a congenital heart defect.

It would require immediate, life-saving surgery the moment it was born.

Penniless and trapped, she had no way to pay for it. She was entirely at his mercy.