He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 305

Her reaction caused Sebastian's gaze to darken.

For a murderer, she was acting awfully self-righteous.

But the undeniable proof on the video had erased whatever lingering doubts he had.

"Hah..." He glared at her with menacing intensity. "Since when did you become such a brilliant actress, Helena?"

Actress?

Wasn't Janetta the one who made a living pretending to be someone else?

But there was no point in arguing anymore.

She remained perfectly still.

It was the silence of a woman who had fully embraced her own destruction.

Her quiet resignation left him feeling completely powerless to break her.

He stared her down, delivering his final verdict.

"The Hayes Estate doesn't hand out free rides, especially not to murderers," he ordered coldly.

A suffocating wave of anxiety crashed over her.

He didn't hesitate to drop the hammer. "Janetta is being discharged today, and she'll be moving in here. You will serve her hand and foot. It's the least you can do to repay your debt!"

Without waiting for her reaction, he turned on his heel and walked out.

All the color drained from her face.

She knew this wasn't about serving; this was about breaking her down.

And she knew something else, too.

Janetta had no intention of letting her baby survive.

But the actress wouldn't get her own hands dirty.

She would use someone else to do the killing.

Her life was about to become a living hell.

But her back was against the wall, and there was no one left to save her.

The door to the cramped room slammed shut.

That chilling, claustrophobic dread settled over her once more.

It squeezed her lungs until she could barely breathe.

There was nothing she could do but wait.

Arthur bowed his head, bracing himself. "Madam Hayes, it was Mr. Hayes's strict instruction to keep her confined to the third-floor room."

That particular room was already damp and freezing.

It was no place for a pregnant woman.

While it was technically inside the house, it was essentially an isolated storage closet.

It wasn't even classified as a guest room.

But on Sebastian's orders, it had become her cell.

It held nothing but a bed and a cheap wardrobe.

She didn't even have a private bathroom; she had to use the communal one down the hall.

Her living conditions were worse than the staff's.

Even though the maids shared rooms, they at least had attached bathrooms.

"She doesn't deserve it. Throw her out into the backyard servant's quarters!" Grace snapped viciously. "From now on, she's responsible for all the cooking, cleaning, and laundry."

Arthur frowned. "But..."

"Do we have a problem?" Grace's voice dropped to a lethal, unquestionable pitch.