He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 317

"Why are you so obsessed with playing the victim, Helena?" Sebastian crouched down, his voice dripping with condescension.

"You spend every waking hour messing around with those stupid little crafts, and now you suddenly don't know how to take apart a bed? You seemed perfectly capable when you were building those garden fences outside the main estate," he mocked, showing zero mercy.

Those were two entirely different things.

But she didn't even have the energy to explain herself.

She just looked at him with hollow, detached eyes.

She knew he was never going to give her a break.

So she didn't care anymore.

She lowered her head and went back to struggling with the heavy drill on the bed frame.

Even though she clearly didn't have the strength for it.

Even though her hands were screaming in agony.

She refused to beg. She refused to yield.

Suddenly, the screeching noise of the drill died.

Startled, Helena looked up.

Sebastian had violently kicked the power cord straight out of the wall socket.

"With this pathetic speed, are you planning on starving Janetta tonight?" he barked.

"This is as fast as I can go," she replied evenly.

His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. "Cut the crap and stop putting on a show for me. Don't forget what you are—a murderer. You killed her baby. Being a slave in this house is exactly what you deserve."

"I didn't do it." Even now, broken and bleeding, she held onto her pride, refusing to confess to a lie.

His face turned absolutely lethal.

The tension in the room spiked, explosive and terrifying.

Standing out in the hallway, the butler broke into a cold sweat.

He tried frantically to signal Helena with his eyes, silently begging her not to poke the bear.

She ignored him, her expression completely flat.

Losing his patience, Sebastian grabbed her by the arm and hauled her to her feet.

She stumbled upright, immediately wrapping her bloody hands protectively over her stomach.

His dark voice hissed right next to her ear. "Clean yourself up. Stop looking like a goddamn ghost. It ruins my appetite."

The butler simply couldn't stand to watch this anymore.

He had spent a lot of time around her in this house over the years.

He knew exactly what kind of person Helena Wallace was.

He didn't believe for a second that she was capable of murder.

But the "evidence" was there, and it wasn't his place to speak up.

He was just the hired help, after all.

As soon as Helena left for the kitchen, the butler ushered the maintenance crew upstairs to handle the wreckage in the master bedroom.

The massive bed frame was swiftly taken apart.

The shredded remains of her keepsakes and photos were swept into heavy-duty trash bags and dumped in the servant's storage shed in the backyard.

To be thrown in the incinerator later.

The maids immediately mopped the floors and wiped down the surfaces.

Within an hour, the master bedroom was spotlessly clean and gleaming.