He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 320

It was pure, unadulterated indifference. She was treating him like he didn't even exist.

And that realization made his blood boil with a toxic, consuming rage.

But outwardly, he kept his composure.

The simmering fury only made his strikingly handsome face look terrifyingly grim.

The atmosphere at the dinner table wasn't terrible, but it certainly wasn't pleasant either.

For the most part, Janetta and Grace kept up a lively, affectionate chatter.

Sebastian remained dead silent.

About forty minutes later, Helena emerged from the kitchen with a brand-new spread of dishes.

The maids quickly cleared the rejected food from the table.

She set the fresh plates down.

"Are you blind? Serve it directly to Janetta!" Grace barked coldly.

She paused for a fraction of a second, then slid the dishes right in front of Janetta.

She still hadn't spoken a single word, acting as if her vocal cords had been severed.

"Thank you," Janetta offered a sickeningly sweet, fake smile. "I know you killed my baby, Helena, but business is business."

She paused, her eyes glinting with a deliberate, vicious mockery.

She looked up, meeting Helena's dead eyes with an arrogant smirk.

"You didn't decide to get revenge and poison my food, did you?" Janetta asked in a slow, patronizing drawl.

"She wouldn't dare!" Grace snapped, her temper flaring instantly.

Regardless of their pathetic little theatrical performance, Helena completely ignored them.

Sebastian's gaze locked onto her. "Are you mute, Helena? Did you forget how to say 'you're welcome'?"

His eyes were pitch black, and he clearly had no intention of letting her walk away.

It was a blatant warning.

If she didn't play along, he was going to make sure she suffered the consequences.

She looked back at him, her expression unsettlingly serene.

In fact, her gaze was filled with a cold, untouchable pride.

The sight of it made his jaw clench.

"In the eyes of the Hayes family, I am nothing but a murderer. A despicable wretch lower than a dog. Since that's the case, shouldn't I play the part? Why on earth would I need to say 'you're welcome' to Ms. Ramirez?" she retorted, her voice steady and completely devoid of fear.

It was a spectacular display of defiance.

And a direct challenge to his absolute authority.

"You—" Sebastian's face contorted in absolute fury.

His jaw ticked dangerously as he pointed a rigid finger at her.

He was clenching his fist so hard the veins on the back of his hand bulged against the skin.

Janetta stared back at her, a flash of pure, unhinged malice crossing her beautiful features.

Janetta reached out, her fingers brushing against the edges of the bowl.

Assuming she had a grip, Helena released it.

But the exact millisecond her fingers left the porcelain, Janetta snatched her own hands back.

The bowl plummeted.

Boiling, scalding hot soup splashed directly onto Helena's skin.

Right onto her pregnant stomach.

Even through the fabric of her shirt, the agonizing burn made her scream in sheer terror.

But her absolute first instinct was to violently twist away and cradle her stomach, shielding the baby.

She could literally feel her skin blistering under her clothes.

The pain was so blinding she broke out in a freezing sweat.

But she felt the baby shift, safe and secure inside her.

She let out a ragged gasp of relief.

Yet the sheer cruelty of it all finally broke her. Tears pooled in her eyes, burning as they spilled over.

She couldn't hold it back anymore.

Massive, heavy tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto her scalded skin.