He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 327

Meanwhile—

At the sanatorium.

Wynn was only required to visit the facility for routine check-ups; he hadn't actually suffered any sudden accidents.

His condition fluctuated.

Because of the severe trauma he had suffered years ago, Wynn possessed the mental capacity of a twelve-year-old.

Occasionally, he would experience manic episodes that required sedation.

But he usually bounced back quickly.

Whenever he was lucid, he constantly asked about Helena.

He wanted to know every little detail about how she was doing.

The nurses tried to answer patiently, but over time, it became annoying.

They began avoiding his room whenever possible, keeping an eye on him through the security cameras instead.

Just like any other day, Wynn seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

The nurses didn't pay it much mind and went back to their paperwork.

About ten minutes later, a blood-curdling scream echoed down the hallway.

It was Wynn.

The nurses' faces drained of color.

One sprinted down the hall while the other whipped her head toward the monitors.

Wynn, who had been sleeping quietly moments ago, had completely lost his mind. He was in a state of sheer hysteria.

He was violently smashing his head against the wall.

Blood smeared across his forehead and pooled on the floor.

His screams were terrifying enough to make anyone's blood run cold.

By the time the nurse rushed into the room, his pre-existing heart condition and asthma flared up simultaneously due to the extreme panic.

They paged the doctors immediately.

The medical team rushed him straight into the emergency room.

Their faces were grim. Everyone knew exactly what this meant.

His condition was highly volatile.

If he had been kept calm and away from triggers, he could have lived a stable life.

But now that the episode had erupted, they were already out of time.

"Notify Mrs. Hayes immediately!" the lead doctor ordered sharply.

"Right away," the nurse replied, her hands trembling.

But Helena's phone went straight to voicemail.

The operating room descended into pure chaos.

Standing out in the hall, the nurse shakily dialed the Hayes residence.

The moment the line connected, she blurted out, "Please tell Mrs. Hayes that Wynn is in critical condition..."

Arthur was the one who had picked up.

His expression morphed into sheer horror.

He never imagined the situation would collapse this fast.

Just moments ago, when he called to reassure Helena, he was told Wynn's vitals were perfectly stable.

In the blink of an eye, the entire situation had violently derailed.

Arthur knew exactly what this meant for Helena.

But he wasn't allowed to tell her.

Sebastian had strictly forbidden it.

After the incident earlier, Sebastian had issued an absolute ban on anyone contacting the sanatorium to ask about Wynn.

He didn't spell it out, but everyone knew the real reason.

He wanted to completely isolate Helena from the outside world.

"What exactly is his status?" Arthur asked the nurse, forcing himself to sound calm.