He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 343

Getting rid of him meant silencing him permanently.

Janetta's gentle and vulnerable act was exclusively reserved for Sebastian.

To anyone else, she was nothing but utterly ruthless.

"Also, what exactly is Wynn's current condition?" Janetta continued to ask, her expression freezing over.

"He's just barely hanging on. The second they pull the machines, he's gone," the assistant admitted, not daring to hide the truth.

"Honestly, they might not even need to pull the plug; he won't last much longer anyway. When our guy went in, he completely broke him. By the time the doctors and nurses noticed, Wynn had already stopped breathing for quite a while. His brain damage is extensive. Resuscitation is pointless at this stage. It was Mr. Hayes's order to keep him on life support, probably just to placate Helena."

The assistant recounted the entire sequence of events.

Janetta stayed silent, simply absorbing the information.

She hadn't expected Helena to be so damn hard to kill.

But she also knew that Sebastian's questions earlier meant he was already suspicious.

Someone as calculated as Janetta naturally wouldn't make any rash moves right now.

She knew Sebastian far too well.

If she pushed her luck.

She would easily expose her own lies and dig her own grave.

So, naturally, Janetta didn't dare make any unreasonable demands.

She sat quietly in her hospital bed, her expression unreadable.

The assistant had already left, following Janetta's orders to silently eliminate the man who had driven Wynn to the brink of death.

After all, dead men tell no tales.

Janetta's assistant certainly wouldn't get her own hands dirty.

There were layers upon layers of middlemen, making it nearly impossible for anyone to peel back the onion and trace it back to the source.

Even when the operative died, it would look like a textbook suicide to the outside world.

There wouldn't be a single trace of foul play.

And by the time Carter followed the security footage to track the man down and rushed to the scene...

He was already too late.

He only saw a corpse.

The police were already processing the scene.

Sebastian's expression remained perfectly neutral as he drove toward the villa.

When he pulled up to the property, he noticed the living room lights were still on.

He parked the car but didn't rush inside, just sitting there in the quiet darkness, watching.

In the seven years he had been married to Helena, unless he was out of Riverton on a business trip...

He had never spent a single night away from home.

At first, he convinced himself it was because he didn't want his grandpa to get the wrong idea.

Later, he told himself he was just addicted to Helena's body.

It wasn't until right this moment that he suddenly realized the truth.

It was because Helena was there.

He stared intently at the living room, rolling down the car window.

He rested his forearm against the window frame, a cigarette pinched between his index and middle fingers.

He sat there, exhaling clouds of smoke into the night air.

For a long time, Sebastian couldn't untangle the knot of emotions tightening in his chest.