He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 356

"What I meant was, what exactly did you two argue about that day that provoked you enough to drive a knife into her?" Sebastian clarified his question, his voice tight.

Helena froze, clearly not expecting him to corner her with this specific detail.

It was the exact same question the police had been hammering her with for weeks.

It was psychological torture.

A relentless interrogation designed to break her spirit until she confessed to a murder she didn't commit.

"I've already given the police the exact same answer a hundred times," she said, turning to look him dead in the eye.

Sebastian fought to keep his temper in check. "I want to hear it from you."

Helena just stared at him.

Then, a bitter laugh escaped her lips.

She nodded slowly. "Fine. I'll tell you."

She didn't flinch or look away for a single second.

"We didn't even argue that much. She insulted me, I insulted her back."

Her voice was utterly devoid of emotion as she recounted the horror.

She paused for a beat. "I have no idea where she got the knife. When she lunged at me, I reacted purely on instinct. I blocked her arm. Then she grabbed my hand and shoved the blade straight into her own stomach."

She delivered the story with mechanical numbness.

Perhaps because she had been forced to repeat it so many times.

Or perhaps for a much darker reason.

Even Sebastian, listening to her deadpan delivery, couldn't discern truth from lies.

But the story still sounded utterly absurd to him.

"Any other questions?" Helena asked, raising her chin to meet his gaze.

"If not, I'm going in for my checkup." She didn't wait for his permission and pushed past him.

But deep down, she couldn't deny it.

When he had first brought up the incident just moments ago...

A tiny, pathetic spark of hope had flared in her chest.

Now, she realized that hope was nothing more than a cruel joke.

If he had ever possessed even a shred of faith in her, she wouldn't be living this nightmare right now.

At that thought, Helena lowered her head and let out a self-deprecating laugh.

Sebastian frowned deeply.

He didn't pick up immediately.

He let it ring for a long time before finally swiping to answer.

He kept his eyes lowered, perfectly masking the storm of emotions brewing within him.

At that exact moment, in a VIP hospital room upstairs.

Janetta couldn't believe what she was hearing.

She stood completely frozen by the door.

The Nurses were chatting casually out in the hallway.

They had absolutely no idea she was awake and listening.

Lately, her temper had been so violently unpredictable that the staff avoided her room like the plague.

"Ms. Ramirez's eyes... if this keeps up, she's going to lose them completely."

"I know, I overheard The Doctor talking the other day when the door was cracked open. She doesn't have much time left. With all the stress she's been under, she's got maybe a month at best, and even that's not guaranteed."

"I always thought Mr. Hayes was madly in love with her, but now I'm starting to wonder."

"What do you mean? Whenever she needs him, he comes running."

The nurse dropped her voice to a dramatic whisper, leaning in close to her coworker.