He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 362

Their voices trembled with panic as they stared helplessly at Helena.

She didn't buy a single word of it.

"That day... was he already dead?"

"When he died, was he in distress? Did he suffer?"

Helena interrogated them, her emotional state spiraling out of control.

The sheer intensity of her devastation triggered a violent physical reaction.

Combined with her previous pregnancy complications, her body simply couldn't handle the stress.

Suddenly, her cerclage gave way.

A massive hemorrhage began instantly.

"Ms. Wallace!" the nurses gasped in horror.

"Hurry! Page the doctor! Call Mr. Hayes!" one of them shrieked.

Helena collapsed, her legs giving out beneath her.

As blood poured from her, the baby inside her womb began to thrash in distress.

Her water broke, rushing down her legs and mixing with the pooling crimson.

Her stomach visibly contracted, the outline of the struggling child becoming agonizingly clear.

Yet, her grip remained clamped like a vice around the nurse's arm.

"Tell me... is Wynn dead?" she wheezed, stubbornly clinging to the truth.

The nurse's face was drained of blood, terrified by the gruesome scene.

She wouldn't dare utter another word.

The on-call doctor sprinted down the hallway the moment the code was called.

They hurled Helena onto a gurney and raced her toward the emergency operating room.

Anyone with eyes could see the grim reality.

There was no way the baby was going to make it.

Helena wasn't going to get a lucky break this time.

The tension in the ward had reached a suffocating peak.

Meanwhile—

Sebastian found Janetta.

He spotted her standing alone in the corridor.

She remained completely still, her gaze fixed sharply on him.

The eerie calmness radiating from her sent a heavy wave of unease crashing over him.

Keeping his composure, he closed the distance between them.

The looming threat of permanent blindness was enough to drive her completely insane.

Under those circumstances, her vicious attack on Helena almost seemed like a natural trauma response.

Janetta stared at him in heavy silence.

Then, a tragic, hollow smile touched her lips.

"Sebastian... you actually care about her deeply, don't you? You've been married for seven years. It's impossible that you feel absolutely nothing."

"Beau was right when he told me that memories and history hold no real power. The only person who truly affects you is the one standing by your side every single day."

"When you got married and I stubbornly moved abroad, it severed whatever bond we used to have, didn't it?"

The victim narrative twisted into a direct interrogation.

"That's why you're a nervous wreck the second something happens to her."

"You act like you're punishing her, but your every move proves how much your heart aches for her. You've been protecting her this whole time."

"You know exactly what I'm like. You know my medical condition. Yet you deliberately dragged this out, telling me to wait because you couldn't bear to lay a finger on her, right?"

"I'm going blind! You can offer all the empty comfort you want and promise you're here for me, but what good is that? Once the darkness takes over, I'll be no different from any other helpless cripple."

"Do you expect me to spend the rest of my life locked in a pitch-black room? To be your fragile little pet bird?"

"While you get to hold her hand and play house with your perfect little daughter?"

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