He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 365

When the infant was wheeled out in a frantic rush.

Sebastian caught a fleeting glimpse of her.

She was impossibly tiny.

So small that she could easily fit in the palm of a single hand.

The medical blankets swaddling her were soaked through with dark blood.

The doctors and nurses sprinted down the hall, racing furiously toward the NICU.

Sebastian stood anchored to the floor.

He had fully expected his body to follow them.

After all, that fragile little life held the key to his multibillion-dollar empire.

But surprisingly, his feet remained firmly planted.

Because Helena was still bleeding on the table inside.

"Spare absolutely no expense. Use whatever medical resources necessary to keep her alive," he commanded the hovering assistant.

He was referring to the baby.

The staff gave curt nods of acknowledgment.

He violently scribbled his signature on the emergency consent forms before the incubator vanished through the double doors.

Worried that things might spiral, Beau hurried after the pediatric team.

The estate lawyer closely trailed behind him to oversee the asset requirements.

That left Sebastian entirely alone outside the OR, silently waiting for the woman he had pushed to the brink.

Hours bled into an excruciating eternity before the surgical light finally flicked off.

The lead surgeon stepped out into the hall.

Sebastian's eyes darted past the man's shoulder, but the gurney was absent.

"Mr. Hayes, your wife is in critical condition and is being moved to the ICU. The hemorrhage was catastrophic. We barely managed to save her uterus. But worst of all, she has zero will to live. She has completely given up," the doctor reported grimly.

His tone carried a heavy warning. "For a trauma patient, a defeated mental state is a death sentence."

Sebastian knew that better than anyone.

He also knew exactly why she had surrendered to the abyss.

He balled his hands into tight fists deep inside his pockets.

Every muscle in his body coiled with a lethal, suffocating tension.

"She needs to stay in the ICU for at least three days. If she hemorrhages again or suffers extreme emotional distress, we'll lose her. She needs absolute stability—physically and mentally," the doctor explained efficiently.

Helena was essentially made of shattered glass right now.

The slightest breeze of bad news would shatter her completely and send her straight to the morgue.

No one was reckless enough to take that gamble.

"I'm going in to see her," Sebastian stated.

The physician blinked, momentarily confused about which patient the billionaire meant.

"My wife," he clarified sharply.

The doctor was visibly surprised.

But he recovered quickly, motioning for Sebastian to follow him down the stark white corridor toward the ICU.

After scrubbing in and donning sterile protective gear, Sebastian stepped into the isolated unit.

Helena lay frighteningly still, trapped in a deep coma.

"When will she regain consciousness?" he demanded softly.

"That entirely depends on her own psychological drive to wake up," the doctor replied.

A dark crease formed between Sebastian's brows.

He locked his gaze on the life-support monitors, tracking the fragile but steady beep of her heart rate.