He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 367

Sebastian remained perfectly still, absorbing the lawyer's grim breakdown of the inheritance trap.

A few feet away, the lead neonatologist hovered, awaiting his executive order on the infant's life.

"We hold off on the surgery for the ten days," Sebastian commanded, his voice restored to its usual glacial authority. "I need my wife to see that her daughter is alive."

The doctor wasn't entirely surprised by the calculated cruelty, yet it strangely made psychological sense.

After a seven-year marriage, the two knew how to perfectly dismantle each other.

If the baby perished now, the catastrophic shock would flatline Helena completely.

And her death would trigger an uncontrollable avalanche of legal and corporate nightmares.

Keeping the child breathing purely as a prop for the mother's sanity was a twisted but pragmatic strategy.

Plus, a ten-day window safely secured the multibillion-dollar transfer.

Yet, from a medical standpoint, it was bordering on barbaric.

While the surgery carried a brutal mortality rate, it was the infant's singular shot at seeing her first birthday.

Stalling the procedure purely for legal paperwork basically guaranteed her a tiny coffin.

Suppressing a bitter sigh, the doctor shook his head.

Driven by his oath, he felt obligated to spell out the grim reality to the billionaire.

"Mr. Hayes, the surgical odds are terrifyingly low, but it remains the only viable path to save her life," the doctor warned firmly.

Sebastian stared at the incubator, his jaw ticking, but offered no verbal response.

The estate lawyer remained smartly zipped.

Everyone in the room was acutely aware that the baby's fragile heartbeat was tied to a staggering corporate empire.

If the newborn bled out on the operating table tomorrow, it would drag out the inheritance battle for years.

Leaving her untouched in the incubator guaranteed at least ten days of life—just enough time to cash the check.

The physician's heavy warning echoed violently inside Sebastian's skull.

His fists clenched inside his tailored pockets, knuckles turning bone-white.

A rogue, irrational urge suddenly spiked in his chest.

He wanted to burn the grandfather's will to ashes and scream at them to just save his daughter.

But cold, hard reality swiftly extinguished the fire.

The power dynamics of the Hayes family were infinitely more treacherous than any outsider could fathom.

If he failed to consolidate the absolute controlling shares immediately...

The rest of the bloodline—a pack of rabid, money-hungry wolves—were already circling his throne.

The lawyer knew it was a logistical nightmare, but he wasn't about to argue with the devil. "Understood. I'll make it happen."

With the grim orders issued, Sebastian stalked out of the wing and navigated back toward Janetta's private suite.

Pausing outside her door, he allowed himself a moment to armor up before turning the handle.

Inside, the room was eerily silent.

It was impossible for anyone to decode the dark labyrinth of his thoughts right now.

Taking a sharp breath, he pushed the heavy door open.

Janetta was sitting up in bed, wide awake.

The hysterical, venomous woman from the hallway had vanished, replaced by a picture of serene composure.

As he stepped into the light, she leveled a tranquil, almost innocent gaze at him.

He didn't offer a greeting, just stood by the door, watching her perform.

Ever the actress, she took the initiative to break the heavy silence.

"Is Helena doing alright? I was so worried her emotions would trigger something terrible. And the baby... is her baby okay?" she asked, her voice dripping with counterfeit concern.

She delivered the lines flawlessly, as if she hadn't been the architect of the entire bloodbath.

Playing the role of the tragic, helpless bystander to absolute perfection.