Yet, despite her tragic words, Janetta displayed no emotional volatility.
She remained unnervingly calm.
After a long pause, Sebastian finally replied, "Let me think about it."
"Alright," Janetta agreed immediately, without missing a beat.
Sebastian's gaze settled heavily onto her, conveying a very simple, direct message.
"But while I'm thinking, I expect there to be absolutely no issues. Understand?" he asked her.
The question hung in the air, heavily laced with a quiet warning.
But it was a warning Sebastian masked impeccably well.
Janetta stared back at him quietly, sharp enough to catch the underlying threat.
Things were shifting between them.
She maintained her serene expression, not a single muscle twitching.
"So, you believe whatever happens to Helena is my doing?" she asked evenly.
But with every word, she was deliberately reminding him of the reality.
"It isn't. She was the one who murdered our baby. I took pity on her because she was pregnant, and I knew how crucial her child was to you, so I let her live this long. But now that she's given birth, I refuse to hold back anymore."
Her tone rose and fell with a practiced rhythm.
Anyone listening would inherently believe she was entirely faultless, acting solely out of justifiable grief.
"That's not what I meant," Sebastian explained quietly.
Janetta simply watched him, a faint smile gracing her lips.
"Sebastian, honestly, you owe me a marriage, don't you?" she asked point-blank.
He had no answer to that.
They had been together for a very long time.
Back then, Sebastian truly did intend to marry her and bring her home.
But a series of unforeseen events had wedged a growing divide between them.
Perhaps it was out of his control; perhaps it was just fate.
Then Helena unexpectedly entered his life.
Combined with his Grandpa's overwhelming fondness for the girl.
It threw everything completely off course.
Sebastian had gone from initial hostility to eventual acceptance.
But she still hadn't received the concrete promise she demanded.
She chose not to remind him again.
"Get some rest. I'll come back and keep you company later," he deflected, changing the subject entirely.
She gave a soft hum of agreement.
Stepping forward, she wrapped her arms tightly around his lean waist from behind.
Pressing her cheek against his back, she held him in total silence.
Sebastian didn't push her away, but he didn't embrace her either.
"Sebastian, I really love you so much," she murmured, taking a deep breath before finally speaking.
"Yeah," he replied faintly.
But in the face of her confession, he offered no true response of his own.
Gently prying her arms away, he calmly walked out of the room.
Janetta didn't chase after him.
She stood silently, lowering her eyes and burying her dark intentions deep beneath the surface.
The moment he was gone, her phone vibrated.

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