He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 379

The vicious threat acted like a magic spell.

Helena instantly froze.

Terrified to even flinch, she had no choice but to stare blankly back at him.

With her sudden stillness, the volatile tension in the room finally began to ebb away.

She was clearly far calmer than she had been moments ago.

Her bleeding quickly slowed to a halt.

This made the doctor's job of treating the ruptured incision significantly easier.

Helena remained completely mute; the ICU was so dead silent you could have heard a pin drop.

Sebastian knew she had finally submitted.

He looked over at the doctor.

The physician was rapidly cleaning and redressing the wound.

Thankfully, the hemorrhaging wasn't too extensive.

Once he finished, the doctor turned his attention to Helena.

"Mrs. Hayes, you need to hold on for just another two or three days. Once the incision fully fuses, you'll be able to walk around. Getting so emotionally worked up is just causing you to repeatedly take steps backward."

The doctor pleaded with her earnestly.

"Furthermore, you're still running a high fever. Keeping this inflammation active and letting the fever persist isn't doing your body any favors."

"If you stay in this condition, it will be impossible for you to go see the baby. Preemies are incredibly fragile and prone to infection. You don't want to cause her any more complications, do you?"

The doctor's words forced Helena into absolute silence.

Finishing his rounds, he stood up and quickly exited the ward.

The room was once again left to just Sebastian and Helena.

She stared blankly down at her hand, still tightly encased in his grip.

With a weak tug, she pulled her hand free.

The repulsion was still glaringly obvious.

Sebastian's eyes darkened, but he continued to stare at her with an eerie calm.

He chose not to call out her blatant rejection.

Both of them settled into a suffocating quiet.

She didn't speak, but the agony of her condition was visibly tearing her apart.

The relentless fever. The excruciating pain.

Because of it, her body's natural defense mechanism forced her into prolonged periods of unconsciousness.

But before a single word could escape.

Helena's voice drifted through the air again.

"Oh, right. You think I'm a murderer, don't you? But even a murderer has the right to see her own daughter."

She let out a miserable, self-deprecating laugh.

"Helena, I told you. The second you are out of this ICU, I will take you to see her."

Suppressing the chaos in his chest, Sebastian pronounced every single word with utter clarity.

In the past, he never would have had the patience to speak to her like this.

But right now, he was planted faithfully by her bedside.

Refusing to move an inch.

"Fine," she agreed, finally compromising.

But her hollow gaze remained fixed perfectly on his face. "Then will you let me go?"

Her previous hysteria had melted into sheer, desperate begging.

"Are you really in that much of a rush to get away from me?" he asked.

She stared at him, completely devoid of emotion, and answered with dead calm.