He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 385

Surprisingly, Sebastian didn't resist, simply watching her in silence.

"Sebastian, are you even human? She's your own daughter!"

Helena became hysterical. "If you resent me, if you hate me, take it out on me! You can kill me, you can torture me, but why won't you spare your own flesh and blood?"

Her furious roars slowly dissolved into pure sorrow.

Then, absolute despair.

"If she knew her own father was the one who abandoned her, how devastated would she be?"

Tears streamed down her face as she spoke.

Suddenly, she let go of him, stumbling backward.

Sebastian reached out out of pure reflex to catch her.

"Don't touch me!" She slapped his hand away.

Even if she was stumbling, even if she couldn't stand straight, even if she was suffocating from the pain, she refused to let him lay a single finger on her.

Their eyes locked in the tense air.

Suddenly, a heavy silence fell over them.

Until, right in front of everyone, her legs gave out and she collapsed before him.

"Sebastian, I'm begging you, please save her," she sobbed, completely shattered.

She clung desperately to his clothes, pleading for mercy.

"Please, save her. She's innocent. You have to at least give her a chance to live," she begged, emphasizing every painful word.

She had cried until there were no tears left.

Her eyes burned with a terrible, dry ache.

She didn't even care how pathetic she looked.

Her violent emotional outburst caused her wound to reopen.

Though not as horrifying as her initial hemorrhage, the fresh blood was already seeping through the fabric.

Her white hospital gown was stained crimson.

But she didn't care.

She just kept repeating the same desperate plea.

"Sebastian, I'm begging you, please save her. Please."

He stared down at her with dead, unreadable eyes.

He was completely unaffected by the heartbreaking scene unfolding at his feet.

He was ruthless, heartless, and terrifyingly calm.

Helena stared up at him, breathless.

But as she searched his eyes, the last embers of her hope were extinguished.

Until there was nothing left but a suffocating void of despair.

He spoke with surgical precision. "Whether she gets the surgery or not, it makes little difference to her now. The success rate is less than thirty percent. And since her condition just rapidly deteriorated, going under the knife now means the odds are practically zero. She won't wake up from that operating table. Putting her in there is just signing her death warrant."

His words were brutal and merciless, but given the circumstances, they were an undeniable medical fact.

Helena couldn't find a single counterargument.

She couldn't cry anymore.

Her voice trembled violently.

"Sebastian, at the very least, that surgery is her only shot at survival. If you do nothing, she's just waiting to die anyway, isn't she?" she fought back, clinging to reason.