He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 388

Letting Helena take her.

It would fulfill her final wish.

It seemed entirely reasonable and humane.

But as long as Sebastian refused to give the word, no one dared to speak up.

"I said, we will discuss this when you've recovered," he finally stated after a long pause, emphasizing every word.

"Look at you. If I give her to you now, then what?" he demanded. "What could you possibly do? You can't even keep yourself alive. Are you planning on digging two graves?"

His words were cruel and unforgiving.

But deep down, he knew exactly why he was saying them.

He needed her to keep fighting.

Even though she had completely surrendered, and whatever was between them was violently severed.

Even in this horrific situation, for some inexplicable reason, he desperately wanted her to stay alive.

Was it out of guilt?

Helena stared blankly at him, recognizing it as a blatant refusal.

A bitter, hollow laugh escaped her lips.

Her gaze drifted back to the incubator a few feet away.

The baby had stopped crying.

She looked so frail, so utterly defenseless.

Helena's vision began to blur.

Lately, she couldn't even see the world around her clearly.

She took a shaky step back toward her daughter.

But this time, Sebastian blocked her path.

"You're bleeding again. Be a good girl and go back to your room with the nurse," he ordered darkly.

She tried to shove him aside, but she had no strength left.

They stood locked in a tense standoff.

"Sebastian, you'll have your stocks in just a few days. She'll be useless to you then. Why won't you just let her go?"

She repeated the question mechanically, like a broken record.

He didn't answer.

He had no desire to argue with her any further. He turned a chilling glare on the doctor.

"Treat her wounds. I forbid you from letting her die," he commanded.

It was a psychosomatic coma.

It wasn't induced by her injuries or the medical treatments.

It was as if she had simply given up on herself.

Outright refusing to wake up to this living nightmare.

"Mr. Hayes, your wife's condition is extremely critical. She has to regain consciousness," the doctor said, his brow furrowed deeply.

"If she doesn't, the consequences will be catastrophic. The only silver lining right now is that while she's comatose, she can't become agitated, meaning her wound won't tear open again. This gives the tissue time to stabilize, but she will absolutely need a psychiatric intervention moving forward."

The doctor laid out the risks. There were pros and cons.

Though the bad heavily outweighed the good.

"As long as you can avoid triggering her, keep her completely shielded from stress," the doctor advised tactfully.

Sebastian offered a curt grunt, choosing not to elaborate.

"How long does she have to wake up?" he demanded.

"It will take about three to five days for the wound to properly close. As long as she remains calm, she heals relatively fast, given her age."

"But once her physical state stabilizes, she absolutely must wake up."

The doctor didn't sugarcoat the truth.