He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 389

In reality, it was a window of about a week at most.

If Helena didn't regain consciousness by then, she would be in mortal danger.

Prolonged comas led to organ failure and muscle atrophy.

Her body would completely break down.

"Is there really nothing we can do if she simply refuses to wake up?" Sebastian asked coldly.

"If she has something to live for, something tying her to this world, she'll wake up. That's why we have to ensure the baby survives." The doctor sighed.

It was a vicious, unbreakable cycle, and they were all entirely powerless against it.

"Understood," Sebastian nodded.

He didn't say another word.

Helena was moved back to the VIP Ward.

He didn't leave her side, staying planted firmly in the room.

A nurse slipped in to adjust her IV drip.

She didn't dare utter a single syllable before scurrying out as fast as she could.

The silence in the room was terrifying.

The only sound was the steady rhythm of their breathing.

Sebastian sat there, listening to it.

It felt as though that faint breath was the only proof she was still alive.

His gaze dropped to her hand resting on the sheets.

After a long time, he reached out and gently traced her skin.

It was cold, but beneath the surface, there was a faint trace of warmth.

He couldn't tell if the sensation brought him relief or dread.

He just sat there, staring at her.

Unblinking.

He remained perfectly still until his phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced down at the screen.

The caller ID read Janetta.

He stared at it for a long moment before finally standing up and walking out into the hallway.

He was in no rush to answer.

In the past, if he ignored her call, Janetta would redial relentlessly.

She would call until he finally answered.

Though, to be fair, he had never intentionally ignored her calls back then.

He had always picked up on the first ring.

Lately, things had changed.

Her slender arms reached out, wrapping securely around his waist.

"Seb, is the baby doing badly?" she asked softly.

She lowered her gaze, expertly concealing the malicious anticipation in her eyes.

She was absolutely certain that little bastard wasn't going to survive.

If she had it her way, she would have killed the infant outright herself.

But that would have been far too obvious.

So, she was biding her time, playing the long game.

Since she couldn't visit the NICU herself, she had to pry the information out of him indirectly.

Her question caused him to reach down and gently pull her arms away.

He looked at her with an eerie, placid calmness.

His sudden rejection made her nervous. "Seb, is something wrong?"

She piled on the fake anxiety.

"Will it affect your stocks?" she asked urgently.

Every word she spoke was perfectly crafted to sound like genuine concern for his well-being.

But he didn't say a word, he just kept staring at her.