He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 394

She was so incredibly tiny.

So small it was terrifying.

But Sebastian couldn't put a name to the storm of emotions brewing inside him.

The fragile little being in front of him was undeniably his own flesh and blood.

Initially, he had felt absolutely nothing for the child.

But after all this time, it was impossible to remain completely indifferent.

He remembered Helena's desperate, sorrow-filled eyes, and the tenacious, heartbreaking cries of this little survivor.

He lowered his gaze, masking the intense conflict swirling in his eyes.

Then, he looked at The Doctor with absolute coldness.

"If we operate now, what's the success rate?" he asked sharply.

"It's highly uncertain," The Doctor shook his head. "But if we don't operate, she has zero chance. Sometimes this kind of stability is just a final surge before the end, so surgery right now is our only real window."

The Doctor paused, deciding to give it to him straight.

"The worst-case scenario is that she doesn't make it off the table," he finished, waiting for the verdict.

The ultimate decision lay entirely in Sebastian's hands.

The medical team were merely the executors.

He was the man holding all the cards.

"Prep for surgery. Do it as quickly as possible," he ordered without missing a beat.

"Understood," The Doctor replied.

There was no need for further discussion.

The Doctor hurried back into the unit to initiate a full-board consultation.

No one dared to take this high-risk procedure lightly.

Sebastian didn't speak; he just stood frozen in place, watching.

When the tiny infant fluttered awake, her impossibly small limbs twitched, looking devastatingly weak.

But he felt the impact of that movement in his very core.

For the first time in his life, the profound realization hit him: he was a father.

This was his daughter.

He stood there for a long time, until a nurse, noticing his lingering gaze, approached cautiously. "Mr. Hayes, would you like to go in and hold her?"

It was a very hesitant question.

Everyone assumed he would immediately refuse.

To their utter shock, he actually grunted, "Yes."

Finally, he turned and walked out of the NICU.

When he returned to the VIP ward, Helena showed no signs of waking.

The nurse on duty saw him enter and quietly slipped out of the room.

He didn't say a word.

He walked to the side of her bed and stared down at her.

She was completely still, sleeping deeply and peacefully.

Even her occasional brief moments of consciousness seemed to have vanished.

Instead of putting him at ease, her stillness only made his chest tighten further.

He kept his gaze locked on her face.

He sat down in the chair beside her bed.

His large hand suddenly reached out, enveloping hers and squeezing tight.

"Helena, didn't you say you wanted to take our daughter away?" he asked the quiet room.

She remained completely unresponsive.

He pressed on, "Wake up. Get better, and I'll let you take her."

It sounded exactly like a promise.