He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 397

Sebastian couldn't find a single word to fire back.

He opened his mouth several times, but everything felt incredibly hollow.

"Helena, the prerequisite for you doing anything is that you are physically capable of surviving it."

"Otherwise, you're just throwing your life away, and I have absolutely no obligation to accommodate your suicide mission."

He delivered the brutal truth with clinical precision.

Just as the words hung in the air, Arthur arrived with her lunch.

She didn't respond.

Arthur immediately sensed the suffocating tension in the room.

Without uttering a word, the butler quickly set out the meal.

Then he bowed his head and swiftly retreated into the hallway.

Sebastian didn't leave.

She stared down at the food, her stomach churning with absolute zero appetite.

But for the sake of her child, she knew she had to force it down.

She was terrified that provoking him would completely destroy her final sliver of hope.

So she lowered her head and began to eat in total silence.

She ate agonizingly slowly.

Her appetite was genuinely nonexistent.

By the end of it, she felt incredibly nauseous.

"You don't like it?" he asked, his voice low.

She shook her head, looking at him with passive resignation.

Realizing her discomfort, he stated plainly, "Don't force it if you can't stomach it."

The command was sharp and direct.

Immediately, he ordered the maids to clear the tray away.

He turned, pulled a tissue from the box, but didn't hand it to her.

Instead, he leaned in and personally wiped her mouth.

The gesture looked flawlessly intimate.

But it sent a wave of sheer terror crashing through her.

She always felt that his sudden displays of gentleness were merely the calm before a devastating storm.

Over the years, she had grown entirely numb to his volatile mood swings.

Especially given the toxic warfare they were currently locked in.

She wasn't naive enough to believe he had suddenly developed romantic feelings for her.

But she didn't dare pull away, reducing herself to complete passivity.

"Helena, until our paperwork is finalized, you are still my wife. There's no need to constantly treat me like your enemy," his gaze turned icy.

His words seemed to strike a nerve, and she snapped her head up to look at him.

Their eyes locked in a silent, explosive battle.

At the thought, she couldn't suppress a bitter, self-deprecating laugh.

He completely ignored her question.

If this were the past, he would have exploded in a violent rage.

But now, his expression merely darkened into something terrifyingly somber.

He didn't scream at her.

Realizing she couldn't force his hand, she fell silent again.

The hospital room sank into a heavy, suffocating quiet.

It lasted until a nurse walked in, gently advising her to get out of bed and walk around if she felt up to it.

Lying perfectly still for too long would severely hinder her tissue recovery.

But she had absolutely no strength left.

Yet, she was desperate to heal quickly so she could take Hope and run.

She gritted her teeth and struggled to sit up.

Before the nurse could even reach her side.

Sebastian closed the distance and seized her arm.

He effortlessly pulled her up, forcing her to lean her entire body weight against him.

Her immediate instinct was to violently pull away.

But his grip was like iron; she couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried.