He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 405

After Dr. Xiao finished speaking, Helena stood absolutely paralyzed, completely immobilized by shock.

It took her several long moments to finally snap back to reality.

Her singular, desperate thought was to get a hold of Sebastian.

In the face of a true catastrophe, Sebastian was the only one who held the power to make the final call.

Coupled with Janetta's sinister remarks, it was entirely impossible for Helena to remain calm.

But she didn't have a phone, nor any way to contact the outside world.

Her immediate instinct was to sprint toward the bodyguards.

The bodyguard was startled by her sudden, frantic approach. "Madam, please, take a breath. What's wrong?"

"I need a phone. I need to call Sebastian right now," she rushed out, her words tripping over each other.

Helena was falling apart at the seams.

Her entire body was racked with violent tremors.

The bodyguard easily registered her sheer panic.

He nodded, attempting to soothe her. "Please try to stay calm. I will contact the Boss immediately."

Helena kept her desperate gaze locked onto the bodyguard.

Without a moment's hesitation, he dialed Sebastian's number.

"Mr. Hayes, Madam is frantically asking for you." Even the bodyguard's tone betrayed a sense of urgency under Helena's intense stare.

"Give her the phone," Sebastian ordered coolly.

He was already fully aware of the chaos unfolding at the hospital.

The second Hope's condition crashed, Sebastian was the first to be notified, not Helena.

He was already speeding toward the hospital.

He simply hadn't expected Helena to catch wind of the disaster so quickly.

Following Sebastian's command, the bodyguard didn't dare delay; he immediately handed the device to Helena.

Helena spoke the second she got the phone, her voice shaking uncontrollably.

"Sebastian..." Before she could even form a sentence, he cut her off.

"Helena, you need to calm down first," Sebastian instructed, enunciating every word.

Helena couldn't rein in her panic, her breathing growing more erratic by the second. "I can't calm down! Hope's condition is critical, she is nowhere near stable enough to survive surgery. Sending her into the OR is a guaranteed death sentence!"

Helena laid out the brutal facts.

It was the painfully obvious reality.

It wasn't that she was ready to let Hope go.

But if all choices had been stripped away, she wanted her daughter to pass peacefully and with dignity.

Refusing to leave, she stubbornly anchored herself in the hallway outside the doors.

The seconds dragged into agonizing minutes.

She knew the surgery had officially begun.

There was absolutely nothing left for her to do.

The atmosphere outside the operating room was suffocatingly tense.

At that exact moment—

Sebastian hadn't hung up on her intentionally; another incoming call from the hospital had overridden the line.

He answered it immediately, not bothering to put Helena on hold.

He assumed the call was another update regarding Hope.

His car had already pulled into the hospital's perimeter.

Finishing his conversation with Helena could wait another minute or two.

"Mr. Hayes," the doctor's voice rushed through the speaker.

It was The Transplant Specialist.

"We have a lead on a cornea," the doctor spoke rapidly, wasting no time. "But the bad news is, this donor cornea is only a sixty percent match. The success rate is a coin toss. Because of the specific nature of the tissue, postoperative complications are highly probable."