He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 427

Helena stubbornly held her ground, showing absolutely no sign of compromise.

Sebastian gave a curt nod, grabbed her wrist directly, and dragged her toward the living room of the villa.

He quickly called Carter Miles, ordering him to bring all the relevant surveillance footage.

Carter had no idea what was going on, but he followed the instructions immediately.

Within twenty minutes, he arrived at the villa.

"Mr. Hayes, here is all the footage from The Operating Room and the NICU," Carter reported.

It covered everything from the moment Hope was born until the moment she passed.

But in reality, that entire span was only about half a month.

Helena locked her eyes on the screen, watching every single second carefully.

Carter glanced nervously at his boss.

Sebastian said nothing, making no move to stop her.

Carter felt a headache coming on.

Even though half a month of footage wasn't a massive amount.

Watching it second by second would still take an agonizingly long time.

And the vast majority of it was completely meaningless routine.

Helena had just undergone eye surgery; she shouldn't be straining her vision like this.

Finally, Carter couldn't help but step forward to intervene.

"Madam, do you have specific timeframes you suspect? Jumping straight to those points would be much faster," he suggested.

She knew that.

But she didn't answer him.

More accurately, she didn't trust a single person associated with Sebastian.

Right now, she only trusted herself.

Her hands flew across the keyboard, rapidly checking the sequence of events.

When the room was empty, she sped up the playback.

Seeing this, Carter decided it was best to keep his mouth shut.

She watched for a very long time.

The screen instantly went black.

She jumped slightly, startled, but her gaze never left him, remaining fiercely resolute.

"If you can't find anything on the cameras, do you honestly think looking at a medication log will point you to a killer? The Police can't even do that. For an infant that small, an autopsy wouldn't even show anything unusual," he sneered, making his point brutally clear. "If your so-called murderer really existed, do you think they'd be stupid enough to leave evidence for you?"

"Taking a step back, she is my daughter. Until I give the word, no one in Riverton would ever dare to lay a finger on her," he declared definitively.

His dismissive attitude made it blatantly obvious that he didn't believe a single word she said.

Helena knew that perfectly well.

She remained silent, a quietness that bordered on utter desolation.

"Sebastian, have you ever trusted me, even once?" she asked quietly.

He stared at her with a freezing expression.

They had been married for seven years; they were husband and wife, so it wasn't as if he completely distrusted her.

But she had brought this up far too many times.

And every single time, her accusations pointed straight at Janetta.