He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 428

Sebastian knew Helena's character, so as time went on, he eventually ordered Carter to investigate.

But the results were always the exact same.

Naturally, he had grown incredibly sick of it.

He felt like he was being dragged into a never-ending, messy war between two women.

And he absolutely despised that feeling.

"Helena, drop the completely baseless paranoia!" he warned her, emphasizing every single word.

"You've made your scene, and you've watched the footage. I only tolerated your completely unreasonable behavior because Hope just passed away, not so you could push your luck and walk all over me." His voice grew deeper and far more menacing.

He didn't even give her a chance to respond before continuing his furious reprimand.

"Furthermore, let me make this clear. The shares are just being transferred, and the paperwork isn't fully finalized. You and I cannot divorce immediately. So stay put and don't provoke me."

His words were relentlessly cruel. "Otherwise, I can't guarantee what I might do. Like ordering an autopsy on the baby just to satisfy you. Or, when this is all over, having the infant disposed of as Medical Waste. After all, it's Riverton custom, and the Hayes Estate abides by the same rules—a premature baby who didn't even survive a month can't be buried properly."

"Sebastian, you..." Helena's face paled in horror, and she lunged at him without a second thought.

This time, he caught her firmly by the wrist.

His grip was brutally tight.

Instantly, dark bruises began to form on her pale skin.

"I mean exactly what I say, Helena, so stop testing me," he continued coldly. "You want Hope's ashes? Fine. But you will stay exactly where you are."

It was both a threat and a final warning.

Hope was her ultimate weakness.

Every word twisted like a knife in her chest.

She couldn't struggle, and she couldn't fight back.

Let alone uncover the real truth behind Hope's death.

Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision.

Carter stood silently to the side, his head bowed, not daring to make a sound.

The standoff between the two grew agonizingly tense.

"Do you understand me?" Sebastian demanded aggressively.

The next day.

The hospital called, asking Sebastian how he wanted to handle the infant's body.

According to Riverton customs, a premature infant who didn't live past a month had to be handled within three days of passing.

It couldn't exceed seven days.

Otherwise, it was considered a massive taboo.

Today was the fourth day.

Naturally, the hospital reached out to ask for his final decision on the matter.

"I'll head over right now," he replied flatly.

Then he ended the call.

Helena heard everything.

Ever since their explosive confrontation, they hadn't spoken a single word to each other.