He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 447

Only silence answered him in the massive room.

Sebastian's face drained of color as he slammed his hand against the light switch.

The room flooded with light, but Helena was nowhere to be found.

Hearing the commotion, the butler hurried inside.

Seeing the empty bed, the older man froze in absolute shock.

"Where is she?" Sebastian roared, his eyes blazing with panic.

"That's impossible. She couldn't have left. None of us saw her go out, and there are guards patrolling right below her window. Even if she jumped from the second floor, they would have caught her instantly," the butler stammered out the facts.

But that logic only made her disappearance even more terrifying.

Without a second thought, Sebastian's gaze snapped toward the bathroom door.

He sprinted toward it.

The butler trailed behind him, trembling with fear.

The air in the bedroom was so thick with tension it was hard to breathe.

When Sebastian and the butler burst into the bathroom, the horrific sight robbed them of their ability to speak.

The overwhelming stench of blood filled the space, even though the bathwater had somewhat diluted it.

The copper scent wasn't as sharp as raw blood, but the visual of the crimson water was enough to trigger pure psychological terror.

"Helena!" Sebastian lunged forward.

She was entirely unresponsive.

His jaw locked in horror as he screamed over his shoulder, "Get the car! Call the hospital! Tell them to prep the ER right fucking now!"

Jolted from his paralysis, the butler scrambled out of the room as fast as his legs could carry him.

Sebastian desperately hauled Helena's dripping body out of the red water.

She felt like ice against his skin.

She was completely limp, her face horrifyingly pale without a single trace of life.

He frantically tore a towel to bind the savage gash on her wrist.

He could barely feel the faintest flutter of her breath against his neck.

It was so weak it felt like an illusion.

Sebastian's iron-clad composure completely shattered.

The butler was weeping in sheer panic. "Mr. Hayes, I swear we cleared the room of all sharp objects. Everything was locked away. She must have hidden that eyebrow shaping razor a long time ago, and we just... we missed it."

Even the most flawless security had blind spots.

Tragedy always found the cracks.

Sebastian didn't respond.

There was no point in assigning blame right now.

When someone truly wanted to die, they would find a way; all they needed was the right moment.

The only thing he could do now was endure the agonizing wait.

His muscles were locked tight with unbearable tension.

It felt like an eternity before the doctor finally emerged, his expression incredibly grim.

Sebastian immediately noticed the nurses rolling her out of the surgical bay.

Did that mean she survived?

He whipped his head toward Dr. Gordon. "How is she?"

"Not good. It's just like the first few days after she lost the child—she has absolutely zero will to live. We threw every medical intervention we had at her, and she is stable for now. But I promise you, if she tries this again, she will not be this lucky."