He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 448

The doctor didn't sugarcoat the brutal reality.

"She hasn't regained consciousness yet. She's been running on severe sleep deprivation, pushing her body to a state of profound exhaustion. She'll wake up once her body finally gets the rest it desperately needs."

The doctor finished his update, and Sebastian gave a stiff nod of acknowledgment.

Without another word, he turned on his heel and strode into her private room.

The ward was deafeningly quiet.

The nurse quickly hooked up the IV bags and practically sprinted out.

Sebastian's dark, predatory aura was too terrifying to be around.

He stood by the foot of the bed, staring at her unmoving form.

His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, his fists clenched tight enough to draw blood.

The silence in the room stretched on.

It dragged on for so long that his patience was nearly ground to dust.

Finally, Helena's eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes.

When her gaze landed on him, a flicker of genuine surprise crossed her features.

He didn't speak as he took slow, deliberate steps toward the bed.

He stopped right beside her.

She didn't scream or thrash. She just stared at him with chilling absolute calm.

She looked at him as if he were nothing more than a passing stranger.

"Sebastian... why won't you let me die?" she asked, her voice eerily hollow.

She had fully embraced the end.

Why did he have to drag her back to this living hell?

She couldn't tell if what she felt was sorrow or just complete apathy.

It seemed they were cursed to drag each other down into the dirt until the very end.

She was so incredibly tired.

Her lifeless eyes locked onto his. "What is it that you want from me?"

She had asked him that question a hundred times before.

But what difference did it make now?

She lowered her gaze and let out a faint, broken laugh.

Sebastian simply stared at her.

Could he guarantee he'd be there in time?

When he had pulled her from that bloody water, he had honestly thought he was already too late.

Her pulse had been so faint it was practically nonexistent.

For someone to slit their own wrist with such ruthless determination, their despair had to be absolute.

To claim he wasn't shaken to his core would be a lie.

This wasn't the Helena he knew.

The old Helena only had eyes for him.

To her, he was the center of the universe.

No matter how viciously he mocked her or how cruelly he pushed her away, she would always crawl back and stand timidly by his side.

All it took was a single fake smile from him to brighten her entire week.

But that woman was entirely gone.

Sebastian's silence deepened.

A perfectly healthy woman had been tormented into a hollow shell of her former self.

She had completely lost the basic human instinct to survive.