Carter had heard the conversation and was genuinely surprised.
To the outside world, being married to Sebastian Hayes meant living a life of unimaginable luxury—endless designer clothes, limitless credit, and not a single financial worry in the world.
But that wasn't Helena's reality.
While Sebastian didn't cap her spending on the cards, he never gave her actual cash.
And since she wasn't particularly favored within the Hayes family, she had no other sources of income.
In reality, beneath the glossy exterior and the prestigious title of Mrs. Hayes, Helena was broke.
She absolutely did not have millions of dollars lying around in liquid cash.
Yet, she had somehow just paid off the entire sum in one go?
Just yesterday, she had been desperate enough to beg him for the apartment.
"Find out exactly where that money came from!" Sebastian gritted out, his jaw tight with fury.
"Right away, sir," Carter replied, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
Without another word, Sebastian stepped out of the car, his expression dark.
His phone rang again. It was Janetta, checking in. "Seb, are you here yet?"
"I'm at the entrance," he replied tonelessly.
"I'll wait for you then," she said softly, her tone laced with guilt. "I'm so useless. If my health were better, you wouldn't have to worry about the baby so much."
Janetta was clever. She purposely made it about the baby rather than herself.
It was a calculated move designed to evoke his guilt.
"Don't overthink things," he murmured, offering perfunctory comfort.
Honestly, her repetitive whining was starting to grate on his nerves.
He chalked up his mounting impatience to the situation with Helena.
He took long strides through the hospital corridors.
As he neared Janetta's room, his footsteps faltered.
He swore to himself that if Helena was really here to harass Janetta, he would make her pay dearly.
But when he pushed the door open, Janetta was the only one inside.
"Seb, what are you looking for?" she asked, unable to hide her curiosity.
She reached out, hoping to catch his hand and pull him in for a kiss.
But he was already turning away, striding swiftly out the door.
Janetta sat frozen. This was the first time she had ever seen him in such a rush to leave her side.
She bit her lip, trying to push down the rising unease.
A woman's intuition warned her that this had absolutely nothing to do with work.
But what else could possibly rattle a man like him?
Suddenly, Helena's face flashed in her mind. The color drained from her cheeks.
"No way. The person he despises most in the world is Lena," she muttered, trying to reassure herself.
The hospital room fell into a deafening silence.
Out in the hallway, Sebastian answered the call.
"Mr. Hayes, I found the source. The money was wired from a bank in the United States. The account holder's name is Lance James," Carter reported quickly.
Lance.

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