He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 474

Without a word, Sebastian ripped his arm away and stalked off.

The sudden movement made Janetta stumble in her high heels, struggling to keep her balance.

Frustration boiled inside her.

But she knew better than to throw a tantrum at a high-society event.

Swallowing her pride, she hurried after him.

She could clearly read Sebastian's mood.

He was seething with jealousy.

His fury over Helena and Julian's relationship was absolute.

If he truly didn't care about his ex-wife, why would her new romance bother him so much?

The realization made Janetta's blood run cold, especially since Sebastian kept stalling their own wedding and refused to make their relationship officially public.

Janetta lowered her eyes, masking a vicious gleam.

The bitter resentment gnawed at her, and the glare she directed at Helena's back was pure poison.

But a moment later, she smoothed her features and regained her flawless composure.

Meanwhile, Sebastian couldn't tear his eyes away from Helena and Julian.

*Married?* he thought bitterly. *We aren't even divorced yet.*

The furious possessiveness tore at his chest, a raging fire he couldn't extinguish.

He remained dead silent for the rest of the hour.

At the buffet, Helena finished what she could, her stomach finally settling.

"Done?" Julian asked softly, eyeing the leftovers.

Helena nodded. "I can't eat another bite."

These days, her appetite was practically nonexistent.

She ate just enough to survive.

Julian didn't push her.

He casually finished the remainder of her stew himself.

After everything she had endured, she was hyper-vigilant.

Anyone approaching her abruptly made her heart race.

"Are you Ms. Wallace?" the young woman asked nervously.

Helena looked at her cautiously. "Who are you?"

"I'm Rosalie Ross. My sister is Rhonda Ross. I need to tell you something. Here is my phone number—please call me when you're alone." The waitress spoke in a frantic, rushed whisper. "It's incredibly important. It's about a doct—"

Footsteps echoed down the hall before Rosalie could finish.

Rosalie panicked, spun around, and darted away, throwing one last desperate look at Helena.

Helena stood frozen, looking down at the scrap of paper in her hand.

It held nothing but a phone number.

The name Rhonda Ross meant nothing to her.

She frowned, trying to connect the dots through the mental fog that had plagued her for weeks, but came up empty.