He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 506

Her sudden desire for privacy likely stemmed from a guilty conscience.

And so, Kyle's existence was effortlessly swept under the rug.

Occasionally, a paparazzo would snap a blurry photo of Sebastian with the boy, but the images were aggressively scrubbed from the internet before they could even gain traction.

It was as if the child didn't exist to the outside world.

Meanwhile, in another city entirely.

Julian stood with absolute composure outside The Emergency Operating Room.

Helena was inside, fighting for her life.

But she wasn't in Riverton; she was miles away in Coralia.

She had been the one to secretly request his presence, insisting that absolutely no one find out.

So Julian had bypassed all of Sebastian's surveillance network like a ghost.

He slipped into the prison in the dead of night.

When he finally saw her, she was devastatingly quiet.

But for the first time in months, he saw a flicker of genuine emotion on her face.

It was a sharp contrast to her previous despair; a tiny, fragile spark of hope had ignited in her eyes.

Sensing the shift, he didn't dare break the silence first.

It was she who spoke up. "Julian, get me out of here."

"Done," he agreed without asking a single question. "Wait for my signal."

"As soon as possible," she stressed every syllable.

He couldn't help but study her for a second longer.

She didn't try to hide her reason. "I'm pregnant."

Those four calm words struck him like a physical blow.

He knew instantly that the baby belonged to Sebastian.

But more importantly, he knew this unexpected pregnancy had given her a reason to live.

It had violently dragged her back from the edge of oblivion.

There was no way he could ever say no to her.

He meticulously arranged the escape.

Every single detail was executed flawlessly, drawing zero suspicion.

Once the pieces were in place, the prison staff coincidentally "discovered" her condition.

He rigged the explosion, ensuring everyone would believe she had burned with the rest of them.

That same night, a Medical Jet rushed her directly to Coralia.

From the moment the wheels touched the tarmac, she had been fighting for her life in surgery.

Out in the hallway, his ironclad patience was rapidly disintegrating.

Just as he was about to lose his grip, a surgeon pushed through the swinging doors.

"Mr. Campbell," the surgeon began, pulling down his mask. "She is stable, and the baby is safe. However, she sustained severe head trauma. She hasn't regained consciousness. We are monitoring her, but the long-term prognosis is entirely unpredictable."

His expression darkened instantly. "What the hell does that mean?"

"She might wake up tomorrow, or she might remain in a persistent vegetative state indefinitely," the surgeon admitted bluntly.

"We can still deliver the baby as long as her body continues functioning," the surgeon added cautiously. "But the trauma she endured was massive. The fetal development will likely be severely impacted. We just have to wait and see."

He didn't speak, absorbing the crushing reality.

"Keep her stable. No matter what happens, her life is the absolute priority," he ordered ruthlessly.

"Understood," the surgeon nodded.

Despite all the contingency plans, no one could have predicted what happened next.

Months later, they delivered the baby via C-section, yet she still hadn't opened her eyes.