He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 508

Julian started by explaining the botched escape plan.

Helena simply listened in silence.

Accidents happened; it wasn't exactly shocking.

Besides, as long as she was drawing breath, there were people out there who wanted her dead.

"You were pregnant. With the sheer force of the crash, the baby didn't make it," he lied smoothly, not breaking eye contact.

His mind briefly flashed to the boy now living in Sebastian's mansion.

The kid was a ghost.

There hadn't been a single media leak or paparazzi photo acknowledging the child's existence.

He had hired private investigators to dig, but the Hayes family had locked down the boy's identity tighter than a vault.

Seeing how effectively Sebastian hid the boy, Julian felt completely justified in his deception.

"Are you trying to give me a pep talk?" she chuckled dryly, looking up at him. "Are you going to tell me that I miraculously survived again, so I need to find the strength to keep living?"

She had already anticipated every cliché comfort he might offer.

Her bluntness effectively choked off whatever argument he had prepared.

A heavy wave of helplessness washed over him.

She let out another faint laugh. "Honestly, I'm amazed by how hard I am to kill."

She had practically begged for the end, yet she always woke up breathing.

It felt as if the universe was keeping her alive just to prolong her torture.

"Lena," he warned softly.

She met his eyes. "Don't worry. I'm not going to try anything stupid."

Maybe the year-long sleep had finally snapped some sense into her.

Before the crash, she had been drowning in trauma, hit with one horrific event after another without a second to breathe.

Her psyche had shattered under the impossible weight of it all.

She stared at him, her brow furrowing deeply. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He took her hand, gripping her fingers tightly.

She didn't pull away, just locked onto his gaze.

"When she was taken out of the hospital, she still had a faint pulse. But everyone knew that without immediate intervention, she wouldn't last the hour."

"I had a covert medical team standing by. They intercepted her and performed an emergency resuscitation."

"I kept it from you because I was terrified of giving you false hope. If she died during surgery, the back-to-back grief would have genuinely destroyed you."

"Her condition was critical. I didn't even know if she would survive the flight. She flatlined multiple times in the ICU. But she fought like hell. She made it past three months, then six. The initial botched surgery was finally corrected with a complex reconstructive procedure, and after that, her vitals stabilized."

"She's still frail. Weather changes make her sick, and she's extremely clingy. We have to keep her perfectly calm because of her asthma and lingering cardiac issues. Once she turns seven, she'll undergo one final surgery. After that, she'll have the stamina of any normal kid."

He methodically laid out the entire year of the little girl's grueling fight for survival.

"My aunt has been raising her. She and her husband couldn't have kids, so they treat her like absolute royalty. To protect her identity and avoid unwanted attention, she was registered under the name Skye Campbell," he explained, tying up every loose end.