He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 667

Both men spotted her at the exact same moment.

The brutal death match halted instantly.

Julian immediately rushed to her side.

Without a second thought, he scooped her into his arms. "We stopped, we stopped. I'm so sorry, Skye. Please don't cry..."

He desperately tried to soothe the sobbing child.

She clung to him, hiccuping and crying violently.

The vicious display of violence had genuinely terrified her.

Growing up sheltered by the Campbell family, she had never been exposed to anything even remotely bloody.

The absolute carnage in the room was too much for her fragile mind to process.

Helena hurried over, panic etched across her face.

"Sweetheart, please don't cry. They won't fight anymore, I promise," she pleaded, rubbing her back.

Burying her face into Julian's shoulder, her sobs gradually quieted down to sniffles.

But the tears refused to stop falling.

He rhythmically patted her back, murmuring gentle reassurances.

Recovering from the adrenaline rush, Sebastian took a step toward her.

Julian's Bodyguards seemingly materialized out of thin air, immediately blocking his path.

"Mr. Hayes, you can't go over there," one of the men said politely, though his stance was an immovable wall. "This is a Campbell family matter. It has nothing to do with you."

His dark eyes hardened with lethal intent.

Yet, he remained rooted to the spot, refusing to leave.

As long as he made no move to advance, the guards simply stood their ground.

After all, they were in a hotel; they had no legal right to restrict his movements entirely.

When the little girl finally stopped crying, a heavy sigh of relief escaped Helena's lips.

"Let me take you back to bed, okay?" she asked softly.

The child gave a meek nod.

However, her teary gaze drifted over to Sebastian.

Noticing her look, he crouched down to meet her at eye level. "Don't cry anymore, okay? I'll take you to Disneyland tomorrow."

Keeping his distance, he offered the comforting promise with surprising patience.

Even though she was a child completely unrelated to him by blood,

It was Janetta Ramirez.

"Sebastian, Kyle has a high fever. The Housekeeper just called me. I'm rushing to the hospital right now," her frantic voice poured through the speaker.

"I'm on my way," he responded immediately.

He promptly hung up.

He didn't waste another second lingering in the destroyed suite.

His son's health had been terribly fragile lately, plagued by recurring fevers that doctors couldn't explain.

Naturally, the news sent a fresh spike of anxiety through his chest.

He quickly stepped into the elevator and vanished.

Watching him leave, the ominous darkness completely shadowed Julian's face.

"Get someone in here to clean this up," he ordered his men coldly. "And make absolutely sure that word of what happened tonight doesn't leave this room."

"Yes, sir," the bodyguards chorused.

The hotel staff scurried in with cleaning supplies.

He spun on his heel and stalked toward the master bedroom to wash away the bloody mess of the brawl.