He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 672

Janetta would never allow it.

The woman's pathological hatred for her was no secret.

Given the circumstances, there was no way she could intentionally break the sick boy's heart right now.

Her promise instantly worked its magic, the despair in his voice evaporating.

"So you need to promise me you'll focus on getting better, alright?" she coaxed. "It's super late. You need to get some sleep. Staying up late will only make you sicker."

Kyle didn't respond.

Assuming he was just nodding along,

she continued gently, "Once you're completely healed, we'll all go to Disneyland together. Deal?"

Then, unable to hold back her burning curiosity any longer, she asked, "Kyle, why are you always getting sick?"

"Kyle?"

Frowning at the dead silence, she repeated his name.

She thought the line had dropped.

But the voice that finally reverberated through the speaker was a dark, impossibly low baritone. "It's me."

Every drop of blood vanished from her face.

She had absolutely no idea Sebastian was on the other end of the line.

But looking back, it made perfect sense.

If she had caught Skye secretly making a late-night phone call, she'd have confiscated the phone immediately, too.

Any parent would demand to know who their child was talking to at this hour.

"He was an IVF baby. He was born severely premature, which left him with a weak heart and severe asthma. Very much like Skye," Sebastian stated flatly.

He delivered the tragic medical history with chilling detachment, merely answering her earlier question.

This time, she was the one struck entirely mute.

A suffocating deadlock gripped the line.

"Right," she finally rasped, desperate to sever the connection. "I understand. If there's nothing else, please make sure he gets some sleep."

"You're rather fond of my son, aren't you?" he asked quietly, completely ignoring her dismissal.

"Children are innocent. It's hard to hate them," she deflected smoothly.

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