He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 843

Sebastian remained anchored to the floor, drowning in a chilling silence.

Julian said nothing. Even Lance, who usually had a word of comfort, was dead silent.

They all knew the grim reality of Skye's condition far better than Sebastian did.

The botched surgery she endured years ago was a ticking time bomb.

The only reason she was still breathing was the staggering amount of Campbell wealth poured into keeping her alive.

But money couldn't fix a failing heart forever.

Dr. Lynch was a miracle worker, but even he wasn't God. This was a gamble with terrible odds.

The situation required a flawless surgical environment.

Instead, they had been handed a cascading series of disasters that threw everything into chaos.

The trauma of the kidnapping, the terror, the asthma attack—it was all too much.

Skye's fragile body had been pushed lightyears past its breaking point.

Even with the legendary Professor Xander holding the scalpel, her survival was now a matter of sheer luck.

It was precisely why they had originally sent Kyle to live with Sebastian.

They knew Sebastian had the ruthless capability to protect the boy in ways they couldn't guarantee for Skye right now.

The air grew heavy.

Julian stood by the wall, an unmovable statue of grief and rage.

The agonizing minutes bled into hours, but no one dared leave.

Finally, the red light above the door clicked off, and Dr. Lynch emerged, peeling off his surgical cap.

Sebastian stepped forward instantly.

"The operation is complete, but I make no guarantees. It's entirely up to her will to live now," Dr. Lynch stated bluntly.

He wasn't one to sugarcoat the truth.

"The next seven days are the critical window. The butchers who opened her up the first time never intended for her to survive. That method was designed to fail. We patched the damage back then, but the internal scarring is permanent," Dr. Lynch explained with grim finality. "It's far worse inside than the scans showed. Prepare yourselves for the worst."

Having delivered his brutal verdict, he walked away.

If a legend like him was telling them to prepare for a funeral, the odds were catastrophic.

Claire collapsed into a chair, openly weeping. Julian stood frozen, staring blankly at the operating room doors.

Sebastian remained silent.

A swarm of reporters had already gathered outside, hungry for blood.

Carter Miles hurried through the sliding doors, leaning in close to whisper in Sebastian's ear. "Sir, Janetta is still on set. I pulled her phone records—there are no suspicious communications."

Sebastian didn't reply. He stood with his hands shoved in his pockets, his posture rigid.

His mind was looping Julian's explosive accusations, tearing at his sanity.

He was about to demand that Carter investigate further.

But Carter spoke up first.

"There's something else you need to see," Carter said gravely.

Sebastian's gaze dropped, silently ordering him to explain.

"The role Janetta is currently shooting has gone viral. But the backlash is severe."

"Look at this comment. It's too specific. It claims the role was tailor-made for Janetta because she's just as ruthless and manipulative in real life."

"And it was liked by Ms. Wallace. From her verified, official account."

Carter handed the tablet to Sebastian.