He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 402

Ultimately, it was Helena who gave up.

She was simply too exhausted.

Sebastian released his grip only after escorting her back to her hospital room.

Once back in bed, she fell asleep almost immediately.

Sebastian waited until she was in a deep sleep before turning to leave.

At present, aside from cutting off her contact with the outside world, he had backed off.

He no longer restricted her movements within the hospital.

At the very least, it gave Helena something to look forward to.

Her greatest anticipation every day was going to see her baby.

Even if it was just staring through a monitor, it brought her an overwhelming sense of fulfillment.

But Hope's surgery kept getting delayed.

One day, two days, three days passed.

The peace Helena had managed to scrape together instantly shattered, leaving her nerves frayed.

She had tried to ask the doctors multiple times.

None of them would give her a straight answer.

Helena knew this was Sebastian's doing.

But she couldn't hide her frantic anxiety over Hope's condition.

The less she knew, the more desperate she became to uncover the truth.

The suffocating sense of dread pressing against her chest only grew heavier.

Yet, she couldn't figure out exactly what was going on behind the scenes.

She knew Sebastian was using her cornea as a bargaining chip to drop the charges.

So why hadn't he made a move yet?

His attitude toward Hope also left Helena feeling thoroughly confused.

Trapped in this endless cycle of second-guessing, Helena was driving herself to the brink of a breakdown.

She forced herself to maintain a facade of calm.

Visiting the Pediatrics Department every day had become her fixed routine.

If Sebastian was at the hospital, he would accompany her.

If he wasn't, Helena went alone.

But she was well aware that Sebastian's bodyguards were always lurking in the shadows, never letting her out of their sight.

Pulling off any sort of stunt was impossible.

Furthermore, she was still branded a convicted murderer.

It made Helena's skin crawl.

The words she had overheard, and the questions she had demanded of Sebastian, echoed through her mind on a loop.

Her cornea was supposed to buy her freedom.

Yet lately, Sebastian hadn't brought it up once.

He had even surprisingly agreed to let her take Hope away.

Even when Helena had confronted him about it directly.

Sebastian had deflected, offering no real answers.

It was as if he had deliberately erected a wall between her and Janetta.

A barrier meant to keep them from provoking each other.

But now, under Janetta's sinister, predatory gaze, Helena found it impossible not to let her mind spiral.

Janetta's objective was crystal clear—she was here for blood.

Outwardly, however, Helena remained stoic.

Just as she brushed past her, she heard Janetta's mocking, half-smiling voice.

Every syllable was a calculated provocation aimed straight at Helena's chest.

"There's really no point in arguing with a blind woman."