He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 434

When Sebastian walked through the door, he immediately saw what she was doing.

His brows slammed together, and he strode quickly across the room toward her.

"Do you actually want to go completely blind?" he snapped, his voice sharp with reprimand.

Helena didn't say a word.

Ever since Hope died, the tension between them had been suffocating.

They hadn't spoken a single sentence to each other.

The atmosphere in the villa was oppressive enough to crush bone.

As soon as his harsh words hung in the air, Sebastian grabbed the remote and killed the television.

Only then did Helena's gaze shift, settling calmly in his direction.

He didn't look away.

After a long, agonizing silence, Helena finally spoke, her voice horribly raspy.

"Sebastian, is the only way I'm allowed to know about my daughter's cremation through a news broadcast?" she demanded, her tone hollow yet accusing.

His eyes locked onto hers, but he didn't answer immediately.

"I suppose I should be incredibly grateful she wasn't just tossed into an incinerator as medical waste, right?" she asked, her voice dripping with venomous mockery.

"Helena, she hasn't been cremated yet," Sebastian finally replied, his tone subdued.

In the past, he would have never bothered explaining himself.

But now, he was terrified her fragile mental state would completely shatter.

Helena stiffened. Rather than relaxing, her entire body went utterly rigid.

"And she hasn't been disposed of as medical waste, either," he added.

He took a slow step closer to her.

Helena remained rooted to the spot.

He stopped just inches away from her.

"The reporters filmed a different child being transported. They manipulated the story for views. You know how the media operates—they'll fabricate anything for a headline."

Helena would spiral out of control.

So he refused to indulge her.

But beneath his cold dismissal lay a dark, suffocating dread.

He knew better than anyone that the moment he handed over Hope's ashes...

It would truly be the end of them.

As he turned to leave, every muscle in his back went rigid, though he kept his exterior perfectly aloof.

"Sebastian. Let me take my baby's ashes," Helena cried out, rushing after him.

She grabbed his arm, a desperate, frantic light burning in her eyes.

Sebastian frowned, looking down at her.

In those eyes, all he saw was a desperate, all-consuming need to escape him.

The discomfort in his chest twisted into something fierce and ugly.