Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 150

When Whitney arrived at the scene, Braxton had already been whisked away to a private hospital, and a crowd had gathered at the gates of the Tarrington Mansion. Braxton was a pillar of the community and head of the city’s administration, and many from the police force, government, and competing corporations had all come together to speculate and gossip.

The gravity of the situation was undeniable; if Braxton were to pass, the scandal surrounding Ludwik would be impossible to contain.

The pressure from these political powers was immense, and there was no doubt that competitors were stirring trouble behind the scenes.

Whitney felt her head spinning, and the cold air she breathed did nothing to calm her nerves.

Braxton had suffered another stroke.

Her mother had taught her acupuncture, a skill Whitney had a natural gift for, especially when it came to treating the brain. Some of her techniques were beyond the explanation of medicine, yet they worked wonders, targeting mysterious points on the body.

As a child, Whitney had even heard her mother speak of using acupuncture to manipulate someone’s memory and temperament by controlling the nerves in the skull, a practice her mother never actually pursued.

Years ago, it was through acupuncture that she had treated a man suffering from nocturnal epilepsy, restoring him to health.

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Clutching her hands tightly, Whitney’s gaze hardened, and she immediately instructed the driver to take her to Braxton’s private hospital.

At the hospital, Whitney could only make it as far as the foyer. Braxton’s room was at the end of a hallway teeming with well–wishers, with Tarrington relatives standing guard at the very back.

Doctors were bustling in and out as the situation grew increasingly dire.

Whitney could only catch snippets of conversation about Braxton’s condition – a ruptured blood vessel in his brain was causing a hemorrhage, compressing the nerves. They could not operate for fear of aggravating the injury, and he was in a coma, unlikely to survive the night.

The most esteemed neurosurgeons had been summoned, but even they were helpless, declaring Braxton’s time

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was near.

Tears streaked the faces of Braxton’s relatives, who were at a loss for what to do.

by security, who mistook her for a press

alone speak to anyone from the Tarrington

paced the hospital entrance, checking

with an

Bang!

time to collide with the man. She nearly fell,

up, his worried eyes met hers, and he paused in recognition. “Whitney? What are you

hospital?” Whitney asked, looking pale and concerned.

not make it through the night. I was nearby for a function and came as soon as I heard.

moment – Braxton.

Bryce’s mentor

grabbed Bryce’s sleeve, urgent.

Are you also…” Bryce furrowed his brow.

Braxton was ill.

man has been taken into police custody. Your

cure

save him, you can’t just do as you please, Whitney. Human life

on Braxton. They’ve written him off. for the night and refuse to operate,

“I have a unique acupuncture technique that can stem the bleeding in Braxton’s brain. If he’s left to wait, he’ll die. Let me

even have a medical

an alternative medicine license back at

desperate to save

Whitney reached for his sleeve, but Bryce walked past her, his expression grave, and entered

Banyan City, the Tarrington family knew him. With tears in his eyes, Braxton’s son led Bryce into the room. “My father may not make it through the night. He always

stiffened. Whitney’s words about Braxton’s

face turned ashen. His mentor was on the brink of brain death, kept alive only by a ventilator.

into the hallway, his handsome face drawn

Tarringtons had dismissed the gathering of relatives and

chill of the

lips pressed,

anxiously on the

serious. “Is your acupuncture really effective? I’ve never heard of alternative