Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 156

Tears streamed down Whitney’s cheeks as she numbly slid the engagement ring onto her ring finger, only to jerk it off as if it burned her skin.

Over and over, she repeated the torturous ritual until her finger bled, but she could not feel the pain; the pain in her heart was much more immense.

“Whitney? A deep, mellow voice called from outside the door, accompanied by a gentle knocking.

Startled, she clasped a trembling hand over her mouth to stifle her sobs.

“Is the baby okay?” He asked with concern.

Biting her lip, Whitney shook her head, remaining silent.

“Why are you locking yourself in there? Is that ring bothering you that much? Are you so against accepting me because of Elaine?” He rested his weight against the door, his heavy frame almost causing it to creak.

Inside, Whitney vigorously shook her head; it was not about Elaine; it was something else entirely.

He sighed, his voice turning cold, a chill that seemed to echo the death of his hope.

After a while, he walked away.

Clutching the ring to her chest, Whitney collapsed against the door. If she told him everything, what would he do to Uncle Keegan?

In the end, he would probably throw her into the abyss alongside him. After all, she had unwittingly been complicit in hurting him twice.

Whitney did not know how long she stayed in the bathroom, staring at her ghostly reflection, her face as pale as a specter.

Natalie knocked on the door, her voice laced with worry, “Whitney, are you still feeling unwell? I’m about to call the family doctor.”

“I’m fine, Mom…” Whitney quickly stood, splashing her face with cold water to reduce the swelling around her eyes before hastily opening the door.

Natalie looked at her daughter–in–law’s swollen belly and lovingly stroked it. “Little baby is being so good.”

Whitney’s gaze flickered to the empty dining table, her voice barely above a whisper, “Did he leave?”

and wouldn’t answer him, he started drinking. He’s been sick since yesterday, you know. Three bottles of

saw the slumped silhouette on the couch, his brow

trouble him, but her behavior had only added

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to talk, looking at her closely. “I might be forgetful, but I’m

Mom, it’s

the golden boy. I was ill, so I couldn’t stand up

name, he once stole money for my medication and got beaten by the servants publicly, even taken to the police. He was just eight years old when he developed mental issues and was constantly irritable, and his

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different, cald. I blame myself, my illness made his life miserable. But he fought hard, stood his ground, and

every step of the way. My memory may fail me sometimes, but I vividly

she had heard whispers about the Lippert family patriarch favoring the younger son, but she had not realized how much Ludwik

past, and he’s healthy now. He never let the darkness

a man who would use any means necessary to reach his goal, he would not just be the tycoon he is today but

Natalie smiled reassuringly.

best, and she said he had integrity and was not the type to use any means necessary to reach his

he had refused to take advantage of Braxton, willingly giving up a lucrative deal. His principles

so villainous when he started from nothing, seizing the

herself

in all his years in

Even at his lowest, he got

shining in her eyes, “So, Whitney, you can’t

hates, it’s his brother who took everything from him. Despite my detachment from worldly matters, I’ve heard people praise your beauty and intelligence. You should stand by his side; don’t let him fight alone anymore.”

hand gently on the

drunken eyes, clouded with alcohol,

mumbled in his drunken stupor,

was hoarse, breaking her heart, his

could no longer bear it. She touched his forehead, which

and urged, “He’s fallen severely ill and refuses to take his medicine. Please, Madam, tell him

a heavy heart,