Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 170

In the hospital room, Parker struggled to restrain Ludwik’s shaking hands. Peering into the man’s bloodshot eyes, Parker felt a wave of helplessness. “Ludwik, hang in there, buddy. Just take it easy, the doc’s on his way. You need a sedative.”

“It won’t work. Regular docs won’t work,” Ludwik panted, his body trembling violently, beads of sweat dotting his forehead as his right hand twitched uncontrollably.

A brutal headache clawed at his temples, inciting a mad desire to smash everything in sight. Slowly, his vision. began to blur.

He collapsed to the floor, his large, heavy frame jostling his mother’s hospital bed.

Ludwik’s eyes reddened with distress as he reached out desperately to steady his mother’s bed.

The sight wrenched Parker’s heart. He rushed to Ludwik’s aid, only to be met with an uncontrolled punch that burst open his forehead, blood trickling down.

“Ludwik, what’s wrong with you?” Suddenly, a faint, trembling voice cut through the tension at the door, tinged with concern.

A slender figure dashed into the

e room.

Whitney hurried to Ludwik’s side. His symptoms mirrored those of a violent psychotic episode, where initially. the patient might exhibit aggressive, bloodthirsty behavior, escalating to self–harm, confusion, and insanity.

She reached out to check his pulse, but Ludwik caught sight of her.

His consciousness still intact, the image of her face, along with the sight of his mother lying quietly in bed, pierced his heart with agonizing pain.

“Why is she here?” he looked up at Parker.

Tell her to get out. I don’t want to see her.”

“Get out!” Ludwik’s uncontrollable rage sent objects flying toward her.

Parker saw a porcelain piece heading straight for Whitney’s stomach and kicked her out of harm’s way just in time.

Whitney stood frozen, her mind echoing with his hateful, disgusted curses.

noble frame so vulnerable, shaking

thought of someone who could save him–his breaths shallow, he muttered,

Elaine was a patient herself;

call Elaine! I need her!” Ludwik gritted his teeth in pain.

who had stayed with

he still had a lucid moment, Ludwik

for Elaine battered against

by a thousand needles, bleeding profusely, the pain making her feel weak and suffocated.

Elaine so completely. Had he lost all

to look at Whitney, as if a single glance would

and Elaine had switched

Ludwik’s sick because of you. Whitney, you’re

rushed in, roughly pulling her toward

of color. Seeing Ludwik in agony shook her to her core. She recalled what Natalie had said, that he had been troubled since childhood, prone to

couldn’t help but ask, “What exactly is happening to

culprit? Haven’t I told you that he’s not ordinary, that his childhood was harsh, that he has severe emotional issues?

choked in her throat, all dissipating into

she stammered

making excuses!” Nolan glared coldly.

Nolan’s harsh demeanor toward Whitney. Everyone

she

to him. He’s having a hysterical fit and he asked

expression softened considerably when addressing Elaine. After all,

for medicine; I’ll take a

at Elaine, her fists clenched. “If his illness is because his mother was his last thread of sanity, then you are the real culprit. Elaine, you know what I’m talking about. His mother’s vegetative state is linked to you. The truth will come out one day, and you will face the

the departing Nolan, her face freezing for a moment before she

you as the culprit, while I’m the one who

it’s his body or his heart. Oh, his heart might already be

spoken with a

icy, not

want to know why he’s calling for me, why he relies on me so much, don’t you? You’ll never know.” The smugness, in Elaine’s laugh

on, his beloved will only be me. You just watch as I cure him and