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.

half on the ground, his tall and noble frame so vulnerable, shaking as he clutched

thought of someone who could save him–his breaths

Elaine was a patient

Ludwik gritted his teeth

episode, it was Elaine who had stayed with him through the

he still had a lucid moment, Ludwik repeated his command.

repeated pleas for Elaine battered against

pierced by a thousand needles, bleeding profusely,

so completely. Had he lost all faith in her?

Whitney, as

heart, Whitney and Elaine had switched places in

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

rushed in, roughly pulling her

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

“What exactly is

has severe emotional issues? It’s been years since he’s had an episode, you malignant woman, you’ve hurt him,

back, tears brimming in her eyes. A thousand apologies choked in her throat, all dissipating

Natalie.” she

Nolan glared

noting Nolan’s harsh demeanor toward Whitney. Everyone around Ludwik had

she feigned

Elaine, go to him. He’s having a hysterical fit and he asked for you. He probably thinks

all,

a knack for medicine; I’ll take

“Ms. Valentine, are you lingering here to continue agitating Ludwik? Don’t you understand that you are the cause of his outbreak?” Whitney had no rebuttal for this, but she glared coldly 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 consequences! You don’t love him. You’re wicked at heart, willing to harm his mother and cause his illness,

the departing Nolan, her face freezing for

everyone sees you as the culprit, while I’m the one who donated a kidney, and Ludwik is touched by my gesture. You’ve lost completely, and him kicking you out is

or his heart. Oh, his heart

was spoken with a particularly

gaze was icy, not understanding her meaning.

you? You’ll never know.” The smugness, in Elaine’s laugh was evident

be me. You just watch as I cure him