Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 172

Whitney had rushed to Ludwik’s side upon hearing his anguished cries, her concern for him propelling her

forward

But as she reached the door, Elaine shoved her inside and quickly shut it behind her. Leaning against the door, Whitney caught her breath and studied Ludwik closely.

He was in the throes of self–harm, dragging shards of porcelain across his arm, likely trying to distract himself from the searing pain in his head.

“Ludwik, stop it! You can’t do this to yourself! Let me help you ease the pain, please?” Whitney implored, rushing to his side.

His eyes were bloodshot, no longer recognizing her. Instinctively, he lashed out, driving the sharp shard toward

her arm

Her skin was instantly beaded with droplets of crimson, Gritting her teeth against the pain, Whitney managed a tender, pained smile. “At least you didn’t go for my belly”

1 need to get out!” Ludwik muttered, half–delirious as he pushed past her.

He must’ve realized who was on the other side of the door.

“You can’t go out there; you can’t let them get the upper hand, ruin your life. Your father… he wants to lock you up in an asylum,” Whitney said, her voice thick with urgency as she wrapped her arms around him, her eyes brimming with pity.

His forehead was a map of bulging veins, his gaze filled with extreme agony and fear- a remnant of some childhood trauma. He shook his head helplessly, turning to embrace her. “I don’t want to go there. Please, save

me.”

“Elaine, there must be something you can do. I need to get better fast… to stand up to them!” His words were broken, forced out between waves of pain.

The mention of “Elaine‘ left Whitney frozen, tears streaming down her face.

But she had no time to be sad, no time for jealousy over his trust in Elaine. She would not stand by and watch him crumble, let the Lippert family kick him when he was down. She would cure him; she had to believe she

could.

“Leave it to me. L. Give me your hand,” Whitney called to him, her voice a gentle caress through her tears.

His rage seemed to subside at the sound of her voice, and he slowly calmed down, slumping to the ground and extending his muscular arm toward her,

a clear sign of a fevered affliction pressing on his nerves, causing unbearable pain and a violent tendency to lash out in an

similar to that of

and she couldn’t see his face clearly. He had injured her arm

healer’s heart, she had stayed with him through the

work for Ludwik too. After assessing his condition, she picked up the pack of medical needles Elaine had left on the table. Selecting a silver needle, she aimed for a pressure point at the base of his skull

with a soft voice. “Don’t be afraid, L. I’m healing you. Just

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began to hum a

spring, seeping into the barren corners of

slowly wrapped his cold hand around hers, gradually

night, he realized, as the melody confirmed his suspicions.

drifted off to sleep right there on her lap, his hand still holding her wrist and resting across her belly, reminiscent of a

baby kicked gently.

welled up as she continued with the treatment, whispering softly, “Baby, your daddy’s right here, but he’s sick. Mommy’s healing him. Be good, okay? Once he’s better, in a few

within her, a life she

a bitter

man seemed to hear her murmurs. His hand left her wrist and found its way to her swollen belly, where he felt

their child was precious. “L, do you

furrowed in pain, his trembling body seeking warmth even

belly, as if it were a sanctuary of warmth.

In his delirium, he mistook her for

she whispered, feeling a

well, to smile

hands trembled, holding the silver needle, as she looked down at his pained and

could never have enough when

turned his head and slipped into a peaceful sleep.

Whitney’s pale hand covered her mouth tightly, muffling the broken whispers,

Natalie! But I feel responsible. I promised her, to stay by your side, to bear this child

picked up the needle and refocused on

she placed more needles into his pressure points,

the intensive care unit, there were two doors.

enough to see through the small

in his sleep, her heart eased. Whitney’s treatment was working. She clenched

the hallway