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,

wild and erratic. Blood surged from his skull to his limbs, a clear sign of a fevered affliction

was eerily similar to that of a stranger she

face clearly. He had injured her arm as well,

by her healer’s heart, she had stayed with him through the night, treating his condition and

his condition, she picked up the pack of medical needles Elaine

him with a soft voice. “Don’t be afraid, L. I’m healing you. Just imagine you’re lying in a meadow, comfortable and safe. Shall I hum a tune for

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began to hum a lullaby, delicate and

the barren corners of Ludwik’s

brow relaxed, and he slowly wrapped his cold hand around hers, gradually closing his eyes.

night, he realized, as the melody confirmed

still holding her wrist and resting across her belly,

baby kicked gently.

Mommy’s healing him. Be good, okay? Once he’s better, in a few months when you’re born, he’ll be able to hold you. I hope he’ll accept you, love you.”

lay the life within her, a

bit her lip, a bitter taste

murmurs. His hand left her wrist and found its way to her swollen belly, where

interaction between him and their child was precious. “L, do you feel that? It’s grown so much. Will you still love this

pain, his trembling body

belly, as if it were a

stiffened. In his delirium, he mistook her for

cost of love is too high,” she whispered,

you get well, to smile at me

as she

I could never have enough when I was a child….

head and slipped into a peaceful sleep.

skin, and finally, it dropped. Whitney’s pale hand covered her mouth tightly, muffling

feel responsible. I promised her, to stay by your side, to bear this child and bring you warmth. It was her

picked up the needle and

into his pressure points, Ludwik’s

intensive care unit, there

see through the small window, listening

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

the confrontation in the hallway outside ended, and the Lippert family retreated.