Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair
Chapter 172
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,
his skull to his limbs, a clear sign of a fevered affliction pressing on his nerves, causing unbearable pain and
of
been a dark night, and she couldn’t see his face clearly. He had injured her arm as well, giving her a fair
stayed with him through the night, treating his condition and
she had used to treat that man, Whitney hoped they could 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
afraid, L. I’m healing you. Just imagine you’re lying in a meadow, comfortable and safe. Shall
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a lullaby, delicate
barren corners of Ludwik’s heart, bringing solace and peace.
relaxed, and he slowly wrapped his cold hand around
he realized, as the melody confirmed his suspicions.
lap, his hand still holding her wrist and resting across her belly, reminiscent of a father’s hand feeling
baby kicked gently.
daddy’s right here, but he’s sick. 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
lay the life within her, a
bit her lip, a bitter taste in her mouth.
sleeping man seemed to hear her murmurs. His hand left her wrist and found its way to her swollen belly, where he felt the gentle movements of the little one inside.
knowing he wasn’t fully aware. This moment of interaction between him and their child was precious. “L,
body seeking warmth even in
clung weakly to Whitney’s belly, as if it were a sanctuary of warmth.
delirium, he mistook
high,” she whispered, feeling a chill envelop her.
get well, to smile at me again.”
silver needle, as she looked
miss the cookies you used to make, I could never have enough when
slipped into
Whitney’s pale hand covered
to bear this child and bring
tears, Whitney picked up the
more needles into his pressure points, Ludwik’s violent state gradually diminished.
the intensive care unit, there
by the main door, close enough to see through the small window, listening enviously to the conversations between Whitney
his sleep, her heart eased. Whitney’s treatment was
the hallway
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