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 a
to that of
a dark night, and she couldn’t see his face clearly. He
healer’s heart, she had stayed with him through the
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
jerked violently, and Whitney soothed him with a soft voice. “Don’t be afraid, L. I’m healing
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she began to hum a lullaby, delicate and
seeping into the barren corners of Ludwik’s heart, bringing
and he slowly wrapped his cold hand around hers,
was you that night, he realized, as
on her lap, his hand still holding her wrist
kicked gently.
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
the life within her, a life she was
her lip, a bitter taste in her mouth.
the sleeping man seemed to hear her murmurs. His hand left her wrist and found its way to her swollen belly, where
knowing he wasn’t fully aware. This moment of interaction between him and their child was precious. “L, do you
Ludwik’s brow furrowed in pain, his trembling body seeking warmth even in his vulnerable state.
as if it were a sanctuary
he mistook her
is too high,” she whispered, feeling
to smile at
holding the silver needle, as she looked down at his pained
you used to make, I could never
slipped into
to puncture his skin, and finally, it dropped. Whitney’s pale hand covered her mouth tightly, muffling the broken whispers,
to bear this child and
Whitney picked up the needle and refocused on the treatment.
she placed more needles into his pressure points, Ludwik’s violent state gradually diminished.
care unit,
stood by the main door, close enough to see through the
that Ludwik was merely talking in his sleep, her heart eased. Whitney’s treatment was
the confrontation in the hallway outside ended, and the Lippert family
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