Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 231

Ludwik was no doctor, but he could not shake the memory of her biting him, the knife she’d wielded, and the state she’d left Elaine in.

Maybe the stress had truly taken its toll, and she was sick.

He had heard of postpartum depression, of mothers killing their own children, then themselves.

His kids were his only consolation, and he was determined to see them born, to raise them himself. These two little lives could not be jeopardized. It was also the last bond between him and that damned woman.

“If she really has depression, what’s the best treatment without affecting the baby’s health?”

“I suggest we isolate her. She’s been hurting people left and right, and this apartment in the city center… If she gets out, Ludwik, your reputation will suffer. They’ll say you’re holding her captive. Since you want her to have the child, Bryce can’t meddle anymore, but he’ll be out eventually,” Elaine said, hitting the nail on the head.

Ludwik’s gaze turned icy; keeping her here was not a long–term solution.

Once Bryce was released, he would surely come looking for her, and Ludwik would not allow that man to bother her again!

He had also been contemplating hiding her away.

He frowned and said, “Whether she’s ill or not, let’s get a professional diagnosis. Call Dr. William from the mansion over.”

Elaine’s eyes darkened. Ludwik was always extremely cautious about that woman!

She nodded slightly. “I’ll make the call.”

Dr. William was a physician Ludwik had hired to check on his mother.

Elaine greeted Dr. William at the door with a meaningful look.

In this household, Elaine had effectively become the lady of the villa. Whitney was a thing of the past. Who to listen to was obvious to Dr. William.

doctor and pleaded, “What are you going to do now? I’m not sick; don’t think about touching

belly, panting, the picture of paranoia.

her state only

William restrained the woman and

she? Is she depressed because of stress?”

almost imperceptibly before nodding. “I’m sorry, Mr. Lippert,

hormones are high, and the recent stress has caused her to become somewhat unhinged.

up incredulously, “How could I be depressed? It’s them who infuriated me.”

to send Ms. Valentine to a private sanatorium for concentrated treatment, lest she harm

his gaze

plotting to have her

clutching her belly, and spoke to Ludwik with a sinking heart. “I can’t be depressed; I’m trained in traditional

Look at your behavior–biting, attacking, it’s a far cry from

to!” Whitney looked at the man with a cold

up, didn’t let her raise the child, would I be this angry? Ludwik, you’re

not a mental institution. Elaine means a sanatorium. Once

you’ll be out.”

to ensure the children were safely born without her

verge of madness, pointing angrily at Elaine, “Why do you keep being fooled by this woman? You believe every lie

This woman hurt your mother and now wants to

how she schemed to cause my miscarriage

Ludwik’s gaze faltered.

by jealousy then, but Ludwik and I are engaged now. You and the child

as you, claiming you’d rather die with the baby than let us have our way. How much that

was reminding Ludwik of the possible danger to the child. Sure enough, Ludwik’s suspicious gaze turned to Whitney; prenatal depression

harming the child.

is my hire, not

need to be treated. You don’t want to see me, so it’s settled. Go to the sanatorium, cooperate with the treatment,

Do you have any idea what your Elaine is planning?” Whitney’s heart was racing,