Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 237

At the airport in the South, Ludwik stepped off the plane and immediately turned on his laptop, eager to check the live feed from the sanatorium’s surveillance system.

But the connection was frustratingly spotty, the feed lagging in real–time.

His gaze was icy as worry creased his brow. Without a moment’s hesitation, he dialed the sanatorium.

The director picked up, his voice hesitant and filled with excuses about poor reception in the mountains and ongoing repairs.

Meanwhile, Felix was rambling on about a litany of issues cropping up at the factory,

Yet, Ludwik, standing tall and imposing in the midst of the bustling airport, paid him no mind. A chill surrounded him, his brow twitching with unease.

Suddenly, his phone pinged with a notification.

An unfamiliar number with an international prefix – probably spam?

It rang just once!

For reasons Ludwik could not fathom, he found it unsettling and impulsively tried to call back, but it would not go through.

What the hell was going on?

Something felt very wrong tonight. His right eye twitched, a premonition of impending trouble.

“Mr. Lippert? Mr. Lippert?” Felix called out several times before getting his attention.

Ludwik slowly turned, noticing an inexplicable film of sweat on his palm. “I can’t connect to the sanatorium’s feed. Damn it, what good are they if they can’t get this right? Forget the factory issues. I need to go back.”

Taken aback by Mr. Lippert’s unusual demeanor and evident agitation – he had not rested at all on the flight – Felix did not dare say more and immediately instructed the airport manager, “Prepare Mr. Lippert’s private jet for a return flight.”

“Plot the shortest course. Get me there in two hours. And find out what’s going on at the sanatorium!” Ludwik ordered, pinching the bridge of his nose as he strode back to the cabin.

“What did you say? Imbeciles! She was in labor, and you let her escape?!” Elaine could hardly believe the call from her henchman.

Fuming with rage, she had left the scene to cover her tracks and was busy planting ‘evidence‘ to’turn tonight’s events in her favor. She even planned to cast herself as the ‘victim‘ of a kidnapping by Whitney and Tiana.

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B&B was reduced to ashes, all the secrets

snapped, her eyes flashing with malice as she spun

her men severely injured, some with bites or severed

weren’t here. That dying woman was terrifying. She fought us tooth and nail to protect her child…” Only one henchman was left unscathed, wiping blood from his eyes as he pointed toward the back road from the B&B. “She took a scalpel and car keys. She was

seething with fury. “Don’t just stand there. Gather everyone and find her! Kill her on sight, and make it

the room and commanded, “And burn this place to the ground.”

woman

her a blur. She could not recall how she managed to escape from that room; all she knew was that

throbbed, and blood and amniotic fluid soaked the seat. She could no longer feel her baby moving; if

The road was pitch black, deserted.

her, Elaine’s men, like relentless predators, were surely on her trail.

sending it careening down a slope, and fled in the opposite direction, vaulting over the highway barrier into the trees lining the

sharp, salty sea breeze cut through the air.

was near the coast, still within the territory of

of blood signaled the onset

the baby’s tiny, desperate head pressing down,

tore a piece of cloth and stuffed it in her mouth. In the bone–chilling wind, she lay back, opened her legs, and began to push with all her might, with one hand holding the knife and the other clenching

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night, unanswered as if swallowed by the vast

that one day she would be giving birth alone in the wilderness, secretly enduring all the pain and torment to save her

be driven to such despair by a

had led them to

to hate you. I hate you,

slipped away under the intense agony, Whitney, drenched in sweat, bit down on the cloth, her mouth filling with blood. She had no strength left; she was gravely injured

she deliver?

like she was carrying twins, but the doctor had said it was

the baby in the wrong

growing fuzzy, the world darkening as she forced herself

would

haze, something surged out with a

for her child, but another surge of pain wracked her