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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C–section and the B&B was reduced to ashes, all the secrets would die with Whitney in the inferno.

others?” Elaine snapped, her eyes flashing with malice as

carnage, with several of her men severely injured, some with bites or severed wrists. A

child…” Only one henchman was left unscathed, wiping blood from his eyes as he pointed

him across the face, seething with fury. “Don’t just stand there. Gather

glanced nervously around the room and commanded,

off, cursing the resilient woman who dared to

escape from that room; all she

and blood and amniotic fluid soaked the seat. She could no longer feel

road was

like relentless predators, were surely

slope, and fled in the opposite direction, vaulting over the highway

the sharp,

the coast, still within the territory of the coastal

farther away to safety for her and her baby, but a sudden gush of blood signaled the onset of labor. She

the baby’s tiny, desperate head

back, opened her legs, and began to push with all her might, with one

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pierced the night, unanswered as if swallowed

be giving birth alone

would be driven to such

them to this

of pain reminds me to hate

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 at the B&B and was

she deliver?

quickly like she was carrying

in the wrong

fuzzy, the world darkening as

baby would suffocate

haze, something surged out with a rush

child, but another surge of pain