Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 239

“It’s yours! Whitney went into premature birth right here! I’m so sorry. Ludwik. I’m late. Whitney’s disappeared, leaving this tiny thing behind with no one to cry for it. It’s so small, barely crying or breathing.”

Blood seemed to drain from Ludwik’s veins.

Whitney had given birth prematurely? And she was gone? She left their child here?

The onslaught of information pummeled his mind.

His heart sank as he sprinted to Elaine’s side. The woman, her face marred by injuries, was holding a flashlight, desperately shining it on the ground. “The baby’s too small. I didn’t dare touch it. Ashton called and said he got through to you, so I just waited for you.”

Ludwik’s gaze fell to the stone beneath which lay a bundle of fear and vulnerability, his pupils reddening with a murderous rage.

How pitiful was this wrinkled little being, not even wrapped in a swaddle, just abandoned like trash beneath the stones, shivering in the bone–chilling spring night and the piercing sea breeze.

At that moment, Ludwik’s heart, no matter how cold or.tough, crucified Whitney for her sin.

The child he and his mother had so eagerly anticipated.

Even after Whitney’s betrayals, he still wanted this child, wanted it to live.

Now lying there, small enough to fit in his palm, covered in blood, nearly transparent, quivering slightly in the cold wind.

Ludwik’s eyes turned red.

His hands trembled as he slowly bent down, gingerly picking up the newborn, placing it securely in the expanse of his fatherly arms, wrapping his coat around its frail body, his lips pressed in a grim line, his voice damp with emotion, “Daddy’s here now, I’m sorry, kiddo.”

“Mr. Lippert…” Felix said, noticing his stunned and frightening demeanor..

“Get the doctor from the cabin over here, now!” Ludwik bellowed, his temples throbbing with rage as he stood up, like a lion gone mad, scouring the woods.

“Felix, find her. There’s another one; they’re twins; find the other one!”

Felix sensed his desperation. A towering man, yet there were tears in his eyes.

“Mr. Lippert, keep it together. I’ll find Ms. Valentine right away!”

looking!” Elaine came over, sobbing, “When Jaxon and I got here, we only found this child. Whitney is gone. Jaxon followed some bloodstains on the road for dozens of meters before they

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the blood trail goes down the slope. It might

icily at Elaine.

could not understand a word she was saying.

illuminating the slope with his phone,

dragged the doctor down the slope, his chilling voice asking.

calm down,” Elaine feigned

he

the blood and tested it on the spot, then looked down.

numb, holding his surviving child, staring blankly at the edge of

waves crashing

could not believe it.

turned pale, and he chuckled bitterly, shaking his head in denial.

the roadside is substantial. I think it’s Whitney. She… she ran away. Maybe she was trying to escape the sanatorium in a hurry to save Bryce? She didn’t even care about

she hated you for keeping her in the sanatorium and, in a fit of rage, threw the child away. Either way, to abandon one and discard the other is

be a

there’s really a blood trail of someone escaping!”

“Mr. Lippert, there indeed is a

was that those were

venomous glance down the cliff. Whitney, having jumped with the child,

was up to Elaine’s storytelling. She did not want Ludwik to know

inside, she set her trap and sobbed. “Ludwik, she left you and ran away. Don’t be angry. It’s just that this child is truly pitiful, abandoned by

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child isn’t

tall, now knelt powerless at the edge of the cliff, his back etched with hatred. His eyes, sharp as blades, were vulnerable

in his arms and roared, “Whitney,

heartless witch, you’ve killed my child, and no matter where you flee, to the ends of

night, tearing

single child. He never disclosed the truth, and the hospital reports were