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!”

we only found this child. Whitney is gone. Jaxon followed some bloodstains on the road for

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of the blood trail goes down the slope. It might mean Whitney threw the other child off the

icily at

could not understand a

with

slope, his chilling voice asking. “Is this

Elaine feigned concern.

he

doctor, with his equipment, took a sample of the blood and tested it on the spot, then looked down. “Mr. Lippert, I’m sorry. It’s infant blood,

blankly at the

biting sea wind, the white waves crashing against the cliffs, a

could not believe

pale, and he chuckled

roadside is substantial. I think it’s Whitney. She… she ran away. Maybe she was

maybe 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 just heartless. She

be a mother.”

if there’s really a blood trail of

to the scene, returning with an unnatural tone, “Mr. Lippert, there indeed is a dragged blood trail, along with a

those were Whitney’s footprints from her earlier

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

Elaine’s storytelling. She did not want Ludwik to know Whitney was dead. By convincing him she was alive, she could fuel his

and sobbed. “Ludwik, she left you and ran away. Don’t be angry.

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my child isn’t dead.” Ludwik murmured.

his back etched with hatred. His eyes, sharp as

arms and roared, “Whitney, give me back my

no matter where you flee, to the ends of the earth, I will never let you go!”

quiet night, tearing at the stillness in his

now; the wretch only knew she was carrying a single child. He never disclosed the truth, and the