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!”

Jaxon and I got here, we only found this child. Whitney is gone. Jaxon followed some bloodstains on

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blood trail goes down the slope.

icily at

not understand a word she was saying.

illuminating the slope with

slope, his chilling voice asking. “Is this the

calm down,” Elaine feigned concern.

he snarled.

took a sample of the blood and tested it on the spot, then

holding his surviving child, staring blankly at the edge

of early spring, the biting sea wind, the white waves crashing against the cliffs, a distant ship twinkling

could not believe

pale, and he chuckled bitterly,

lies. “The blood on 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

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

a mother.”

a blood trail of someone

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

they did not know was that those were Whitney’s

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

buried, and it was up to Elaine’s storytelling. She did not want Ludwik to know

she set her trap and sobbed. “Ludwik, she left you and ran away. Don’t

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isn’t dead.” Ludwik

eyes, sharp as blades, were vulnerable as he stared

child in his arms and roared, “Whitney, give me back my

killed my child, and no matter where you flee, to the ends

night, tearing at the stillness in his gaze.

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