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!”

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

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blood trail goes down the

stared icily at Elaine.

a word

Felix had already turned pale, illuminating the slope with his phone, indeed spotting

the slope, his chilling voice asking. “Is this the other child’s blood? Is it?”

Elaine feigned

he snarled.

sample of the blood and tested it on the spot, then looked down. “Mr. Lippert, I’m

his surviving child, staring blankly at the edge of the cliff beneath which

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

not believe it.

lips turned pale, and he chuckled bitterly, shaking

glint in her eye, kept feeding him 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

the sanatorium and, in a fit of rage, threw the child away. Either way, to abandon one and discard the other is just

a mother.”

blood trail of someone escaping!” Ludwik’s eyes were

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

not know was that those were Whitney’s footprints from her earlier escape.

Whitney, having jumped with the

was up to Elaine’s storytelling. She did not want Ludwik to know Whitney was dead. By convincing him

a smirk hidden 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 its mother

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child isn’t dead.”

back etched with hatred. His eyes, sharp as blades, were vulnerable as he

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

and no matter where you

quiet night, tearing at the stillness

knew she was carrying a single child. He never disclosed the truth, and the hospital reports were