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!”

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

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

stared icily at Elaine.

could not understand a word she was saying.

the slope with his phone, indeed

his gaze fiery, dragged the doctor down the slope, his chilling voice asking. “Is this the

calm down,” Elaine

he snarled.

it on the spot, then

was numb, holding his surviving child, staring blankly at the edge of the cliff beneath which lay the endless

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

could not

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

a cold 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

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

a mother.”

blood trail of someone escaping!” Ludwik’s

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

not know was that those

cliff. Whitney, having jumped with the child, was unlikely to

did not want Ludwik to know

away. Don’t be angry. It’s just that this child is truly pitiful,

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child isn’t

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

the child in his arms and roared, “Whitney, give me back my other child!”

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

roar shattered the quiet night, tearing at

carrying a single child.