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!”

over, sobbing, “When Jaxon and I got here, we only found this child. Whitney is gone.

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

icily at Elaine.

understand a word

pale, illuminating the slope with his phone, indeed spotting a 6–foot–long

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

Elaine

up,” he

tested it on the spot, then looked down. “Mr. Lippert, I’m sorry. It’s infant blood, still fresh.”

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

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

not

lips turned pale, and he chuckled bitterly, shaking his head

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

a mother.”

trail of someone escaping!” Ludwik’s eyes were livid.

“Mr. Lippert, there indeed is a dragged blood trail,

was that those were Whitney’s footprints

having jumped with the child, was

storytelling. She did not want Ludwik to know Whitney was dead. By

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

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child isn’t

edge of the cliff, his back etched with hatred. His eyes, sharp as blades, were vulnerable as he stared at the sea, hating with a voracity that

his arms and roared,

other child? Where! You heartless witch, you’ve killed my child, and no matter where you

night, tearing at the

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