Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

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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.

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down the

stared icily at Elaine.

understand a

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

doctor down the slope, his chilling voice

down,” Elaine feigned concern.

he snarled.

took a sample of the blood and tested it on the

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

chill of early spring, the biting sea wind, the white waves

not

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

with 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 was trying to escape the

and, in a fit of rage, threw the child

a

a blood trail of someone escaping!”

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

that those were Whitney’s footprints from her

glance down the cliff. Whitney, having

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

“Ludwik, she left you and ran away. Don’t be angry. It’s just that this child is truly pitiful, abandoned by its mother right after birth.”

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child isn’t dead.”

eyes, sharp as blades, were

his arms and roared, “Whitney, give me

witch, you’ve killed my child, and no matter where you flee,

the quiet night, tearing at the stillness in his gaze.

knew she was carrying a single child. He never disclosed

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