Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 266

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"Sammy, where are you?!" Panic clawed its way up Whitney's face in an instant.

Just as she was about to dash out in search, the wardrobe door creaked embarrassingly open, revealing a defiant little head. "Mommy... I'm here."

Whitney stared at the double-tiered wardrobe, baffled as to how her child had managed to climb up there. Why on earth would he hide so high up due to fear?

Her face darkened slightly as she grabbed a chair to stand on, lifting her son down. Her mouth twitched as she said, "Buddy, how did you get up there?"

Daniel glanced at the towering wardrobe, a flash of embarrassment crossing his little face. It was Ludwik's bellowing outside that had scared him. He'd only been reunited with his mom for a few hours and hadn't even had his fill of hugs. He didn't want to be dragged back! But when his old man showed up and then left without even noticing his lost little treasure, he could only pout slightly and cling to Whitney's legs, resorting to a little white lie, "I got scared because you weren't in the room!"

Whitney paused, Sammy usually wasn't this timid. He was often the first to run to her side and protect her. Could it be he was still adjusting to being back home?

Sensing his mommy's questioning gaze, Danny straightened up and huffed, "Is that guy gone? Do you want me to handle him?"

Whitney was momentarily speechless - you were hiding way up there. She smiled and laid her son back on the bed, "I've already handled him. Let's get back to sleep."

"Who is he, anyway?" If daddy came to see mommy alone, that meant they weren't completely out of touch. Danny was curious.

"Just a garbage man," Whitney lied without a hint of courtesy.

was up early. She had arranged to meet with Bryce, the lawyer her uncle

home to discuss the case. "I've had a look at the case, and the judgment against my uncle was made too hastily; there are clearly

has been in prison for three years. I've investigated, and he's always followed the rules, participated in rehabilitation programs, and got along well with others. A month ago, the victim, Lyle, was sentenced to five years and was placed in the same cell as your uncle. The crime took place in the prison shower room. Other inmates said there was serious friction between Keegan and

"A man who suddenly gets jailed and then 'killed' by my uncle? It doesn't

amputation and wasn't in good health, regularly visiting the prison hospital. If they fought, Keegan

more suspicious. Three years ago, I told my uncle to serve his time positively, and I would get him out. It makes no sense for him to start trouble in

would he craft such a weapon? And why was Lyle his cellmate all

solitary confinement, and Lyle got transferred

was pulling strings behind the scenes. For three years, as her uncle served his sentence without any family on the outside, it would have been easy for Elaine to stage a setup from within the prison walls. "Our immediate priority is to see Keegan. The prison is a force in this case; Keegan's testimony might be tampered with. We need to interview him personally to break through the details, which could be the turning

"I'll figure something out to see my uncle as soon as possible. For the case, I'll need you

Kelvin nodded and left.

two breakfasts: sunny-side-up eggs on toast. Turning around, she saw the little guy standing barefoot in the bedroom doorway, rubbing his eyes in confusion.

Ludwik's strict upbringing, Danny had rarely slept in past sunrise since he was

on clothes?" Whitney scooped him up and settled him on her knee with a sigh. Used to being pampered, Danny stretched out his arms, expecting to be dressed as his maids usually did. Whitney blinked but quickly dressed him and pointed

normally took three minutes stretched into ten today. The little one sat down for breakfast, eyeing the two plain servings of eggs on toast. Back in the mansion, he wouldn't even glance at such a breakfast. Yet here it was, surprisingly delicious! Danny's little stomach, which rarely saw such

good, huh?" Whitney

said coolly with

did his tone sound just like

the bathroom and stopped dead in her tracks. There was toothpaste splattered everywhere, and the little stool

her son, in the throes of adjustment, was

with her son, "Mommy has to step out for a bit and I'll be back around noon. Can my Sammy stay home