Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 394

In the bedroom.

Tiana peeked out the door, then turned back to help Whitney up, saying, "Whitney, I think I heard Ludwik's call was from a doctor, something about his mother? He left in a hurry..." Whitney's glazed eyes slightly lifted.

Outside, Keegan's wheelchair moved past from the next room but didn't enter the bedroom.

Torin stood by as Keegan sighed deeply, his heart heavy, "Whitney's ill too. All because of the Bartels family's dirty deeds, we lost our dear Sammy... It's my fault, I'm powerless, couldn't offer her any help. Torin, I've realized, she needs to return to her roots... You mentioned the Sheldon family from Emperor City, when will Hudson come to claim her? Ludwik's unreliable, Whitney needs a family to lean on!" After the kidnapping of Sammy, Keegan desperately wished for Whitney to have strong protection to rise again.

Torin silently sighed, signing to Keegan, "It should be soon. I've sent out Ms. Parisa's token, and the head of the Sheldon family has already visited the Banyan City cemetery to pay respects. He can easily find Whitney, but for such a large family, acknowledging his daughter requires some preparation..."

Keegan understood. Whitney was born out of wedlock, and the Sheldon family, as he'd heard, was a vast dynasty from Emperor City.

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his imposing stride cutting through the corridors. The sign for Oncology loomed large, casting a shadow over Ludwik, who was told to wait here by

her ink-black hair spreading over her white dress, her lace hat knocked off, and as

dignified, rarely helped up those he bumped into. But this time, Felix wasn't by his side. Ludwik kneeled, gathering the papers, just as a nurse gasped, "There's a patient fainting over there!" Seeing no sign of her awakening, he reluctantly picked her up. Intending to leave her on a chair and move on. But

felt a strange tug at his heart, his grip loosening. The girl weakly woke, her voice clear but sad, "Thank you, sir, just... leave the papers beside me." Ludwik, indifferent, bent down to place the papers. His gaze inadvertently caught the word 'terminal', with a prognosis of one to

read the papers, standing up, her fingers

found himself

rolling down her face, soaking his sleeve. She apologized, her eyes wet yet numb, "Every patient here is prepared for the worst. Do you also have a

reminiscent of Whitney's, made Ludwik look again, his lips pressed into

about to search for an elevator, was approached by a medical assistant, "Mr. Lippert, Dr. Ford is in the lab with some experts for your mother's final consultation. Could you wait half an hour?" Ludwik's heart sank, what illness needed such consultation? He nodded, lost in thought, realizing he still held the girl's medical report. RH-negative blood type caught his eye, a rare type, the same as his mother's. The coincidence, and that face, so like Whitney's... Ludwik lit a cigarette, alone, decided to follow her. The girl was quickly surrounded by a gang in a downpour, medical

girl... born into wealth, judging by your skin. We've been watching you. Before you die,

soaking her hair and innocent face. Her expression was one of

deserted alley, masked by the sound of rain, her fate seemed sealed. Ludwik, watching from the entrance, wasn't one to interfere. Yet, gazing at that familiar face, he flicked

of an eye, his towering figure disappeared into the rain, and within moments, agonized cries filled the air as the hoodlums fell to the ground, their

lifted her gaze, her eyes wide and startled like a deer caught in headlights, she saw him. "Sir, why is it you again?" There was a mix of surprise and relief in her