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.

---

who was told to wait here by his

She too fell, her ink-black hair spreading over her white dress,

gasped, "There's a patient fainting over there!" Seeing no sign of

clear but sad, "Thank you, sir, just... leave the

She seemed surprised he read the papers,

found himself

sleeve. She apologized, her eyes wet yet numb, "Every patient here is prepared for the worst. Do

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

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

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

a wall, the rain soaking her hair and innocent face. Her expression was one of despair and resignation, not even struggling,

from the entrance,

within moments, agonized cries filled the air as

"Sir, why is it you again?" There was a mix of surprise and relief in her tone. Grateful, she navigated her way past the groaning thugs towards the tall figure of Ludwik. The girl coughed violently