Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 401

Danny tried to keep his voice even, giving nothing away as he calmly said, "Dad's gotta catch up with Grandma for a bit. You head on home." "But what about your injury..."

"It's nothing." After all, the person he cared about the most didn't seem to care about him anymore.

When Ludwik arrived at the hospital, Natalie was still awake, stuffing a cotton pad up her nose to stop the bleeding.

Seeing her son, she complained with a hint of annoyance, "These doctors are making such a fuss. It's just a nosebleed, and they've dragged you here?"

Ludwik remained silent, simply sitting by her bedside and holding her hand tightly, asking carefully, "How are you feeling? Any discomfort? Headaches?"

"Just a bit dizzy, and I felt nauseous after lunch. Weird, huh?" the elderly woman chuckled. "Aren't I supposed to be recovering? How come I'm getting nosebleeds? But don't you worry, a few months of rest and I should be out of here." Ludwik remained silent, his heart filled with a mix of unease and sorrow.

He pressed his lips tightly together, giving away nothing as he nodded, "Yes, Mom will definitely get better."

"That's right. I've still got to give you those grandkids. Missed the chance with the first two, but I'll make sure to catch up with the next ones," Natalie tried to lighten his mood.

Little did she know, she had hit a sore spot for him that evening.

Ludwik took a deep, shaky breath, unable to speak before Natalie's nose started bleeding again, the cotton instantly soaked red.

His eyes, already reddened, filled with panic. "Dr. Ford!"

After a chaotic rush to stabilize her, Natalie drifted into a drowsy sleep.

Ludwik stood tall but isolated outside the hospital room, gazing through the window at his mother.

Dr. Ford, trying to sound cautious yet unable to hide his urgency, said, "Once the nosebleeds start, it indicates the condition is worsening. Natalie's bone marrow is failing to produce blood. If this continues, she'll soon face other complications. Mr. Lippert, how did your conversation go with the donor? I've taken another blood sample from Natalie tonight. Her red blood cells and platelets are dropping fast. She needs to start receiving blood transfusions to keep her alive! We should aim to do it this month... Once we stabilize her condition with continuous transfusions without causing severe complications, we can plan for the bone marrow transplant in six months. That could save her life."

Ludwik took a deep breath, pressing his hand against his forehead. He hadn't expected it to come so quickly.

Seeing his mother's nosebleed and the need for emergency care had shaken him deeply. Dr. Ford's words snapped the last thread of hope he was clinging to. He numbly opened his mouth, "I understand."

what Ludwik meant

donor worldwide. You really can't afford to

Ludwik at a bar

Ludwik's slender fingers, "Ludwik, your

women have to be so heartless, cutting ties so easily, withdrawing whenever they please?" Ludwik muttered

helpless look,

and reserved, it was unlike him to speak of love and heartbreak, so

But, Ludwik, you haven't even started trying to win her back yet. How can you let her harsh words

cold, "I wanted to, but there's no chance now. She's told me to give

pain silenced

frowned, "She's probably more upset about those photos and the misunderstanding they caused. Ludwik, you're not actually a jerk. Why would you even be near other women under normal circumstances? What's really going

to reveal anything about his mother's illness, not wanting Whitney to catch even a hint

"It's just a misunderstanding."

circumstances, he wouldn't come close to other women. Elaine had deceived him three years ago, pretending to be a

a misunderstanding, stay away from

let out a deep, sorrowful laugh, "Afraid that's not

he collapsed onto

matter how Nolan and Parker tried, they couldn't get him to move. He kept muttering 'Whitney' in a mix of stubbornness and resentment, eventually turning into desperate whispers, like a man heartbroken, unwilling to let go of something

Nolan couldn't help but feel a mix of sympathy and confusion. What had gotten into

almost

the night, Ludwik was vomiting from alcohol poisoning and

strong man had crumbled, leading Nolan to secretly call Whitney

a long wait, a hoarse voice answered, "Nolan, what is

drunk..." Ludwik slurred, looking at the IV drip, weakly

before he could express his

"Don't freak out, man. You didn't lose any teeth. Take

as though his blood

body was now gone, replaced by the cold drip of an IV, each drop flowing

that made him shiver, drowning all his

in the hospital bed. She could ignore him, while at home, fussing over Bryce's so-called