Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 602

Before Ryan could even utter a response, Ludwik, with his mother in tow, strode into his home. At the top of the stairs, Sammy made an appearance.

Natalie, standing midway up the staircase, had her eyes widen in shock. "Danny... no, wait!"

She had met Sammy before, even been kidnapped alongside him. In that ordeal, she had lost her bright and heartwarming grandson!

Natalie couldn't forget Sammy's face - every frown, every smile, every gesture!

"Sammy? Ludwik, Ludwik... is this child Sammy?" Tears fiercely fell from Natalie's eyes, her gaze turning fierce with emotion, "Sammy, is he back?!"

"Yes, mother," Ludwik confirmed to Natalie.

"Sammy, you were kidnapped trying to protect your grandma, weren't you happy to see her? She underwent a spinal surgery and has recovered," Ludwik's gaze pierced through to Sammy. The corners of Sammy's eyes reddened with suppressed emotion.

Ludwik, that cunning man, knew exactly how to play his cards, using the grandmother to test him.

Sammy almost lost his composure.

Tightening his grip, Sammy averted his gaze from his grandmother, his expression turning indifferent, "Ludwik, I'm here for you."

With that, the little guy turned and retreated back into his room.

Ludwik, trying to soothe his overly emotional mother, glanced at Ryan, "Help her downstairs. Mother, I'll have the driver take you home."

"But Ludwik, why is Sammy here? Why doesn't he acknowledge me, he..." Natalie was bursting with questions.

Rubbing his temples, Ludwik had decided on a whim to bring his mother today, partly to trigger Sammy's memories.

And partly because he was done hiding Sammy away.

Today was Whitney's wedding.

A storm of emotions whirled in Ludwik's eyes, chilling and tumultuous, yet as calm as a frozen lake.

tidy, with Sammy sitting alone on a chair by the bed, his posture

he show

your memory? Do you know I'm

approached Sammy, bending slightly to

know who

a cold smile as

suit, Ludwik appeared too solemn and imposing, his eyes shadowed

tailored, his jacket sharp, with a hint of formality in its

neck,

wasn't needed unless attending

in black, elegant yet cold, a

"Dad, are you heading to Banyan City today? Go. I hope you go. I hope you bring mom back." Because Sammy intuitively felt that the

everything together yet, so he couldn't show his hand. Recognizing his

He needed to stay.

at Sammy's words. 'Dad, mom,' he articulated

Sammy truly regained his

grasped his son's slender shoulder, intending to pull him close, "What did you just say? Sammy, repeat it for me! Your dad wants to

grip, remaining silent, his clear eyes returning to an indifferent state as he

his father's hand away and looking

knew, regardless of today's confrontation, his dad had

on mom, and he would

Sammy felt at peace.

Say something... talk

not fully recovered, Ludwik. I can't leave here," Sammy spoke, gazing

tone, and logic deepened Ludwik's

beyond

found a reason

a reason, he would appear at

to ashes,

agony, working tirelessly didn't ease

feelings for Whitney were

he would rather destroy everything