Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 1097

Whitney barely had time to explain. She felt the urgency of the moment pressing down on her like a heavy weight.

Ludwik's hunch had been spot on. Her grandfather's grave had been disturbed as

well.

This proved that the trail to her mother might lead her by just a step.

Her hope was to intercept her mother in Banyan City, reunite with her, and finally reveal the truth-that she had been deceived by others!

Supporting Keegan, she helped him into the car. The night was as dark as ink, the oppressive atmosphere mirroring Whitney's anxious and intense state of mind.

It wasn't long before Whitney reached the Valentine family mansion.

She ran ahead, instructing the bodyguards to keep a close watch on her uncle. Her eyes, cold and piercing, scanned the decrepit, unlit gates of the mansion. It seemed that over the past three years, Preston and Yvonne had gotten their just deserts.

Pushing open the gate, she noticed an old car parked in the front yard.

A dim light flickered in the living room.

Voices echoed inside!

sharp eyes and boldly stepped inside, hoping that there were more than just the Valentine family members present, perhaps even the one

the sound of a heated argument reached her

out in fear, "Do you think I wanted to find you? If it weren't for her coming back, I wouldn't have bothered even if you died out

say she's alive, but where

around the living room, his face twisted with anger and impatience. "There's no one here! Have you

afternoon, I felt like someone

raced, unable to remain calm any longer. She burst into the room, demanding, "Yvonne, Preston, who are you talking about? Her? Are you

"Ah... Parisa!"

dim lighting and her already shaken nerves made Yvonne jump at the sight of Whitney. On closer inspection, it wasn't her mother, but

brat... Whitney, why are you

her eyes, demanding, "Why am I back? Did you mistake me for my mother? So she's really alive

demeanor made Yvonne

of the living room, surprised to see Whitney, but quickly turned to block her

second-floor landing,

concealed

call, lowering his voice to a whisper, "Mr.