Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 1144

Parisa felt like she was trapped in a dense fog, her body wracked with pain, making it hard to grasp what was real and what was not. Was she in some afterlife, or was she still clinging on to life?

Just then, a tear-filled voice cut through the haze, a voice calling out, "Mom."

The word jolted Parisa's foggy mind. She struggled to find clarity, but the flood of emotions within her was overwhelming. Her eyes, despite the pain, welled up with tears as she tried to focus on the source of the voice.

Whitney watched her mother try to lift her head and knew she had heard her. "Mom, it's me, Whitney," she said, her voice trembling. She rushed over, gently cradling Parisa's head in her hands.

Parisa's striking features were mostly hidden by the oxygen mask. She felt weak, unable to move, but the sound of her daughter's voice, full of tears, pierced through her heart. With all her strength, she forced her eyes open to look at Whitney.

The moment she saw Whitney's face, those features so much like her own, Parisa's tears began to spill over. The same delicate eyebrows and almond- shaped eyes-there was no mistaking it. This was her daughter.

"You..." Parisa tried to speak through the mask, her voice a muddle of emotions, trying to ask the question burning in her heart.

Whitney's tears fell too, landing on the arm that connected them. She nodded, her voice breaking, "Mom, it's me. I'm your daughter, the one you thought you lost all those years ago."

She had finally found her daughter. Even if this was her last moment, she could leave with no regrets. Her fingers, encumbered by medical wires, found

hot and flowing, soaked into

said, wiping away her mother's tears with tenderness. Her voice was a mix of disbelief and heartache. "I always thought you were gone in that explosion with Grandpa. We

brother, her grip on Whitney's wrist tightening with

to you, didn't she? But it's okay, Uncle's fine. I can call him right now, have

her eyes. She tightened her

It was warmth, a connection she had longed for, finally realized. After all, it had been such a struggle for her

nothing but joy at their reunion, the thrill of having her

took me so long to

noticed you were getting suspicious, they tried to kill you. We were too late to stop them from

clutched Whitney's wrist, her heart heavy with remorse. She shook her head, tears in her eyes, her gaze turning cold

had pushed her, and the horror of their cruelty in the cave, forcing her to

mask and the monitors, soothing her mother, "You can't talk now. Don't worry, Bryce and Florence

a steely resolve as she