Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 1191

"Who are you calling stupid? Isn't it you?" Emma shot back, her eyes flashing with anger.

Florence's body lay there, a sight so grim it made everyone's stomach turn. Emma turned on Whitney, her voice rising with accusation, "Whitney, don't blame your grandmother for calling you heartless-it's just the truth! After Florence was arrested, I tried to reach out to you, begged for your help! But you? You disappeared, hid away, dragged your father into it too, and made sure none of us could find you! No matter what Florence did to your mother, Parisa is still alive, isn't she? So why did you have to be so cruel, Whitney? Florence died in that cell before she even got a fair trial!"

"For the last time, her death has nothing to do with me," Whitney replied, her words sharp as ice.

"It had to be you! Now that you're the one with all the power around here, of course you'd never admit it. I bet even the cops are too scared of Ludwik to actually call you out!" Holly yelled, jabbing her finger at Whitney's face, her voice shrill.

Holly knew the only one who might help her now was Emma. The old lady didn't have any official power, but everyone knew Emma ran the Sheldon family behind the scenes. Holly was desperate-if she could stir Emma's anger, maybe she could make Whitney's life hell in the Sheldon family.

"Oh, I have power now? Maybe I'll use it to throw you out, keep you from even handling your daughter's remains. Sounds like something I could do, don't you think?" Whitney replied coolly, brushing Holly's finger away.

Holly was shaking with rage, nearly stumbling, her voice breaking as she started

were you, Holly? Hiding in the shadows, hoping nobody would notice? But now, suddenly, you're proud to claim Florence as your daughter? Is she even really your daughter? Because if not,

shouted, "What are you saying? How can you be so cruel? Florence is dead because of you,

sobbed even harder, turning to Emma for

police officers and the prison guard who had brought the body, her voice steady and clear. "Excuse me, can I see the body? I want

touch Florence!"

holding Holly back with a

officer, a loyal friend to Ludwik, gave Whitney a nod. "Ms. Valentine, if you're sure

pulled back

everywhere, her head twisted at an unnatural angle. She must have died instantly,