Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 1295

In the nursery, only the bedside lamp was on, casting a soft glow over the crib. The gentle light shimmered across the incubator, and even the baby's cries sounded sweet and innocent in the peaceful room.

Whitney's heart felt tender and warm. From experience, she could tell the little one wasn't hurt—she was just a bit hungry and asking for milk.

She exchanged a glance with the family doctor, her lips curling into a gentle, affectionate smile. “Her temperature okay?"

"Yes, Mrs. Lippert, it's perfectly normal,” the doctor replied, a little too formally. “I've already asked the nanny to prepare her formula.”

He seemed a bit embarrassed. "I'm sorry her crying disturbed your dinner."

Even though the Lippert family doctor had come out of retirement to help, he still kept to strict old-school etiquette.

Whitney noticed his nervousness but didn't bother correcting his overly formal address.

She waved a hand. “No need to be so uptight. Just take good care of her and let us know right away if anything comes up.”

“Thank you, you're very kind. The little one is just like you already."

around the baby and

glanced down at her daughter, unsure if the doctor was just being polite or genuinely meant it. After all, the baby did share her genes—maybe she really would

about what she'd been like as a child, but she did remember how tough things had been when Sammy was born. That had been after all the chaos, escaping overseas with wounds both

weren't they? Even though Sammy had always been frail, when he was hungry, he made sure everyone knew it. His

this little girl? She was something else

of an angel? Her tiny

cute, too soft-impossible not

let her go. He

out,

one opened her mouth and tried to latch on, thinking the milk had finally arrived.

chuckled, but a strange pang of guilt flickered through her. If things had gone differently-if there hadn't been any complications-she could

lost

ready!" the nanny called, walking in with a bottle. She looked surprised to see Whitney. "Oh! You're

feed her.

took the bottle with practiced ease, nothing like