Love beyond the mask (Whitney)

Chapter 249

Over at the other end, the response came quickly. [Seen your patient already?]

[What game are you playing?]

Orion burst into laughter, then replied, [Why do you have to assume the worst about me? Whitney, I

know what you’re back in town for, and I’m helping you out. Think about it. My big brother’s weird

illness, I heard Elaine had seen all the top doctors to no avail. How did your treatment fare today?]

He teased her.

Whitney did not want to recall that scene.

[You just love to stir the pot, don’t you?]

Orion called her directly, clearly in high spirits, speaking with a deep tone, “Whitney, it’s time to repay

the favor from three years ago. You promised me something, and now that you’re back, let’s meet up

and sign that work contract!”

Whitney, of course, knew that a favor from Orion was not something to be taken lightly.

She furrowed her brows and stood up to change her clothes. “I won’t back out of the contract. Where’s

the meeting?”

Orion gave her an address, and Whitney hung up, grabbing her bag and heading out the door.

Being a doctor was just a side gig, but now it seemed like part of Orion’s scheme.

She descended the stairs.

Into the hospital corridor below.

“Ludwik!” A child’s voice, milky yet firm, called out.

Ludwik and Felix had just reached the Bentley when they saw his son, looking Father displeased,

running towards them, accompanied by a bodyguard.

The little one’s delicate features caught the eye of every nurse in the corridor, making them wonder

whose handsome son he could be.

As the nurses caught sight of his father, dashing and imposing, they instantly understood. Murmurs of

envy filled the air.

Ludwik turned, his brow furrowed as he walked back, his face somber. “Why aren’t you at school? Why

did you follow me here?”

“I didn’t follow you. The lunch at preschool was terrible. You cook for me!”

Daniel Lippert, with his backpack slung over his shoulders and arms crossed, looked insolently

at his father.

Ludwik scooped him up in one arm, heading towards the car with a helpless twist of his brow. “With that

sharp tongue, how do you manage at school?”

“If you don’t cook, I won’t eat. Your choice.” His son was aloof, pushing at his arm, wanting to get

down.

Speechless, Ludwik pressed down on his brow.

Felix quickly tried to smooth things over and chuckled. “Our Danny here is the number one fan of Mr.

Lippert’s cooking. Mr. Lippert, why don’t you indulge him and cook a meal before heading to the

office?”

This gave both Ludwik and Daniel a way out without losing their dignity.

Ludwik remained silent.

The little guy pressed his lips, and when no one was looking, he stole a quick glance at his dad.

When his father looked his way, he stubbornly pouted his small mouth again.

Ludwik’s expression softened, and he reached out to pull him along. “Let’s go.”

“I’m not that hungry. Slow down.” Daniel grumbled.

However, Ludwik was thinking of the callous and heartless woman upstairs. If she saw that he had a

son, knowing her malicious ways, she would only cause trouble.

He would never let Daniel come into contact with such a horrible woman; she was unfit to be a

mother.

Thinking of another son in the graveyard, a chill swept over Ludwik. The little warmth he had felt

upstairs vanished as he placed his son in the car. The door slammed shut, and the vehicle roared

away.

Whitney’s steps halted at the top of the stairs. Had she just heard a young voice calling ‘Ludwik‘?

More importantly, that voice sounded eerily like her own son, Sammy!

After a moment of distraction, she hurried down the stairs, only to see the nurses gazing with glowing

eyes toward the parking lot.

Whitney walked over as if drawn by some force and caught a glimpse of the Bentley.

The car was speeding past her, too fast to see clearly.

In a fleeting moment, she was taken aback. In the rear window, there seemed to be a little boy with a

side profile that resembled Sammy.

Whitney stared at the vanishing car, blinking, unsure if she had imagined it. Her heart felt an

inexplicable pang, and she clutched at her clothing, taking a deep breath, her brows knit together.

17:08

Was that Bentley Ludwik’s? The license plate was different from three years ago.

That child in the car…

Had she seen wrong?

Feeling uneasy, she returned to the corridor and immediately pulled out her phone to make an

international video call. She wanted to see her son.

The call connected quickly, and Yael’s voice came through, “Whitney, it’s daytime over there. right?

Why are you calling at this time?”

“Where’s Sammy?”

“Wow, Mommy, you remember you have a treasure like me? You sneaked back to the country and

didn’t even tell me; I’m a bit upset, you know.”

Sammy’s warm voice came through, and although he claimed to be upset, his eyes curved into a smile

that was strikingly similar to that man’s.

Exquisitely beautiful, it was hard to imagine how many hearts he would break when he grew up.

Whitney, somewhat helplessly, tugged at the corner of her mouth. “I took on a patient and had to come

back for a while.”

“You didn’t go back to get revenge on that scumbag dad, did you? That patient isn’t him, is it?” Sammy

joked calmly.

Whitney looked incredulously at his little face. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

The kid must be just talking nonsense, right? How could he be so spot–on?

Seeing the change in his mother’s eyes, Sammy shifted his gaze slyly. “I’m kidding. Didn’t my dad die a

long time ago? You said he was struck by lightning for all his bad deeds.”

“Erm, yeah, struck dead long ago. Once I’m done with this busy period, I’ll bring you back. It’s not

stable here yet, so be good, okay?”

Sammy, of course, knew what his mother meant by unstable.

He pretended to be harmless and smiled. “I’m Mommy’s good boy. I won’t cause you any

trouble.”

Then, he turned and planted a kiss on Yael, “Auntie, I’m heading back to my room for a nap!”

Once in his room, the little guy pulled out a modified laptop from under the bed and calmly booked the

soonest flight.

He also contacted some local hacker friends. The three–and–a–half–year–old’s eyes glinted with

cunning intelligence.

After hanging up the call, Whitney sighed.

Her Sammy was safe and sound abroad. The fleeting glimpse in the car must have been her

imagination.

If there really was a child, it was probably Elaine’s, as Bryce’s gossip suggested.

Was he not supposedly infertile? Maybe they used IVF.

Whitney cut off her train of thought. She had already given up; why dwell on these things?

A chill edged her smile as she tugged at her mouth, got into her car, and drove towards the destination

Orion had mentioned.

…

In the Bentley, in the backseat, the little boy kept his gaze out the window.

Ludwik, having finished his paperwork, looked up, his brow creased. “What’s so interesting out there

that you keep staring? It’s cold outside. You’ll catch a cold, you know?”

“You sound like an old man, you know that?” Daniel retorted.

If it were not for the fact that the kid looked as if he were on death’s door, Ludwik would have knocked

him one already.

Daniel turned his head, his bright eyes blinked, revealing a long fringe of lashes as he bit his lip and

said, “Right after the car pulled out, there was this woman standing behind us, just staring at me!”

Ludwik paused for a moment, his gaze sharpening.

Suddenly, Daniel asked, “Is that woman…*

“Nobody!” His tone was icy as he hoisted his son up, making him look straight ahead. “The world’s full

of kidnappers, kid! The prettier they are, the meaner they get. Always remember, keep your distance

from those types!”