Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139 

Whitney’s breath hitched as the man’s brooding exhalation traveled across the phone line. He didn’t hung up, which meant he’d give her a few seconds to explain. 

“Listen, this is the last time I went to see him,” Whitney rushed to explain. “I needed to retrieve a family heirloom from him, something of my grandpa’s. Then I have to track down my uncle. He’s all the family I have left. And I’ve got it now, so can you please not get all jealous?” 

The man on the other end paused, his voice still frosty, “Looking for family? Fine, I’ll forgive you. Now get yourself home!” 

“I’m on my way,” she muttered, driving with a mixture of irritation and resignation. “You’re being paranoid. Everyone has some secrets, and you’ve already dug into mine. But you…” 

Whitney trailed off, her thoughts suddenly snagging on something Elaine had said before leaving–something utterly baffling. 

She’d hinted that ‘L‘ was harboring a secret about someone who had once saved his life. 

Whitney pursed her lips, blurting out without thinking, “And speaking of the past, what about you? Do you harbor someone in your heart?” 

Silence came from the other end of the line. 

Then the flight attendant’s announcement filtered through. 

Felix reminded him that it was time to board his plane. 

His response to Whitney was clipped. “Enough talk. I’m off on a business trip. While I’m gone, stay out of trouble.” 

And with that, he hung up. 

Whitney stared at her phone, her delicate brows knitting together. Did he react to her question, or was he hiding something? 

Could there really be such a saviour in his life? Or maybe Elaine was just stirring the pot? Whitney let out a sigh, realizing there was no point in clinging to his past. 

Resolved, she pressed down harder on the gas pedal, her spirits lifting as she drove. 

Back at the villa, Whitney pulled out the small, well–worn contact book from her bag, cradling it like a precious relic. She stroked its cover, her eyes welling up with tears. 

Looking at it was like seeing her grandpa and mother in person again. 

They had died in a terrible accident when Whitney was sent abroad for middle school. By the time she returned, a year had passed. 

She was just 13 when she found that all of her grandpa and mother’s belongings had 

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disappeared. She’d secretly been searching for her grandpa’s personal assistant, Torin, but to no avail. But it was Simon who had found her grandpa’s contact book. 

Her grandpa had been a well–known businessman in Banyan City, with a reputation that preceded him and extensive properties. Not adept with computers, he relied on this contact book. 

Whitney inhaled deeply and slowly opened it. 

It was indeed in her grandpa’s handwriting. Her eyes burnt with fresh tears. 

The contact book was thin, with several pages clearly torn out. 

Frowning, she wondered if her grandpa had ripped them out or if someone else had. 

She went straight to look for her uncle’s contact number. 

On the third page, there was a name “Keegan“. Below it was a sequence of letters. 

Whitney remembered playing letter puzzles with her grandpa as a child, and quickly decoded the letters into a phone number. 

Her hands trembled as the numbers came to life on the page. 

Why had her grandpa hidden it? Was he protecting her uncle from someone? 

Without hesitation, Whitney dialed the number. 

She held her breath as the call connected, and a voice spoke through the veil of time, “Is that you, Whitney?” 

It was her uncle’s voice! 

Whitney’s tears flowed freely, and she nodded vigorously, “Uncle Keegan, is it really you?” 

“It’s me…” His voice was laced with joy and sorrow, almost quivering. “Whitney, you finally called. Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for you? Ten years.” 

Wait, her uncle had been waiting for her all this time? 

Confusion swirled in Whitney’s mind as her uncle choked up, “Before he died, my dad told me to go into hiding abroad. He said when you grew up, if you could find this number, it would mean you were ready to stand by me and fight with me. Whitney, our family has a heavy score to settle.” 

A jolt hit Whitney’s brain. 

Did her uncle know the reason behind her grandpa and mother’s deaths? Were they killed by the Valentine family? 

“Uncle, I’ve found you now. When are you coming back?” Whitney asked urgently. 

“Soon, my girl. I need another half month of treatment, but I’ll make it back for your mother and grandpa’s anniversary,” her uncle replied with a mix of excitement and a hint of a cold laugh. 

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“Ten years… It’s finally the time I came back to claim justice.” 

Whitney was shaken. She knew nothing of the past. “Uncle, what happened to you? Is it related to the accident?” 

“Yes, you have no idea what I’ve been through these years. But now that I’ve found you, I’ll explain everything to you when I return. Wait for me, Whitney.” 

Elated yet filled with anticipation, Whitney ended the call, still unsure of her uncle’s condition. 

He seemed reluctant to elaborate, but she had finally connected with her only remaining relative. 

Saving her uncle’s number to her phone, Whitney continued to flip through the contact book. Her grandpa had recorded various business contacts and memos. 

At the end, one name kept cropping up: Ludwik. 

On one page, her grandpa had circled the name ‘Ludwik‘ in red ink with such force that the pen had nearly torn through the paper. 

What did it mean?