Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164 

“Why on earth did this damn woman team up with her uncle to kidnap Natalie? That’s Ludwik’s mother for crying out loud! Does Whitney have no heart?” 

“Keep it together. It might be a misunderstanding. Natalie’s frall and can’t be without oxygen. We’re working with the cops over here. Whatever you do, keep Ludwik in the dark!” 

Nolan was struck dumb, his mind racing with panic. 

The car sped along the country roads. Whitney had stopped at a rural clinic and grabbed some emergency medicine and a first aid kit. 

Soon, the car veered into the mountains, Keegan’s assistant taking twists and turns, making sure Whitney could not memorize the route. 

Bent over her dead phone, Whitney realized the battery was flat. Her face went ashen. 

Around midnight, the car pulled up to a dilapidated farmhouse. 

Ignoring the hunger pangs, Whitney bolted from the car and barged through the front door. 

Inside, her uncle and two bodyguards were in disarray, the room a mess, and Natalie slumped in a chair, frothing at the mouth, her condition unimproved. 

“She’s rolling her eyes back! Whitney,” Keegan bellowed. 

Whitney felt a turmoil inside, her emotions complex as she glanced at her uncle, noticing he had stood up. likely on a prosthetic, limping as he moved. 

Tears spilled from Whitney’s eyes as she 

saw her uncle’s pitiful state, yet she also felt an overwhelming hatred. She rushed to Natalie’s side, her voice breaking. “Uncle, why must you do this? You’re driving us both to a dead end. You’re not well yourself; you know the pain of illness; why can’t you show some compassion to Mom?” 

“Who’s your Mom? Her? No! Whitney, don’t betray the Tennyson family!” Keegan burst out. 

He was too far gone, deaf to reason. 

Whitney felt despair. 

Bending down, she administered acupuncture to Natalie’s skull, pressed on a vital point on her throat, and forced the medicine down her throat, slowly halting her spasms. 

“You have to keep her hanging on. She can’t die. Ludwik has been inseparable from his mom since he was a kid. She’s my biggest bargaining chip!” 

Whitney felt as if a knife was twisting in her heart. Knowing how much Ludwik loved his mother, she could not take the gamble. 

Was a path along the cliff’s edge; one misstep could lead to a deadly fall into hell. 

She could not take it any longer and suddenly knelt before her uncle, pleading, “Please, Uncle, let’s call it off. We’ll take Natalie back. She needs proper hospital care; she can’t be without her oxygen. If we take her back now, you won’t be a kidnapper, Uncle… 

“There’s no turning back! Your cousin is still in Ludwik’s hands, Who ever felt sorry for me? Whitney, I love you. That’s why I brought you here, so that you wouldn’t fall into the hands of that devil.” 

Whitney cried uncontrollably, knowing her 

She continued with the acup and s 

Whitney looked down with surprise, had a soft spot for her, yet he was so terribly mistaker 

still with a gentle gaze. 

Natalie’s icy hand touched Whitney’s trembling wrist. 

seeing Natalie’s eyes open, looking back at her with love and confusion, yet 

Tears streaming. Whitney silently communicated with her eyes and continued with the treatment. 

She turned to her uncle, urgently saying, “Uncle, we’re missing a crucial medicine. We need it now, or Natalie might not make it.” 

“What is it?” 

“An emergency medicine. I saw a clinic in the village on the way here, but they might not have it. You guys need to split up and look for it, and fast.” 

Keegan frowned. “You three go. I’ll stay here.” 

Whitney whispered, “It’s an emergency, Uncle. You should go too. Look at Natalle; I obviously can’t run away.” 

Fearing a real death on his hands, Keegan grumbled, “I wouldn’t have taken her if that person on the phone had told me she was this ill!” 

Person on the phone? 

Whitney furrowed her brows in suspicion. 

Watching her uncle hobble out, and the cars drive away, Whitney sighed in relief. With the last needle in place, she saw Natalie’s breathing ease and her eyes brighten. 

“Whitney…” 

“Mom, I’m so sorry…” Whitney choked up, quickly helped Natalie sit up, checked her pulse, and slipped the emergency medicine into her mouth. 

It was a ruse to send them away. 

“Can you move? We need to leave now. I’m taking you to the hospital!” 

Natalie understood the girl’s intention; her uncle had kidnapped her, and she was rescuing her. 

She nodded, her cough less violent. 

Knowing Natalie was somewhat better and confident in her medical skills, Whitney strapped a portable oxygen tank to Natalie and hoisted her up, ready to leave. 

With a dead phone and no lights in the village, Whitney relied on her instincts, fleeing down the mountainside. 

She had to get Natalie home before her uncle returned. If they made it, the kidnapping would be undone, and she could beg Natalie’s forgiveness and explain, hoping Ludwik would forgive her uncle’s rashness since his mother was unharmed. 

The moon hung in the sky as she mustered all her strength, uncertain how long they had been walking. 

Seeing Whitney drenched in sweat and worried for the child inside her, Natalie insisted on getting down. “Whitney, we’ve walked so far. Your uncle probably won’t catch up now. Let me down.” 

Whitney looked towards the lights at the base of the mountain. A few more hours‘ walk should get them to road. Maybe they could catch a late–night passing car.