Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 246

Chapter 246 

He clenched his tiny fists tightly, unable to articulate a defense against the stinging words. 

Ludwik furrowed his brow as he thought about his son, Daniel. The boy was reticent, aloof, and had always been a loner, playing by himself since he could crawl. The only person he ever opened up to was Ludwik, his father, and that was only during their love–hate squabbles. The pediatrician had once commented that Daniel’s solitude bordered on autism. 

Elaine had mentioned that the boy struggled to fit in at preschool and often resorted to hitting other children. 

It troubled Ludwik deeply. If mainstreaming him in a regular class could improve his social skills, then it was worth a shot. 

“Alright, we’ll do it your way,” he decided, siding with Elaine, his wife. 

Daniel’s hopeful eyes, which had been looking for his dad to object, dimmed at the words. He felt betrayed. His father never truly inquired about his feelings, always taking Elaine’s side. 

With his little fists balled up, the frail boy stood up and stormed off to the backyard. 

“He always runs off to his grandmother whenever things don’t go his way. Kids these days…” Ludwik sighed, hoping his son would grow up healthy and sociable. 

“Don’t overthink it, Ludwik,” Elaine consoled, aware of why the boy was upset. In her heart, she reveled in the discord she sowed between father and son. It was exactly what she wanted. 

That old lady in the backyard, who had been hanging on for three years, was a thorn in her side. But what could the child really confide in her, and could she even hear him? 

A child without a mother was easy prey for her schemes. It was unfortunate for Whitney to have passed so young. 

Elaine silently gloated, knowing she held all the cards now. With Whitney’s uncle on the brink of a life sentence, the Bartels family would soon have nothing to fear. 

Once she cured Ludwik of his erectile dysfunction, she would be the happiest woman alive, in both body and soul. 

She smiled to herself, adjusting Ludwik’s tie with feigned affection. “Ludwik, take a couple of hours off for the hospital appointment, okay?” 

Ludwik grunted, clearly unenthusiastic, and headed out, calling the caretaker as he left. “Make sure Taryn feeds Danny well, and then get him off to preschool.” 

“Taryn, you were right. She’s not my real mommy. She pinches and hits me.” 

In the quiet solitude of the caretaker’s room, Daniel confided in Taryn beside his comatose grandmother’s bed. 

Taryn looked at the bruises on Daniel’s arm with a heavy heart. The boy was thin, a precious soul brought up with great care by Ludwik. Ludwik was good at everything but trusting that woman too much. 

When Daniel was two, Elaine had coaxed him into calling her ‘Mommy.’ 

Taryn quietly disapproved. By the time Daniel turned three and grew more discerning, Taryn made sure to remind him of his real mother, Whitney Valentine, not wanting him to forget her. 

Plus, Elaine sometimes resorted to underhanded tactics with Daniel, and Taryn would reveal them to the boy in secret. With his sharp intellect, Daniel caught on quickly. 

Chapter 246 

“Before, she switched your medicine. When your daddy wasn’t around, she’d give you cold water to drink, making you sick. We’re under her roof; we have to play by her rules. It took me a long time to gain your Daddy’s trust and prevent Elaine from firing me. That’s why I’m still here to look after the old lady. What else has she done to you?” 

Daniel pounded a fist on the bed. “She deliberately put me in a regular class with a bully who picks on me. Stinky Dad has no clue.” 

Taryn was furious. “Your father trusts her blindly with your education… He can’t attend to everything. I feel powerless. It’s been three years, and your grandmother hasn’t woken up. If only your mother were here. Danny, just hold on a little longer. Your mom said she’d come back with medicine for grandma. 

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Maybe she’s on her way back right now, and you’ll have your real mommy soon, free from that wicked woman’s torment.” 

Taryn wiped away a tear, feeling a mix of sadness and hope. She never believed the story that Ms. Valentine had abandoned her son to run away. It had to be Elaine’s doing. 

Daniel looked up, his big eyes filled with confusion. Taryn always talked 

about his real mother. Could it be true? 

Why had his dad never mentioned her, referring only to Elaine as his 

mother? 

If he truly had a real mom, where was she? Did she even know she had a precious child waiting for her? Why had she not come to see him? 

The little boy’s expression turned cold and dejected. 

At the hospital, Whitney arrived early at the HR department to secure a position, but to her surprise, the director promoted her to Head of Traditional Medicine and even organized a small meeting to welcome her. 

The department heads gathered around her as if she were a zoo 

animal. 

“I heard she never formally studied at a traditional medical school. Can she handle it? Today’s patient is quite high–profile.” 

“But the director said Dr. Valentine cured an intractable case of epilepsy abroad that couldn’t even be solved through surgery.” 

“With just acupuncture?” 

“With just acupuncture.” 

“That’s incredible.” 

The chatter continued, 

Whitney responded with a light smile, “When it comes to the nervous system, acupuncture is quite miraculous.” 

She added concisely, “Director, my schedule is tight. I’m only taking this one case for now. No need to arrange any outpatient visits.” 

Orion had arranged her placement, so the director dared not object, especially since her abilities were well recognized internationally. 

Several notorious neurological cases had been cured by the young woman standing before them, who looked to be in her early twenties. 

“Dr. Valentine, your office is on the second floor to the left.” 

The male doctors were mesmerized by Whitney’s appearance, while the female doctors chuckled at the mention of her office location. 

Whitney was puzzled by their reactions until she arrived at her office on the second floor. The large sign that read “andrology” caused her to crack a wry smile. 

Andrology… 

It indeed involved a broad range of sensitive nerves. 

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It was not like she had not treated such cases before. 

She sighed softly, wearing an expression of professional detachment, and began preparing all the equipment without the help of an 

assistant, given the lucrative fee involved. 

Glancing at her watch, it was past nine, and her patient was late. She remembered someone mentioning that today’s case was not ordinary, likely someone of significance.