Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 498

Her words tugged at my heartstrings, leaving me deeply distressed.

Ludwik's lips twisted into a slight, chilly smirk. "So, the soft approach isn't working, huh? Time to play it hard?

Can someone terminally ill even think about having kids, let alone have the capacity to do so?

Imagine, two years from now, you're still alive, and voila, you've got yourself a great-grandchild for the Lippert family."

Whitney had mentioned that perhaps Florence was feigning her illness.

And here I was, pitying her because she claimed to be terminal, a gesture of humanity on my part!

But what if her terminal illness was a lie?

The ambition she's showing now is far from what one would expect from someone on their deathbed.

Perhaps, as Whitney suggested, this was all a scheme, and Florence's ultimate goal was me all along.

Florence, her eyes brimming with tears, met Ludwik's stern gaze. "It's true, my condition isn't ideal for pregnancy. But I'm willing to take the risk for you, as my last wish before I die. How could you think there's an ulterior motive? I just wanted to leave a child behind to make my parents, and my grandma happy..."

Ludwik gazed at her, his eyes sharp as daggers. "Whitney and I have two children, enough to keep your parents and grandma happy. Besides Danny, there's Sammy. He was kidnapped. Florence, who do you think took my child?"

His accusation was like a noose around Florence's neck!

She trembled inwardly, knowing this question was inevitable.

But she was confident, like a player who had already mastered the game. They wouldn't find anything, except for that handkerchief. And 'the person' was safely in her grip, of course referring to him and Whitney.

Florence looked bewildered, tears in her eyes. "Ludwik, how could I possibly know who kidnapped him? I wasn't even aware that you and your sister had children until today. That scene at the Sheldon family's place caught me off guard as well. Thankfully, my parents know I'm innocent."

She denied any involvement with a face that didn't show a trace of guilt.

Ludwik's fingertips were cold as he pondered.

He needed to understand this woman better.

Florence, with her eyes lowered, finally spoke, "Ludwik, about my condition, have you made your decision? Agree to it, and I'll donate my marrow in a month, allowing Natalie to undergo surgery. If you refuse... well, I'm sorry, but I'll have no choice but to withdraw my offer. Donating my marrow poses a risk to my life, and without a fair exchange, I can retract my promise. And you can't force me to donate."

Her words were laden with threats.

She was exploiting Ludwik's vulnerability, knowing full well he had no room to negotiate unless he was willing to risk Natalie's life.

Ludwik, however, couldn't possibly do that.

He tilted his head slightly, lighting a cigarette, the smoke swirling around his more ferocious eyes as he smirked at her audacity. Deep down, he was plotting, invisible to others.

Florence didn't know what he was thinking.

With thin lips parting, he simply said, "Okay."

His quick agreement took Florence by surprise, her eyes wide with disbelief and a surge of joy. "Ludwik, you really agree? To engage with me, to have a child with me?"

Excitement sparkled in her eyes.

Just thinking about securing her place as Ludwik's spouse and becoming the first lady of Harmonia Country made Florence's heart flutter.

Ludwik looked at her coldly. "I only need a healthy spine. Weigh your options carefully this month. Without the marrow, there's no child."

He had her cornered, and Florence knew it.

Her smile hadn't faded when Ludwik's expression turned to disgust. "You can leave now."

He couldn't bear another moment with her.

Myra watched Florence silently.

The girl straightened her neck, her fingers clenched, her gaze filled with a feigned smile. "Ludwik, about announcing our engagement..."

"Isn't there a one-week deadline?"

"That you remember is good."