Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 1003

Ludwik paced the sterile, cold hallways with heavy steps, his voice a mix of despair and urgency, "How's my baby doing? Doctor?"

The moment was grave. The baby, wrapped in a sterile cloth, lay motionless. Despite the doctor's attempts, she made no sound, an eerie silence enveloping the room.

She was a tiny thing, just as Sammy had guessed, small enough to fit in Ludwik's palm.

Her skin was wrinkled and tinged with a shade of red, her tiny face barely distinguishable, her features scrunched together.

Her limbs, red and slightly blue, were curled up, possibly fighting for what little life was left in her.

"My child, what's happening to her?" Ludwik, clad in a sterile suit, was frantic, grabbing the doctor by the collar, his voice cold and demanding.

He dared not touch her, fearing she might crumble under his touch. This was his and Whitney's daughter, their first child, a baby who had already suffered too much.

Ludwik's eyes were bloodshot as he bellowed, "You have to save her! She can't die, or I swear, you'll regret it!"

He cursed himself for not finding Florence sooner. After being ambushed at the central airport in Germinia, injured and unable to move, he had rushed to Berlidon as soon as he could.

In Eurovoria, without his usual network, everything was harder. It was only through the news he discovered the car accident in Berlidon's center and caught a glimpse of Florence.

With that clue, he had hurried to Sanctum Mary Medical, breaking in under the cover of night.

"Save her, by any means necessary," Ludwik warned the doctor, his tone deadly, as if he was on the brink of unleashing his wrath.

None of this seemed like a coincidence.

But Ludwik's mind was solely focused on his daughter's life now.

He coerced the doctor with a threat, ensuring no alarm was raised in the hospital, as they made their way to the neonatal ICU.

He also instructed his aide to keep an eye on the remaining nurses, especially Florence.

In the neonatal ICU, the doctor cleaned the baby and placed her in an incubator, attaching her to monitors for her limbs and heart.

Ludwik watched from outside the glass, his expression dark, lips pressed tightly together. He wasn't a doctor; there was nothing he could do but wait in agonizing anticipation.