Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 1111

Erik glanced at his phone, wondering why he hadn't heard from Ms. Tennyson. He thought everything had gone smoothly, but seeing Ludwik show up at the office made him realize she must not have met with him as planned.

Feeling a twinge of worry, he quickly dialed Ms. Tennyson's number. As he waited for her to pick up, his eyes landed on a young woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to Ms. Tennyson. She was stunning, with almond-shaped eyes that mirrored Ms. Tennyson's own—cold as ice but strikingly beautiful.

What was she doing here with Ludwik? And why were they together looking for Ms. Tennyson?

"Miss, do you know that Ms. Tennyson is your mother?" Erik asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

Ludwik chimed in, "We've been piecing things together. We think Ms. Tennyson might have mistaken Florence for her daughter, right?"

Erik's eyes widened in shock. How did Ludwik know so much? It made him start to believe that maybe Ludwik wasn't the villain he'd been led to believe. With a complicated look, he asked, "Mr. Lippert, are you aware of what Florence and Bryce have been up to?"

"Oh, quite aware. They're as rotten as they come," Whitney interjected, her almond eyes flashing with anger. "Can't really blame Mom, though. Florence had this whole plot so flawlessly set up back home. Erik, what have you and my mom discovered?"

Erik furrowed his brow, deep in thought. "Ms. Tennyson has been suspicious of Florence's identity for a while. She even managed to get some of her hair to run a DNA test today."

Whitney's eyes lit up, though her gaze remained fixed on Erik's phone. "Are you trying to reach my mom?"

Erik nodded, but his expression quickly darkened as he put the phone down and shook his head. "She's not answering."

"She went alone?" Ludwik asked, his brow furrowed.

"No, sir, we've been expecting Ms. Tennyson but she hasn't come in," the lab confirmed.

Whitney's eyes darkened as she looked over at Ludwik, about to speak when her phone buzzed. It was Sammy calling. Though she hesitated, thinking it might be about the little one in the hospital, she decided to answer it.

Sammy's voice was curious, "Mommy, there's something I think you should know."

"What is it, Sammy?" Whitney asked, trying to keep her voice calm.

"Well, this morning, Ryan started talking to me. You remember Ryan, right? The top expert from Florence's lab? The one who locked me up," Sammy said, his young voice laced with intrigue.