Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 528

Florence couldn't afford to hesitate in that moment, fearing if she didn't agree, Ludwik might not engage with the Sheldon family's plans. With a smile, she quickly agreed, "It's no big deal, really. Dr. Ryan? Oh, he's just someone who's treated me before. Just a doctor I happen to know quite well. I'll invite him to try, okay?"

"Sure," Ludwik said before hanging up.

Clutching her phone tightly, Florence called over Myra, "Ryan's whereabouts these past few days, any issues? Ludwik's digging into Ryan!"

Myra reassured her, "Ms. Sheldon, no worries. Our private eye has been keeping tabs on Ryan. He's been sticking to his routine, barely stepping out of the General Hospital, let alone visiting other departments. Ludwik wouldn't guess that Dr. Ryan is one of your lab guys. Besides, except for you and Dr. Ryan, no one knows where your lab is. There's no need to be overly anxious."

Florence nodded, feeling somewhat reassured. As long as she didn't admit to anything or leak any information, Ludwik and Whitney would never find Sammy. She calmed herself, "Bring Ryan over. I need to brief him on a few things."

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Meanwhile, after ending the call with Florence, Ludwik asked Parker to get in touch with Whitney.

Parker raised an eyebrow, "Can't you just call her yourself? Ludwik, you won't win back your ex by saving face. Ever heard of 'winning back your wife only happens at a funeral'? Good women fear persistent men; if you keep at it, Whitney might just forgive you!"

Ludwik's handsome face darkened, "How do you know I haven't tried? I did, but she wouldn't pick up. She yelled at me over Bryce the other day, and I wasn't exactly nice either."

Parker was speechless, "You guys fought again?"

Ludwik remained silent.

Parker gave him a look of utter disdain, "She's pregnant, and you're still making her mad? With your EQ and tactics, I'm genuinely worried you'll end up alone for the rest of your life."

Ludwik snapped, "Shut it! Just make the call."

Parker begrudgingly did as told. Whitney, respecting Parker enough, picked up soon after, "Mr. Doonan, what do you want?"

Ludwik, looking intently at his phone, spoke up, "Whitney, it's me."

Immediate silence fell on the other end, the atmosphere turning tense.

Ludwik felt a headache coming on, sensing her coldness towards him. He clasped his hands together, taking the initiative to explain, "I'm calling because I have a reason, not to waste your time."

"That sentence was a waste of time," Whitney retorted sharply.

Parker silently set the phone down, turning away.

Ludwik watched his shoulders shrug, his broad back turning towards him as he leaned back in his chair, his brows furrowing, "Sammy has asthma, doesn't he?"

Whitney's breathing paused, her gaze narrowing, "Why do you ask?"

"Send me all the details about Sammy's asthma, his condition, the medication he uses. I need it."

"Have you made any progress?" Whitney pressed, her concerns for her son overriding her resentment. "If you have a lead, I'll help without hesitation!" Because she couldn't extract any useful information from Florence's side.

"I've made some progress. I've said it before, I'll bring him back to you safe and sound. Just wait a bit longer," Ludwik said, his voice deep and laden with emotion, as if trying to bridge the distance between them.