Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 643

Whitney froze in place, a thick tension seizing her body.

That wasn’t Danny’s voice, she was certain!

She spun around almost instantly, only to see a small figure standing behind her. He had Danny’s face, but those tear-brimmed eyes looked at her with a depth and calmness, slowly breaking into a smile.

“Mommy, I missed you so much.”

Time seemed to stand still.

Whitney’s heart clenched, and she quickly blinked away the tears, reminding herself that she couldn’t cry upon seeing Sammy. After everything he’d been through, she didn’t want to add to his pain.

She had to smile.

With a smile, Whitney carefully crouched down and opened her arms wide, “Sammy, my little heart.”

Sammy dropped his backpack and rushed into her embrace, his laughter filling the air around them.

Whitney felt his frail frame and couldn’t help the tears that threatened to spill. She gently touched his head, her voice cautious, “Danny mentioned you got a bit hurt, my sweetheart. Can you tell mommy where it hurts?”

Sammy knew Danny had followed his instructions.

He also knew his mom was checking his head.

He brushed it off with a light kiss on her cheek, “It’s a minor injury, mommy. You don’t have to worry. I’m already getting it looked at.”

“Will it heal?” Whitney’s voice was heavy with concern.

“It will, it just needs some time. And I have to stay at the doctor’s for a while.”

“Sammy, when were you… found?”

The boy looked down, “About a month ago.”

Whitney paused, then why hadn’t Ludwik told her?

She had been kept in the dark, believing she had to marry Bryce to fulfill a deal with Florence and get Sammy back.

Reading his mom’s thoughts, Sammy didn’t want to make excuses for his dad. He revealed, “Dad probably thought I was very sick and didn’t want to worry you.”

Is that so?

Whitney’s eyes lowered, filled with unasked questions. She couldn’t bear to ask her son about the torments he might have faced under Florence’s care.

Wiping her tears, she gently caressed his cheek, trying to sound cheerful, “But that’s all in the past now! Sammy, no more fears. You’re back with mommy. I’ll never let you or your brother be in danger again. We’ll be inseparable. And about your injury, mommy will take you to the hospital. I’ll make sure you get the best care. You’re my bravest and proudest boy.”

Sammy looked away, his eyes briefly flashing a deep red.

He remembered the terror of that stormy night, taken by Florence, the witch. But his mom’s constant encouragement, her belief in his brilliance and cunning, kept him going.

He wanted to tell her his mind was fine, uninjured.

But it wasn’t the time yet. He needed a reason to stay close to Ryan, to secure one last crucial piece of evidence.

If the child Florence was carrying was indeed… his mom and dad’s?

Sammy’s thoughts darkened. He couldn’t bear to think of how his mom would face it all. Perhaps, he could only protect that sibling from the shadows.

“Whitney…” Bryce’s voice echoed from the doorway.

Whitney quickly stood up, hand firmly holding her son’s.

“You and Sammy are reunited, that’s wonderful,” Bryce said, a smile breaking across his face.