Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 388

"Lay her flat, Ludwik, on her back!" Whitney shouted at him.

Obligingly, though somewhat slow, Ludwik did as he was told, kneeling anxiously by his mother’s side, cradling her head in his hands.

Whitney swiftly broke open a pack of syringes, quickly inserting one into Natalie’s head, right at the carotid artery.

Then, she pried open Natalie’s mouth with a stick, stacking her hands and pressing down heavily onto Natalie’s chest.

With each push, she gritted her teeth, putting all her might into it.

Under the dim light, Ludwik, in a daze, looked over at the woman working meticulously. She was as determined as she was delicate, her clear, powerful eyes showing a mix of compassion and resolve.

Despite her slender frame, her hands wielded such strength in this moment of emergency...

Before long, Whitney was sweating profusely.

Ludwik bit his lip, wishing he could offer his help, knowing his strength would be beneficial.

But he feared his lack of precision.

Suddenly, Natalie jerked forward, spitting out a mouthful of dark blood.

It was black.

Whitney let out a sigh of relief. "The congestion in her lungs has been cleared. She can breathe normally now."

Ludwik froze, the sight of the black blood eerily familiar.

Three years ago, Elaine had shown him a video on the night Whitney supposedly kidnapped his mother, where she also spat black blood.

Anger had consumed him then, convinced Whitney was to blame...

"Ah..." Natalie's weak breathing grew steadier as she slowly opened her cloudy eyes.

"Mother, you're awake?" Ludwik, snapped back to the present by Natalie, wiped the blood from her lips with his sleeve.

"You... you guys..."

As Natalie's vision cleared and she saw her son and daughter-in-law, she couldn't tell if she was dreaming or awake, her weak smile betraying her confusion.

Whitney gently examined her throat, feeling around carefully.

Natalie, overjoyed yet struggling for breath, attempted to speak.

Whitney soothed her breathing, preparing to insert another needle, her gaze shifting complexly towards Ludwik. "Natalie's lost her voice due to blockages in her vocal cords and nerve degeneration in the speech area of her brain. I can try acupuncture..."

Ludwik's gaze darkened.

The next words Whitney spoke were with a cold, clear determination, "But do you trust me?"

He hesitated, his distrust since Natalie's awakening, his extreme sensitivity, and the turmoil in his eyes all becoming clear.

Now, knowing his other son and Whitney were alive changed everything for Ludwik. It was as if a thorn in his heart had finally been removed; his feelings for Whitney resurfaced.

He nodded, letting go, "Go ahead, Whitney."

Without another look at him, Whitney proceeded with the treatment on Natalie's throat.