Love Beyond the Mask

Chapter 260

The bodyguard scooped up Sammy in his arms, causing the boy to freeze momentarily, realizing they

must have mistaken him for someone else. With a sudden burst of energy, he turned and made a

beeline towards his mother.

But before his little legs could carry him far, the bodyguard hoisted him up again, pleading desperately,

“Young master, please, I’m begging you! If you run off again, Boss will have our heads!”

Boss? Who could that be?

Despite being just a child, Sammy was now truly panicked, attempting to use his smartwatch to call his

mom, but in the struggle, it fell to the ground.

“I’m not the kid you’re looking for. You’ve got the wrong guy! Let me go, I’m gonna call the cops, help,

Mom!”

Ludwik, hearing his son’s cries for help through the walkie–talkie, turned as dark as thunderclouds.

The little rascal was becoming increasingly unruly, sneaking out on his own and even daring to cry for

help. Did he not realize he might run into his no–good mother?

Fortunately, he was retrieved in time. Ludwik would not give him the chance to contact that woman and

deal with all the ensuing trouble.

Loosening his tie, Ludwik commanded, “Get him back to the villa, pronto! Into the car! I’ll be right

behind.”

“Yes, yes… Boss!”

…

Whitney sighed in relief as she drove away from the convention center with ‘Sammy‘ safely in the car.

Suddenly, a Bentley sped past her vehicle. Recognizing it as Ludwik’s, her nerves were on edge for a

moment, but thankfully, the car zoomed by without stopping.

In the car, two breaths–one big, one small–sighed in unison.

Whitney glanced back, puzzled, at her ‘son‘.

‘Sammy‘, watching his family’s luxury car drive away, let out a guilty breath.

Meanwhile, in the speeding Bentley, the real Sammy was frantically trying to escape the grip of the

bodyguard.

He had just seen his mom in the car! What were these people planning to do with him?

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The apartment door swung open.

Daniel, having been cradled in his mother’s embrace all the way home, felt an unexpected reluctance

to let go.

So this was what it felt like to be held by a mom–no wonder the kids at preschool clung to their

mothers; it was indeed intoxicating.

Coughing to maintain his composure, he hopped down, surveying the modest living space.

His house’s swimming pool was larger than this tiny place. It was so small.

Suddenly, Whitney lifted him by his collar and plopped him onto the couch. With hands on her hips, she

was ready for a lecture. “Sammy, we need to talk about the dangers of flying alone. You’re only three

and a half, and no matter how smart you are, you can’t fly by yourself. There are lots of bad people out

there, and you must never do that again, OK?”

Daniel sat rigidly, his cool brow furrowed. What could he say?

He had never even been on a plane before, and although his family was wealthy, his overprotective

father had never allowed it.

Silently musing, Daniel did not dare respond, fearing he would give himself away.

Whitney raised an eyebrow. Usually, Sammy would quickly admit his mistake and cuddle up to her.

“Do you understand what you did wrong?”

Daniel had never admitted to being wrong before, but fearing discovery, he mumbled stiffly, “Alright, I

was wrong.”

Whitney’s lips twitched slightly. For a moment, she felt that the tone sounded a bit too much like

Ludwik.

Shaking off the thought, she dismissed the idea that her little Sammy could be anything like that

scoundrel Ludwik.

Whitney stroked her son’s hair. “You must be hungry, Sammy. Let me make you some dinner.”

Daniel nodded, just about to request his favorites as he would with Ludwik when Whitney took charge

and headed to the kitchen. In no time, she presented a steaming plate of spaghetti marinara.

Daniel frowned, skeptical of the meal’s potential. Could it possibly taste good?

After a few bites, Daniel was won over. It was delicious.

This must be Mom’s flavor–the spaghetti tender, the sauce rich. It was every bit as good as Ludwik’s

cooking!

Looking up at her, he decided this was love.

But why had she abandoned him for three years only to live with another child?

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What had happened between his detestable father and his mother?

He was lost in these thoughts.

Then, the bell rang.

Whitney quietly got up to answer the door.

Bryce’s tall figure appeared outside. “I couldn’t reach you at the convention center and guessed you’d

taken Sammy home. Is everything alright?”

Whitney knew what he was really asking: had Sammy been discovered by Ludwik?

She shook her head.

Bryce patted her shoulder, entered with a smile, and called out, “Sammy!”

Danny stiffened. Why had someone else come in?

A man, no less. Perhaps sensing his stature and gentle demeanor, which even seemed to complement

his mother’s presence, Daniel disliked him instantly.

With a haughty glance and lowered head, the little guy continued eating.

Bryce, feeling a bit wronged, asked Whitney, “What’s up with Sammy?”

The woman sighed and pulled him aside, “Bryce, I’ve told you about Sammy’s occasional personality

swaps.”

“You mean he’s having an episode now?”

“Yeah.”

The two adults stood there, silently observing ‘Sammy‘.

After a moment, Whitney hesitated. “This episode is strange. It’s one thing not to recognize me, but his

behavior and habits are different, too. He used to be lively and energetic, never this restrained at

mealtime. He’s acting like a little lord raised in a mansion.”

Bryce narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, “The kid’s current odd behavior does have a hint of Ludwik about

it. Not very endearing…”

Daniel, with ears sharp as a hare’s, inwardly retorted that Bryce was the not–very–endearing

one.

Ludwik might be disliked, but he was charming!

Had he revealed himself? Was Sammy energetic?

Worried, Daniel slumped in his chair, swung his legs, and accidentally dropped his fork on the floor!

Hearing the noise and seeing her son’s unusual behavior, Whitney rushed over, feeling his forehead.

“Sammy, why are you shaking? Did the flight scare you?”

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Bryce’s gaze deepened, feeling this Sammy was very unfamiliar indeed.

After a bath, the little guy emerged from the bathroom, dressed in pajamas and ready for bed, but with

the same air of unfamiliarity lingering around him.

What? Sammy had asthma?

How was he going to handle this? He did not have any medicine. Daniel’s head dipped as he fibbed,

“Mommy, I kinda lost it on the plane.”

Sammy’s asthma was always a sore point for Whitney, not a frequent issue but one that needed to be

prepared for.

She patted his head gently. “Well, you hop into bed, and I’ll order some delivery.”

It had always been his dad who took care of him.

But as time went on, Stinky Dad was strict, and Elaine was so sly, always finding ways to make him

sleep alone in the kids‘ room.

He had been horrified there and seen things that chilled him to the bone, but when he told his dad, he

never believed him.

Thinking of this, the stoic yet vulnerable Daniel’s eyes reddened, his little hand brushing the comforter,

his gaze suddenly brightening.

Sorry, Sammy, but I’m commandeering Mom’s bed tonight.

He climbed in cautiously.

“What’s wrong, don’t recognize Mommy?” Whitney’s heart melted as she lay down next to him. hugging

him and softly singing a lullaby while patting his back.

She felt him stiffen, then gradually relaxed, quietly snuggling closer into her neck.

Daniel felt cocooned in his mother’s tenderness, a dizzying, joyous, and utterly content feeling

enveloping him.

But still, there was a thorn in his heart, a nagging question.

He longed to ask why she didn’t want him, why only the other baby mattered.

But he could not.