Love beyond the mask ( Whitney )
Chapter 1003

Ludwik paced the sterile, cold hallways with heavy steps, his voice a mix of despair and urgency, "How's my baby doing? Doctor?"

The moment was grave. The baby, wrapped in a sterile cloth, lay motionless. Despite the doctor's attempts, she made no sound, an eerie silence enveloping the room. She was a tiny thing, just as Sammy had guessed, small enough to fit in Ludwik's palm.

Her skin was wrinkled and tinged with a shade of red, her tiny face barely distinguishable, her features scrunched together.

Her limbs, red and slightly blue, were curled up, possibly fighting for what little life was left in her.

"My child, what's happening to her?" Ludwik, clad in a sterile suit, was frantic, grabbing the doctor by the collar, his voice cold and demanding.

He dared not touch her, fearing she might crumble under his touch. This was his and Whitney's daughter, their first child, a baby who had already suffered too much.

Ludwik's eyes were bloodshot as he bellowed, "You have to save her! She can't die, or I swear, you'll regret it!"

He cursed himself for not finding Florence sooner. After being ambushed at the central airport in Germinia, injured and unable to move, he had rushed to Berlidon as soon as he could.

In Eurovoria, without his usual network, everything was harder. It was only through the news he discovered the car accident in Berlidon's center and caught a glimpse of Florence. With that clue, he had hurried to Sanctum Mary Medical, breaking in under the cover of night.

"Save her, by any means necessary," Ludwik warned the doctor, his tone deadly, as if he was on the brink of unleashing his wrath.

The doctor, unsure of Ludwik's relationship with the child, was visibly shaken, stuttering, "Sir, I'm doing everything I can... The baby hasn't cried, her pulse is weak, it's a bad sign. She's underweight, we need to get her to the neonatal ICU immediately." "Where is it?!" Ludwik demanded.

"In another building..." The doctor hesitated, fearing Ludwik might be a criminal not allowing him to move the baby, then added, "The baby is in critical condition, it's a matter of life and death, we can't delay any longer."

"Take her there!" Ludwik insisted, his heart in his throat as he watched his tiny daughter, not daring to hold her, "You carry her, make sure she gets the care she needs, and don't tell any other doctors, got it?" Upon arriving at Sanctum Mary Medical, Ludwik had immediately located Florence.

He was still piecing together her situation in the hospital. But staying in Berlidon's finest hospital wasn't something Florence could have managed on her own, which meant her trip to Berlidon was linked to someone else. Ludwik also noticed the backdrop of the city center's car crash featured a grand building marked with Inko's logo, the headquarters of Inko Group in Germinia!

None of this seemed like a coincidence.

But Ludwik's mind was solely focused on his daughter's life now.

He coerced the doctor with a threat, ensuring no alarm was raised in the hospital, as they made their way to the neonatal ICU.

He also instructed his aide to keep an eye on the remaining nurses, especially Florence.

In the neonatal ICU, the doctor cleaned the baby and placed her in an incubator, attaching her to monitors for her limbs and heart.

Ludwik watched from outside the glass, his expression dark, lips pressed tightly together. He wasn't a doctor; there was nothing he could do but wait in agonizing anticipation.