Chapter 170


    In the hospital room, Parker struggled to restrain Ludwik’s shaking hands. Peering into the man’s


    bloodshot eyes, Parker felt a wave of helplessness. “Ludwik, hang in there, buddy. Just take it easy, the


    doc’s on his way. You need a sedative.”


    “It won’t work. Regr docs won’t work,” Ludwik panted, his body trembling violently, beads of sweat


    dotting his forehead as his right hand twitched uncontrobly.


    A brutal headache wed at his temples, inciting a mad desire to smash everything in sight. Slowly, his


    vision. began to blur.


    He copsed to the floor, hisrge, heavy frame jostling his mother’s hospital bed.


    Ludwik’s eyes reddened with distress as he reached out desperately to steady his mother’s bed.


    The sight wrenched Parker’s heart. He rushed to Ludwik’s aid, only to be met with an uncontrolled


    punch that burst open his forehead, blood trickling down.


    “Ludwik, what’s wrong with you?” Suddenly, a faint, trembling voice cut through the tension at the door,


    tinged with concern.


    A slender figure dashed into the


    e room.


    Whitney hurried to Ludwik’s side. His symptoms mirrored those of a violent psychotic episode, where


    initially. the patient might exhibit aggressive, bloodthirsty behavior, escting to self–harm, confusion,


    and insanity.


    She reached out to check his pulse, but Ludwik caught sight of her.


    His consciousness still intact, the image of her face, along with the sight of his mother lying quietly in


    bed, pierced his heart with agonizing pain.


    “Why is she here?” he looked up at Parker.


    Tell her to get out. I don’t want to see her.”


    “Get out!” Ludwik’s uncontroble rage sent objects flying toward her.


    Parker saw a porcin piece heading straight for Whitney’s stomach and kicked her out of harm’s way


    just in time.


    Whitney stood frozen, her mind echoing with his hateful, disgusted curses.


    Ludwiky half on the ground, his tall and noble frame so vulnerable, shaking as he clutched his head.


    Suddenly, his eyes lifted.


    He thought of someone who could save him–his breaths shallow, he muttered, “Call… ine.”


    “Huh?” Parker was puzzled. ine was a patient herself; why call her?


    “Hurry, call ine! I need her!” Ludwik gritted his teeth in pain.


    Four years ago, during his hysterical episode, it was ine who had stayed with him through the night,


    saving him. She might know what to do.


    While he still had a lucid moment, Ludwik repeated hismand.


    The repeated pleas for ine battered against Whitney’s ears.


    Her heart felt as if it had been pierced by a thousand needles, bleeding profusely, the pain making her


    feel weak and suffocated.


    Ludwik now trusted ine sopletely. Had he lost all faith in her?


    He couldn’t even bear to look at Whitney, as if a single nce would exacerbate his condition.


    In his heart, Whitney and ine had switched ces in an Instant.


    “Why are you still here? Ludwik’s sick because of you. Whitney, you’re a jinx!”


    Nn rushed in, roughly pulling her toward the door.


    Whitney’s face drained of color. Seeing Ludwik in agony shook her to her core. She recalled what


    Natalie had said, that he had been troubled since childhood, prone to violent outbursts.


    Yet she couldn’t help but ask, “What exactly is happening to him?”


    “Do you have the nerve to ask?” Nn fumed. “Aren’t you the main culprit? Haven’t I told you that he’s


    not ordinary, that his childhood was harsh, that he has severe emotional issues? It’s been years since


    he’s had an episode, you malignant woman, you’ve hurt him, hurt Natalie. Ludwik, such a strong man,


    you’ve shattered hisst belief! He’s having a hysterical fit!”


    Whitney staggered back, tears brimming in her eyes. A thousand apologies choked in her throat, all


    dissipating into a sharp pain in her heart.


    I didn’t hurt Natalie.” she stammered in defense.


    “Still making excuses!” Nn red coldly.


    ine arrived in her wheelchair, noting Nn’s harsh demeanor toward Whitney. Everyone around


    Ludwik had turned icy cold toward Whitney.


    A smirk twisted her lips, a sense of triumph filling her as she feigned concern, “What happened to


    Ludwik? Nn, did he ask for me?”


    “Yes, ine, go to him. He’s having a hysterical fit and he asked for you. He probably thinks you can


    help him.”


    Nn’s expression softened considerably when addressing ine. After all, even psychiatrists were


    often helpless against Ludwik’s condition.


    “Right, I have a knack for medicine; I’ll take a look at him right away!”


    ine said, her eyes, however, darted toward Whitney and with feigned concern she said, “Ms.


    Valentine, are you lingering here to continue agitating Ludwik? Don’t you understand that you are the


    cause of his outbreak?” Whitney had no rebuttal for this, but she red coldly at ine, her fists


    clenched. “If his illness is because his mother was hisst thread of sanity, then you are the real culprit.


    ine, you know what I’m talking about. His mother’s vegetative state is linked to you. The truth will


    willing to harm his mother and cause his illness, all for the sake of possessing him in a sick way.”


    ine nced quickly at the departing Nn, her face freezing for a moment before she sneered.


    Her wheelchair glided up to Whitney’s side, and she whispered with a chillingugh, “Right now,


    everyone sees you as the culprit, while I’m the one who donated a kidney, and Ludwik is touched by


    my gesture. You’ve lostpletely, and him kicking you out is the best proof!


    And I will have Ludwik, whether it’s his body or his heart. Oh, his heart might already be mine.”


    Thatst sentence was spoken with a particrly sinister tone.


    Whitney’s gaze was icy, not understanding her meaning.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    “Do you want to know why he’s calling for me, why he relies on me so much, don’t you? You’ll never


    know.” The smugness, in ine’sugh was evident as she thought of the half ring she had snatched,


    giving her the upper hand. Whitney would never know how she lost.


    ine thought with a twisted smile, “From now on, his beloved will only be me. You just watch as I cure


    him and bask in our love.”


    ine wheeled triumphantly into the room.


    Whitney stared hard at her retreating figure, watching her approach Ludwik.


    Ludwik, with thest shred of his consciousness, looked at ine trustingly with reddened eyes.


    Whitney felt a pang of sorrow so intense it was as if a cold wave had washed over her, plunging her


    into the depths of a harsh winter.


    Why, she wondered, did he trust ine so much when he was ill?


    Was it solely because ine had donated a kidney to his mother?


    “Let it go, Whitney, Tiana said, concern etched in her voice. “He’s really resistant to you right now. Let


    ine take care of him for now and see how it goes.”


    Tiana was worried that if Whitney barged in again, she might harm the child. The kid’s what matters.


    With him like


    this, you need to take even better care of the baby, right? You saw the way Nn looked at you – if


    looks could kill. Let’s head back to your room, you need to get that wound dressed.”


    Whitney fell into a helpless silence as she was wheeled away


    Meanwhile, in Natalie’s hospital room, ine was far from the picture of ease she had painted to


    Whitney.


    Ludwik struggled to cling to thest vestiges of consciousness. “ine… is it worse than it was four


    years ago?”


    ine, clueless, could only weave a half–baked lie. “Yes, Ludwik, this time it’s particrly severe.”


    “You healed me four years ago, I trust you can do it again.”


    ine offered a nervousugh, taking his pulse for what seemed like an eternity. His pulse was all over


    the ce, impossible to read, leaving her at a loss for where to even begin.


    Damn it, she thought, how on earth did Whitney manage to save him that night


    ght four year