Chapter 231


    Ludwik was no doctor, but he could not shake the memory of her biting him, the knife she’d wielded,


    and the state she’d left ine in.


    Maybe the stress had truly taken its toll, and she was sick.


    He had heard of postpartum depression, of mothers killing their own children, then themselves.


    His kids were his only constion, and he was determined to see them born, to raise them himself.


    These two little lives could not be jeopardized. It was also thest bond between him and that damned


    woman.


    “If she really has depression, what’s the best treatment without affecting the baby’s health?”


    “I suggest we iste her. She’s been hurting people left and right, and this apartment in the city


    center… If she gets out, Ludwik, your reputation will suffer. They’ll say you’re holding her captive. Since


    you want her to have the child, Bryce can’t meddle anymore, but he’ll be out eventually,” ine said,


    hitting the nail on the head.


    Ludwik’s gaze turned icy; keeping her here was not a long–term solution.


    Once Bryce was released, he would surelye looking for her, and Ludwik would not allow that man


    to bother her again!


    He had also been contemting hiding her away.


    He frowned and said, “Whether she’s ill or not, let’s get a professional diagnosis. Call Dr. William from


    the mansion over.”


    ine’s eyes darkened. Ludwik was always extremely cautious about that woman!


    She nodded slightly. “I’ll make the call.”


    Dr. William was a physician Ludwik had hired to check on his mother.


    ine greeted Dr. William at the door with a meaningful look.


    In this household, ine had effectively be thedy of the vi. Whitney was a thing of the past.


    Who to listen to was obvious to Dr. William.


    Upstairs in the bedroom, Whitney had no idea why Ludwik was bringing a doctor and pleaded, “What


    are you going to do now? I’m not sick; don’t think about touching my baby!”


    She clutched her belly, panting, the picture of paranoia.


    Unbeknownst to her, her state only deepened Ludwik’s concern.


    Dr. William restrained the woman and managed toplete the examination.


    Ludwik asked with a frown, “How is she? Is she depressed because of stress?”


    Dr. William nced at ine almost imperceptibly before nodding. “I’m sorry, Mr. Lippert, Ms.


    Valentine’s pregnancy hormones are high, and the recent stress has caused her to be somewhat


    unhinged. She needs proper care.”


    “What nonsense are you talking about?” Whitney looked up incredulously, “How could I be depressed?


    It’s them who infuriated me.”


    ine sighed. “Ludwik, it seems we really need to send Ms. Valentine to a private sanatorium for


    concentrated treatment, lest she harm others or inadvertently the child.”


    Ludwik pondered, his gaze deep upon Whitney.


    Whitney realized what was happening; ine had been plotting to have hermitted to a mental


    institution since she had provoked her earlier!


    Whitney stood abruptly, clutching her belly, and spoke to Ludwik with a sinking heart. “I can’t be


    depressed; I’m trained in traditional medicine; I know my condition!”


    “People with depression never think they’re depressed. Look at your behavior–biting, attacking, it’s a


    far cry from your usual self.”


    “That’s because you forced me to!” Whitney looked at the man with a coldugh.


    “If you didn’t lock me up, didn’t let her raise the child, would I be this angry? Ludwik, you’re now


    sending me to a mental institution? Do you have no heart?”


    He looked down. “It’s not a mental institution. ine means a sanatorium. Once you’re better,


    you’ll be out.”


    He had to ensure the children were safely born without her making a fuss.


    Whitney was on the verge of madness, pointing angrily at ine, “Why do you keep being fooled by


    this woman? You believe every lie she tells. I’m not sick, and this doctor is her aplice, giving a


    false diagnosis!


    Ludwik, I beg you to open your eyes. This woman hurt your mother and now wants to harm our child.


    Do you realize that?


    Will she take good care of the child? Have you forgotten how she schemed to cause my miscarriage a


    few months ago?”


    Ludwik’s gaze faltered.


    ine quickly retorted with a pained smile, “Ms. Valentine, let’s not dredge up the past. I was blinded


    by jealousy then, but Ludwik and I are engaged now. You and the child pose no threat to me. Why


    would I do that to myself?


    Honestly, I’m not as heartless as you, iming you’d rather die with the baby than let us have our way.


    How much that would hurt Ludwik.”


    She seemed to be exining, but she was reminding Ludwik of the possible danger to the child. Sure


    enough, Ludwik’s suspicious gaze turned to Whitney; prenatal depression could indeed


    lead to harming the child.


    “Enough!” Ludwik said curtly. “The family doctor is my hire, not ine’s. Why would he falsely diagnose


    you?


    Whitney, if you’re sick, you need to be treated. You don’t want to see me, so it’s settled. Go to the


    sanatorium, cooperate with the treatment, and once the baby is born, you can leave.”


    “I won’t go. Do you have any idea what your ine is nning?” Whitney’s heart was racing, yet this


    man refused to believe her.


    She knelt, tears streaming. “Ludwik, you don’t want me; you’re engaged to ine; I bless you both!


    Don’t let her manipte you. Let me go! I’m truly not sick; I promise I won’t hurt anyone again; just let


    me leave.”


    “ine, what have I ever done to you that made you treat me this way! I won’t let you seed!”


    Whitney yelled in her mind.


    Her cries echoed as she was carefully lifted by two security guards and taken away.


    Downstairs, the ambnce Ludwik had called was waiting.


    Whitney was swiftly ced inside.


    The sanatorium Ludwik had contacted was nestled in the mountains, facing the sea to the west, serene


    and quiet, with excellent amenities.


    Before their arrival, he had cleared out the other patients; Ludwik wanted to ensure she was not


    disturbed and would recover properly.


    Whitney was cradled in his arms andid in the hospital room. She scrambled to the door, wing at it,


    her red eyes begging him to let her out.


    Off to the side, ine spoke in a haunting whisper, “Looks like she’s really not doing well, Ludwik. The


    doctor here just said she’s impulsive. Lucky you got her here in time.”


    The sanatorium’s physician quickly added, “Mr. Lippert, every expectant mother with prenatal


    depression goes through this. They dislike confinement. But try to see the bright side. She’s getting


    treatment, and once she’s better, she’ll be out in no time.“.


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    Ludwik’s expression was frosty as he watched her frail, tear–stained face, his hands clenched into fists.


    The doctor had mentioned that if her depression was not managed, it could adversely affect the baby


    through the umbilical cord, possibly leading to autism.


    He wanted these twins, and he wanted them healthy, which meant enduring this hardship for


    now.


    He took a deep breath and turned away, resolutely leaving the ce.


    “Ludwik!” Whitney pounded on the door, watching the back of his head disappear down the corridor,


    wondering how he could be so heartless.


    ine turned back for a moment. Her smile was unmistakably sinister.