Love beyond the mask (Whitney)

Chapter 259

Whitney was on the brink of panic.

Her little Sammy, only three and a half years old, had somehow managed to board an international

flight all by himself and sneak back home. The kid was too smart for his own good, making him quite

the troublemaker.

She dashed across the backyard, heading towards the driveway.

She remembered giving Sammy a smartwatch with a phone feature. Whitney tried to reach her little

munchkin to pinpoint his location.

Banyan City was vast and full of dangers…

‘Thud‘!

She was moving so fast that she accidentally kicked something.

It was soft and squishy. She looked down to find a little boy!

He was sitting by the pond, curled up like a little dumpling, dressed in a posh black suit with a white

bow tie, sitting up straight with an air of seriousness.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, little guy!” Whitney apologized in a gentle voice.

The boy turned his head. The ground lights cast a soft glow.

Their eyes met, and both paused.

Daniel thought, “What a beautiful lady.”

But Whitney was taken aback, pausing for a second before rushing over in shock and annoyance,

“Sammy? You little rascal, how did you know Mommy was here, and how dare you come looking for

me?”

Whitney was certain the face belonged to her son beyond any doubt!

She immediately scooped the child into her arms, hugging him tightly, a mix of alarm and relief

in her voice. “Baby, you can’t just leave the country without telling Mommy. How could you do this? Do

you know how worried I’ve been…..”

“Mommy?” A cool little voice uttered the syllables.

His delicate hands pushed her away.

Whitney frowned slightly,

The little guy stepped back warily, eyeing her curiously from head to toe, then said with certainty yet

politely, “Lady, I don’t know you! You’re so pretty. Are you a kidnapper?”

To Daniel, despite the bad blood with Ludwik, he remembered every word his dad had said.

Pretty women are kidnappers!

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But why did she seem so familiar? His little heart was racing for no apparent reason.

Speechless, Whitney was completely stunned.

What on earth was her son talking about?

She let go of the child, looked him up and down, and gazing into his clear, cold eyes, she had a

clue.

“Sammy, is your illness acting up?” He rarely had dissociative episodes, but when he did, he was

colder than usual and did not remember anything when he was lucid.

“You don’t even recognize your mommy now?”

Whitney muttered to herself, reaching for her son’s hand again, glancing at his outfit and chuckling.

“And you came back in a fancy little suit you never wear, with your hair all combed to perfection.

But don’t think you can fool Mommy like that; no matter what you turn into, you’re still my little

Sammy!”

Sammy?

Daniel furrowed his brows, studying the woman. Who was she calling?

“Sammy isn’t my name.”

Whitney was utterly speechless. How could she explain anything to a kid with dissociative identity

disorder?

“So what’s your name now?”

Danny pondered for a moment before replying cautiously, “A man can’t just tell a woman his name.

What if you have bad intentions? I’d be in trouble then.”

Whitney grimaced. She pinched his ear, her patience wearing thin, “Enough with the act, okay? I’ll let it

slide because you’re sick. Let’s not worry about that for now, Sammy. This place isn’t safe.”

Whitney looked around warily, mainly afraid that Ludwik would appear out of nowhere.

If he found out his son was alive, he’d definitely fight her for custody!

Her brows furrowed, and she quickly scooped him up. “Mommy’s done here. Come on, let’s go home!”

She kept calling herself ‘Mommy‘ in a sweet and soft voice, which left Daniel slightly stunned.

Her embrace was so warm. He had never felt warmth like this from Elaine, only annoyance. Taryn had

said that he had a real mommy, but she was missing!

Daniel pursed his lips, hesitating but eventually pushing her away. “I can’t go home with you; I don’t

know you. I only came out to get away from those annoying bodyguards. If I go home with you, my

family will be angry!”

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Whitney was at a loss, treating his words as if the little boy had concocted some imaginary. family.

“Apart from me, where else do you get another family from?”

Daniel was about to say he had a daddy when Whitney quickly took out her phone, showing him.

several photos with a hint of irritation. “Samuel Valentine, let me introduce myself again. I’m your

mommy. Here are your photos, hundreds of them on my phone. You are my son. Do you believe me

now?”

Daniel stared at the phone with wide eyes. How did this woman have his picture?

But no, that was not right. The boy on the phone was dressed differently, all in sporty outfits, not like his

own little suit. He looked vibrant and lively, unlike his usual somber and frail self.

“So he is Samuel, Sammy? Who is he, and why did he have the same face as me? Ludwik has never

mentioned I have a brother!” He wondered.

Daniel’s clever brain was at a loss. What was going on?

“You have nothing to say now, huh!” Whitney rolled her eyes silently, picking up the little guy again.

He was daydreaming, cold and cool, very different from the usual Sammy who loved to laugh, was

quirky, and a warm–hearted kid.

Whitney was actually chilled by tonight’s ‘Sammy.‘

But considering he was sick, it was not that surprising.

This woman, could she really be his real mommy?

Otherwise, how could she have given birth to a son who looked exactly like him?

No, he had to figure out what was going on!

If she was really his mommy, that would be great. Oh, he had a real mom now; no more acting and

bullying from Elaine.

With that thought, Daniel pursed his lips, deciding to go home with Mommy first!

As for Ludwik, who had him come out tonight to impress Elaine, he can reflect on himself for a few

days while he was away! Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Daniel comfortably leaned on the woman’s shoulder and finally spoke up, “Then, take me with you.”

“Why do you have to make it sound like such a chore.” Whitney chuckled, tucking her son’s

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head protectively under her arm as they were about to cross a long hallway.

Daniel, with keen eyes, spotted the bodyguard at the end of the corridor and immediately became

alarmed. “Don’t go this way! I know a shortcut. It’s faster to get out.”

Whitney was baffled.

Was this kid not just back from abroad and visiting here for the first time?

But her gaze swept over the VIP lounges. Wary of bumping into Ludwik, she promptly turned on her

heel to take the side passage, hastening her steps.

At the end of the hallway, 150 feet away, Sammy was fiddling with his smartwatch’s GPS, relieved to

have finally located his mommy within a hundred meters.

Lifting his big eyes, he caught sight of a familiar figure and was about to run over, “Mommy!”

“Young master?” Suddenly, a bodyguard ran up, panting and blocking his path, “Thank heavens we’ve

found you!”

Confused, Sammy looked around; he was the only kid there.

He shook his head in denial, “I’m not the young master.”

“Don’t play games with us, please!” The bodyguard forced a smile, then immediately shouted to the

side, “Quick, inform Boss, the young master has been found!”