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Chapter_239
The plane’s engines hummed steadily as Ludwik stared out of the window, his hands still trembling from the cold and the fury that had taken root in his chest. His gaze never left the ocean, where the cliff had swallowed his family’s truth and, in his mind, everything he had ever known. The emptiness in his heart felt like it had been carved out by something far sharper than mere loss—betrayal.
Elaine’s lies echoed in his ears, each word more twisted than the last. His mind couldn’t stop replaying the sight of the bloodstains, the chilling possibility of what might have happened to Whitney, the questions that remained unanswered, and the agonizing silence left in her wake. Why? he kept asking himself, but the question had no answer.
The child in his arms stirred faintly, still clinging to life despite the odds. He glanced down, and for the briefest moment, the baby’s tiny, trembling hand gripped his finger. A wave of guilt washed over him. Was this little one meant to be a symbol of hope, or was it simply another tragic casualty in a world too cruel for them?
Felix’s voice, soft but firm, broke the silence in the cabin. “Mr. Lippert, we’re doing everything we can. The search will continue. You’ll have answers soon. But you need to focus on the child. It’s not too late for them.”
Ludwik nodded without looking up, his thoughts scattered. Too late for what? He didn’t know. He didn’t know what to think, what to believe anymore. His chest ached with the loss, the betrayal of Whitney abandoning their child, and the growing realization that he was now alone in this fight.
Elaine’s actions—her manipulation, her carefully spun lies—had sent him spiraling. She had told him that Whitney was gone. The thought of Whitney, broken and desperate, possibly flinging one of their children to the sea, tore him apart. He wanted to deny it, to believe that there was more to the story, that something would explain it all. But the evidence—the blood trail, the absence of any trace of Whitney—gnawed at him relentlessly.
And yet, there was that small, fragile life in his arms, barely holding on, that reminded him of his duty, his purpose. No matter the questions, the pain, or the uncertainty that loomed ahead, he had to protect this child. The legacy of the love he had shared with Whitney—whatever remained of it—was now something he needed to fight for.
He looked up at Felix, who had been keeping a close watch on him, and spoke with a voice that was more composed than he felt. “Do you think there’s any chance she’s alive, Felix? Do you think there’s a chance she made it?”
Felix hesitated before answering, the weight of the situation hanging heavy between them. “I don’t know, Mr. Lippert. But if there’s any hope, we’ll find her. We’re not stopping until we do.”
Ludwik’s eyes darkened, his resolve hardening as he clenched his jaw. “We’re not stopping. I’ll find her, Felix. And when I do… I’ll make sure she answers for what she’s done.”
The words were a vow, not just to himself, but to the tiny life still cradled in his arms. He wouldn’t let this end like this—not without knowing the truth. Not without fighting for justice, for his family.
As the plane ascended into the night sky, Ludwik’s mind churned with plans, scenarios, and the harsh reality of the situation. The ocean below stretched endlessly, an abyss of uncertainty. But he wasn’t ready to let go of his search. He couldn’t. There were too many unanswered questions, too many lies, too much pain.
The storm inside him had only just begun.
