Love beyond the mask ( Whitney )
Chapter 329

Here's the revised translation, with cultural adjustments and context refinements to suit an English-speaking audience:

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"Ugh..." Elaine felt like she was drowning. Her nostrils filled with water, and in her frantic struggle, all she inhaled was soapy water.

Whitney felt a surge of satisfaction, her anger boiling over. "How does it feel, huh? Painful? When it comes to reasoning with you, what's the point? Three years ago, when Sammy was born and ended up with asthma, it was your doing. And now, three years later, you cruelly try to kill him again!

If you ever lay a finger on my kids again, I swear, one day I'll skin you alive and drink your blood..."

"You're only doing this because you have no proof against me, right? You can't touch me..." Elaine gasped, mocking her. "Or do you want Ludwik to replace out about the other little secret you're hiding? I don't think so. So, you'll just have to swallow your anger, won't you?" "Is that so?" Whitney smirked, flicking a syringe into view. "Swallowing my anger isn't in my vocabulary anymore!"

The needle pointed at Elaine's eyes, getting closer until it was just a millimeter away. Elaine panicked, screaming, "Ludwik, Ludwik, help! Whitney's going to blind me!"

Ludwik had instructed the chef to prepare a nutritious meal for Danny, leaving an extra portion, which he sent to Elaine via a bodyguard.

But the bodyguard, hearing the screams outside the room, immediately turned to fetch Ludwik.

"What's going on?"

Ludwik approached the door, his sharp gaze piercing through the window, his expression darkening instantly.

He burst in, "Whitney!"

His shout momentarily silenced the room.

Then came Elaine's cries, full of immense grievance. "Ludwik, please, you have to save me. I don't know why Ms. Valentine wants to kill me!" Ludwik's eyes narrowed, spotting the blood seeping through Elaine's gown.

Her face was a mess, covered in vomit and utterly disheveled, looking grotesquely ugly without makeup.

Ludwik frowned, stepping forward to support the woman about to fall from the bed, casting a cold glance at Whitney. "What are you doing?" "What does it look like?"

In response to his angry question, Whitney was even colder, the syringe moving through the air with a chilling arc, terrifying Elaine immensely.

She made no attempt to hide her actions, kicking over a basin of water and sneering at the foaming Elaine. "Elaine claims she saved my son during the kidnapping. I'm just here to 'thank' her, let her feel a fraction of what my son suffered." It was something Elaine knew, but Ludwik did not.

The battle between the two women was something Elaine could not openly challenge, nor did Whitney.

Ludwik was left confused.

He turned his sharp gaze to Whitney. "Bodyguard, restrain her."

Elaine's sobs intensified. "Ludwik, she tried to drown me with soapy water, and now she wants to blind me. Please, call a doctor to pump my stomach."

Ludwik's gaze softened as he lifted Elaine to seek medical help, leaving Whitney staring at his retreating back, her heart numb and cold.

Did Sammy, who had just undergone surgery, know about this?

As for her father... a complete disappointment.

With a cold resolve, Whitney injected the syringe into the arms of several bodyguards who, without Ludwik's command, dared not retaliate. Just as she was about to leave, Ludwik's strong grip caught her wrist.

"Have you caused enough trouble? Want me to throw you in jail?" Ludwik pinned her against the wall, his tone harsh.

"Oh, hit a nerve protecting your precious Elaine?" Whitney mocked with a sneer.

"I was outside the window. I saw you attack her, and she couldn't defend herself."

"And do you have any idea how despicable she is? Ludwik, you know nothing!

I'm warning you, keep your sweetheart, but if she dares hurt... Danny again, I'll make her pay.

She harms my child, I harm her, and you can't stop me!" Whitney's voice trembled with unspoken rage.

Ludwik's brows knotted tighter, his deep gaze trying to comprehend the fury in the small woman before him, her anger almost palpable.

"Danny was not in life-threatening danger. If you really cared, you'd have visited him first instead of going after Elaine.

Elaine was also a victim in the kidnapping. Are you implying she orchestrated it to harm Danny?

That's ludicrous. No one would put themselves at risk just to hurt a child.

Besides, she's shown no intent to harm Danny in the past three years. Why would she suddenly act now?"

Whitney couldn't say it was because of Sammy!

Ludwik, trusting only in evidence, said, "Moreover, she's given her statement to the police. You might want to check that out before accusing her of lying."

Whitney scoffed, her disappointment in Ludwik growing. He was being fooled by the same tricks, just like three years ago.

Tired of explanations and seeing no point in arguing further, Whitney attempted to leave, only for Ludwik to hold her back. "Did I say you could go?"

"Do I look like I have anything left to say to a blind man like you, Mr. Lippert?"

Ludwik's face darkened, his piercing gaze locked onto her red lips as he towered over her, an unspoken threat lacing his tone. "If that pretty mouth of yours can't learn to speak properly, maybe I should teach you how, huh?" The air was thick with his dominating presence and the clear threat in his words.

Whitney turned her face away, seething.

His voice, deep and questioning, broke the silence. "There's something that's been bugging me! Last night, with the surveillance pointing north, how in the world did you know that our son was tied up in the south?" She had been right, and that was irrefutable.

Whitney caught her breath, her heart pounding. She couldn't say, couldn't reveal Sammy's secret.

Her silence only fueled Ludwik's suspicion. "What are you hiding? Is there a secret you're keeping from me?"

"Secrets? Please! And let me turn that around - you didn't believe me, did you? So why did you end up coming south after all?" Whitney deflected, hoping to steer the conversation away.

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This version maintains the original's emotional intensity and narrative details while ensuring the language and cultural references are suitable for an English-speaking audience.