Chapter 438

Vivian Laurent sat by Fiona Grandelle's bedside, speaking in soft tones.

Fiona's fingers clutched the blanket tightly, her eyes darting nervously.

"The sunshine is lovely today. Would you like to walk in the garden?"

Fiona immediately shook her head, burying her face deeper.

"I... I'd rather not."

Vivian noticed her unconsciously touching the scar on her cheek.

"I've revised the surgical plan. The risks are much lower now."

Fiona jerked her head up, eyes wide with fear.

"No! I won't do it! That's what you said last time!"

Her voice trembled as she curled into herself.

Vivian sighed and gently patted her shoulder.

Queen Eleanor of Eudora watched from the doorway, her heart aching.

"Dr. Laurent, may I have a word?"

In the hallway, the Queen rubbed her temples wearily.

"Fiona has always been like this. I can't bear to force her."

Vivian nodded. "She needs more time."

The Queen suddenly covered her mouth, suppressing a gag.

"Are you feeling unwell, Your Highness?"

"Perhaps jet lag. I've been nauseous lately."

Vivian considered this. "When was your last physical?"

"Last month in Eudora. The royal physician said everything was normal."

Vivian smiled slightly. "Would you like to try these?"

She produced a small packet of sour plums from her bag.

The Queen's eyes lit up as she eagerly opened it.

"Oh my! I've been craving sour things lately!"

Soon, the entire box disappeared.

Emily Garnache passed by with a fruit tray, peering curiously.

"Your Highness, would you like this extremely sour lemon?"

The Queen took the lemon and bit directly into it.

Emily's eyes widened. "Not too sour?"

The Queen smiled contentedly. "Perfect."

Vivian and Emily exchanged glances.

"Vivian... could Her Highness be..."

Vivian nodded. "Most likely."

"But last month's exam showed nothing."

"Early tests can sometimes be inaccurate."

Vivian watched the Queen's retreating figure.

"And with such obvious cravings..."

Emily gasped. "Heavens! This is wonderful news!"