Chapter 439

Emily Garnache's eyes widened, her teacup nearly slipping from her grasp.

The Queen was pregnant?

Vivian Laurent stepped forward and gave a slight bow.

"Your Highness, I recommend you go to the hospital for a thorough examination immediately."

The Queen's fingers froze around the jujube candy she held.

"Is something... wrong with me?" Her voice trembled.

Vivian's gaze dropped to the Queen's abdomen.

"It might be good news. What you've been hoping for... may have come true."

The candy fell to the floor with a soft thud.

The Queen's hand instinctively pressed against her stomach, her eyes shimmering with disbelief.

"Dr. Laurent, are you saying—"

Just a month ago, Vivian had told her the chances of conception were slim.

"It's just a preliminary assessment. We need a hospital to confirm."

The Queen stood abruptly, not even pausing to grab her coat as she rushed out.

"Take care of Fiona for me."

Emily watched the Queen's hurried departure, her expression troubled.

"Vivian, if Her Highness really is expecting..."

She bit her lip, leaving the thought unfinished.

Vivian shook her head gently.

"At her age, carrying this pregnancy to term will be extremely difficult."

The risks for a woman in her forties were far too high.

Emily's eyes reddened.

"How heartbreaking for her..."

Vivian turned to the window.

"It's her choice to make."

At the hospital, the Queen clutched the test results, her knuckles white.

When she saw the word "Positive," she covered her mouth, tears spilling over.

She was really pregnant!

But the doctor's expression remained grim.

"Your Highness, this fetus..."