Chapter 440

"Congratulations, Your Highness. You're four weeks pregnant."

The doctor's words made the Queen's fingers tremble slightly.

Her hand instinctively moved to her flat stomach as her eyes welled up with tears.

Ten years.

After a decade of waiting, she'd finally been blessed with a child.

"Dr. Laurent was right..." the Queen murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

She remembered kneeling in the rain the day Lulu died, consumed by despair. Now fate had granted her a second chance.

"I want this child to be born safely," the Queen declared, her gaze steely. "No matter the cost."

The doctor hesitated, clearly uncomfortable.

"Your Highness, your physical condition—"

"Get to the point."

"Medically speaking, we don't recommend continuing this pregnancy." The doctor swallowed hard. "Advanced maternal age combined with uterine complications makes this extremely high-risk."

The Queen stood abruptly, her chair screeching across the floor.

"Risk?" She laughed coldly. "I've stared death in the face. What do I care about risk?"

The doctor froze under her withering glare.

"Schedule my prenatal care." The Queen grabbed her purse without looking back. "I want the best medical team available."

Her footsteps quickened down the hallway.

She pulled out her phone and dialed Vivian Laurent.

"Dr. Laurent, I need you."

Thirty minutes later, in Vivian's office.

The Queen shoved the test results across the desk, her knuckles white with tension.

"Help me," she rasped. "You know better than anyone what this child means to me."

Vivian reviewed the report, her frown deepening.

Paper-thin uterine lining. Hormonal imbalances. Every metric screamed danger.

"Your Highness—"

"Don't tell me to terminate." The Queen cut her off. "I only want solutions."

Vivian took a deep breath.

"If you proceed, you could—"

"I don't care." The Queen's voice was ironclad. "I'd trade my life for this baby's without hesitation."

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the Queen's determined profile.

Vivian suddenly remembered finding her sobbing over Lulu's lifeless body that stormy night ten years ago.

She quietly closed the file.

"Alright. I'll help you."