Chapter 684

"The second option is immediate intrauterine surgery to correct the fetal abnormality. This would allow the baby to develop normally afterward."

Queen Eleanor didn't hesitate. "I choose the second option!"

Vivian Laurent gently pressed her trembling hand. "Your Highness, please wait. Intrauterine surgery carries significant risks. The fetus is extremely small, and despite your excellent physical condition, your advanced maternal age multiplies the danger."

She paused. "Whether this procedure is viable depends on my full examination when I arrive in Eudora."

"I'll arrange a private jet immediately!" The Queen couldn't bear waiting another second.

Vivian checked her watch. "Tomorrow. I need to hand over several pending surgeries here first."

The Queen reluctantly agreed. As long as Vivian would come, she could wait.

The moment she hung up, Ethan Roscente appeared beside her. "Going to Eudora?"

"Yes."

"I'm coming."

Vivian frowned. "Why?"

He stated matter-of-factly. "Where my wife goes, I follow."

She rolled her eyes.

"This is a medical mission, not a honeymoon."

"I know. The Queen's fetus has complications."

Vivian raised an eyebrow. "Are you monitoring me?"

Ethan chuckled. "Just concerned."

"You're not an obstetrician."

"But I'll keep you safe." His gaze burned intensely. "And I should pay my respects to the King."

Vivian knew she couldn't shake him off.

"Theo wants to come too!" The little boy suddenly bounded over, eyes sparkling.

Ethan ruffled his hair. "Good. Time to visit home."

Vivian hesitated.

"Don't worry," Ethan murmured, lowering his voice. "I won't see Sophia Evans. You're the only one in my heart."

She glared. "Not in front of the child."

Kneeling down, she asked, "By the way, Theo, what's your full name?"

Theo blinked his large eyes, about to answer when Ethan interjected, "Theodore Evans."

Vivian froze.

The name... sounded like a combination of hers and Ethan's.

Ethan gave her a meaningful look. "I chose it."

Her ears burned. Quickly changing the subject, she said, "Flight's at 8 AM tomorrow. Don't be late."

"As you command, my lady." Ethan performed an exaggerated bow.

Theo giggled, copying his uncle's gesture. "As you command, Auntie!"

Vivian facepalmed.

These two were equally impossible.