Chapter 692
Vivian Laurent had just finished her examination when she looked up to see Ethan Roscente standing at the end of the hallway.
"Why are you here?" She frowned slightly.
Ethan strode toward her, the hem of his lab coat swaying with each step. "Just wanted to see you."
Vivian arched a brow. "What's so interesting about me?" She leaned in suddenly. "Or is it just my face you like?"
His Adam's apple bobbed.
"No," he said, his voice low. "I just wanted to come."
He couldn't explain this feeling. Every time he saw Vivian, his heartbeat quickened. There was something about her—an irresistible pull that held his gaze captive.
"Need some water?" Ethan changed the subject.
Vivian shook her head. "No."
"Then let me massage your shoulders." He gestured to the nearby chair. "You've been standing all morning."
She eyed him skeptically. "You know how?"
Ethan chuckled. "Try me and find out."
His long fingers settled on her shoulders, applying just the right pressure. Vivian closed her eyes, savoring the relief.
Nearby, Fiona Grandelle hugged a medical chart to her chest, watching them with envy.
She thought of Ryan Fairsprene—the man who always smiled so gently yet never spared her a second glance. Even sending him a simple text took her half a day of hesitation.
......
Queen Eleanor's surgery was scheduled for dawn the next day.
Late that night, an explosive headline swept across Eudora's internet: Queen's Fetus Diagnosed with Deformity—Suspected Supermale Syndrome.
Public outrage erupted instantly. Some demanded termination, while others hurled curses at the royal family.
The Queen fainted upon seeing the news.
When Vivian arrived at the emergency summons, she found Queen Eleanor lying in bed, tears streaming down her face. "How could my child be a monster...?"
Fiona grabbed Vivian's arm anxiously. "Dr. Laurent, who's behind this?"
Vivian's expression darkened. With the surgery imminent, the Queen's emotional breakdown drastically increased the risks.
She swiftly assessed the Queen's condition while her mind raced.
This was no coincidence. Either it was a political scheme targeting the Queen—or it was aimed at her.
If the latter... One misstep in the operating room would ruin her forever.
Vivian narrowed her eyes. Whoever was behind this wouldn't dare tamper with the surgery directly. Their only option was to break the Queen psychologically.
She gently pressed the Queen's trembling hand. "Don't be afraid. I'm here."