Chapter 812

Vivian Laurent's schedule was packed.

Between her current tasks, she kept thinking about Queen Eleanor's condition.

She had left Eudora shortly after the last surgery. Though unable to personally care for the queen, every medical report still reached her promptly.

The fetus showed stable readings. The queen's health was steadily improving.

This little life would soon enter the world. Knowing how much the queen cherished this child, Vivian believed he would grow up safe and sound.

After hanging up with the queen, Fiona Grandelle immediately approached.

"Viv, is everything okay?" Fiona pouted angrily. "Those online rumors are ridiculous! You saved lives, yet they're accusing you of harming people. And that impostor—how dare they act so arrogantly!"

Mentioning the fake Dr. Luna made Fiona stamp her feet in frustration. The impersonator flaunted superiority in front of Vivian but avoided direct confrontation, resorting only to underhanded tricks.

"Don't worry. I have a plan." Vivian ruffled her hair. "Just focus on taking care of yourself."

"Got it!" Fiona suddenly grew bashful. "Viv...can I ask you something?"

"About Ryan Fairsprene?" Vivian saw right through her.

Fiona's eyes widened. "How did you guess?"

"Mind reading." Vivian winked.

"I...haven't seen Dr. Fairsprene in ages." Fiona bit her lip. "He barely replies to my messages. Does he...like someone else?"

Vivian shook her head with a smile. "He's buried in an important thesis lately—too busy to breathe. I guarantee no other woman is around him."

"Really?" Fiona exhaled in relief.

"When you visit Canada next time, he'll still be the same Dr. Fairsprene." Vivian reassured her.

Fiona fidgeted, twisting the hem of her shirt.

"Believe in yourself." Vivian squeezed her hand. "You're extraordinary. Who knows—you might outgrow him someday."

"Really?"

"Absolutely. Trust me!"

"Okay!" Fiona finally smiled.

Their call lasted much longer than expected. After hanging up, Vivian checked the time—her meeting with Madeline Delmonico should begin soon.

Inside the Delmonico mansion, Madeline's palms were sweating. The hidden camera was in place. She only needed the mysterious figure to appear.

The appointed time came and went. The drawing room remained empty.

Madeline grew uneasy. Had they sensed something? Why hadn't they shown up?