Chapter 914

Vivian Laurent had just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking Queen Eleanor would safely complete her pregnancy.

But disaster struck without warning.

At dawn, the Queen slipped on the palace staircase and tumbled down from a great height.

She was already over eight months pregnant, mere weeks from her due date.

The fall caused severe hemorrhaging, putting her in critical condition.

The Royal Medical Team rushed her to the royal hospital immediately.

The King called Vivian personally, his voice trembling as he begged her to come at once.

"I'll arrange a private jet immediately!"

Vivian's fingers shook as she hung up.

She thought fetal abnormalities were the biggest challenge, but this accident proved even more devastating.

The distance between the two countries was vast. Even the fastest jet would take hours.

By the time she arrived, it might be too late...

Why did this unborn child face so many trials?

Fiona Grandelle had just left the palace when she received the terrible news.

She boarded the private jet with Vivian, clutching her hand the entire flight.

"Vivian, Mom and the baby will be okay, right?"

Vivian couldn't promise anything.

A fall down stairs was far more dangerous than a simple trip.

Combined with the risks of the Queen's advanced maternal age, the situation looked grim.

"All we can do now is pray," Vivian said softly.

During the flight, updates from the medical team kept coming.

The Queen required an emergency C-section immediately.

"This baby has suffered so much..." Fiona wept uncontrollably. "Why does our family face so much tragedy?"

"Don't think like that," Vivian squeezed her hand. "There's no such thing as a curse."

When the jet landed, the worst news arrived.

Due to premature birth and severe trauma, the fetus showed dangerously weak vital signs.

The medical team was losing hope.

"Keep trying!" Vivian shouted into the phone. "I'll be there in thirty minutes!"

But those thirty minutes might decide life or death.