Chapter 917

Silver needles covered the infant's delicate skin like a tiny curled-up hedgehog.

The medical team held their breath, eyes locked on the quivering needles.

Seconds ticked by with no change on the flatlined monitor.

Some staff members began discreetly wiping tears.

Suddenly, a sharp beep shattered the silence.

"Cardiac rhythm restored!"

"My God, this is unbelievable!"

"Fifteen minutes without a pulse and still revived—this is a medical miracle!"

"Dr. Luna truly lives up to her reputation. This is resurrection in every sense!"

Cheers erupted in the operating room.

Vivian Laurent's forehead glistened with sweat, yet her hands never faltered.

"Don't celebrate yet," she murmured, voice low. "The critical phase begins now."

Her slender fingers adjusted needle placements with precision.

Each insertion sent ripples of tension through the observers.

......

Fiona Grandelle gently took the king's arm.

"Father, let's visit Mother."

The weary monarch nodded.

In the royal suite, Queen Eleanor tore at her bedsheets with frantic hands.

"Where's my baby? Give him back!"

Tear tracks streaked her pallid face as nails dug into her palms.

"Where have you hidden him?"

Her violent movements reopened surgical wounds, staining the hospital gown crimson.

"Your Majesty, you mustn't—"

"Out of my way!" The queen shoved nurses aside, hysterical. "I need to see my child!"

Bare feet hit cold marble before agony dropped her to her knees.

"Why won't anyone tell me the truth?"

Her white-knuckled grip twisted the bedframe.

"Has he... has my son..."

The final word lodged in her throat, too terrible to voice.