Chapter 918

Queen Eleanor yanked the IV needle from her arm. Blood instantly welled up from the puncture site.

She struggled to rise, but collapsed onto the floor from the excruciating pain in her abdomen.

"Your Majesty!" Two maidservants rushed forward in panic.

The Queen curled on the carpet, clutching her stomach as tears soaked the fabric.

King Edward and Fiona had just reached the hospital room door when a dull thud sounded from inside.

Fiona's face drained of color. She shoved the door open and charged in.

"Mother!"

The Queen lay pale as death on the floor, a growing pool of blood beneath her.

The King and Fiona carefully lifted the Queen back onto the bed.

"My baby...where's my baby?" The Queen gripped her husband's sleeve with desperate strength.

The King's Adam's apple bobbed. "Dr. Laurent is performing emergency procedures..."

He couldn't bring himself to voice the grim possibility.

The Queen began trembling violently. "No! My child will be fine!"

"Darling, if...if we can't save this baby—"

"Silence!" The Queen cut him off hysterically. "Dr. Laurent saved Fiona! She'll save my baby too!"

Fiona clasped her mother's hand, eyes red-rimmed. "Mom, please calm down first..."

"Calm down? How?" Tears streamed down the Queen's face. "He's only seven months along!"

She suddenly seized Fiona's shoulders. "Dr. Laurent performed fetal surgery before. Can't she put my baby back inside me?"

The King closed his eyes in anguish.

"Mother, your current physical condition..." Fiona's voice broke.

The Queen went eerily still, her gaze hollow. "Where's Dr. Laurent? I need to see Dr. Laurent..."

She whispered feverishly, "She'll save my baby...she has to..."

The room filled with nothing but stifled sobs.

Everyone pinned their last hope on that young miracle-working physician.