Chapter 920

At the Roscente Group headquarters in Canada, Ethan Roscente was reviewing documents when his office door burst open.

"Mr. Roscente, urgent news from Eudora," Simon Eisner entered swiftly, his expression grave.

Ethan didn't look up. "What is it?"

"The Queen...she's had an accident," Simon lowered his voice. "She fell down the stairs and went into premature labor. The baby's condition is critical."

A streak of ink bled across the document from Ethan's pen.

His head snapped up. "Where's Vivian?"

"Dr. Laurent is already en route," Simon hesitated. "But Her Majesty's condition is dire. The infant might not—"

Ethan stood abruptly.

His face darkened like a gathering storm.

How dare they treat Vivian like some on-call servant? Pregnant and still being dragged across countries. If anything happened to her...

Worse yet, if the child couldn't be saved, would the Queen blame Vivian?

"Prepare the jet," Ethan grabbed his suit jacket.

Simon hurried after him. "But tomorrow's board meeting—"

"Cancel everything." Ethan didn't break stride. "We leave for Eudora now."

He needed to be there to shield Vivian himself.

...

In the Royal Eudoran Hospital operating theater, beads of sweat dotted Vivian Laurent's forehead as her nimble fingers manipulated silver needles.

The heart monitor showed a flatline with only the faintest flicker.

"Blood pressure still dropping!" a nurse cried.

"Prepare epinephrine," Vivian said calmly. "Give me three more minutes."

Her entire focus centered on each precise needle placement along critical meridians.

Seconds ticked by.

Suddenly—a single strong beep.

"Heartbeat restored!" the surgeon exclaimed.

The operating room filled with an infant's vigorous cries.

Vivian exhaled shakily, her knees nearly buckling.

"That was miraculous!" The lead physician's eyes shone. "Dr. Laurent, you must teach us this technique."

"It's not magic," Vivian wiped her brow. "Just a very determined little fighter."

Her hand instinctively cradled her own belly as she gazed at the newborn in the incubator.

This child would live.