Chapter 921

Vivian pushed open the emergency room door. Fiona was pacing anxiously inside.

"Vivian!" Fiona's eyes lit up as she hurried forward.

Vivian removed her surgical mask, beads of sweat still glistening on her forehead.

"He's stabilized for now." Her voice was low. "But his condition remains critical."

Fiona exhaled sharply, relief washing over her face. "I knew you could save him!"

"Don't celebrate yet." Vivian frowned. "This isn't over."

She glanced around before lowering her voice. "How's your mother?"

"Still waiting in her room." Fiona bit her lip. "She said...it wasn't an accident."

Vivian's pupils contracted.

"What do you mean?"

"Mother claims she stepped on something..." Fiona's voice trailed off.

Vivian suddenly grabbed Fiona's wrist with bruising force.

"Oh no."

The rumors about the Queen's abnormal fetus during her last prenatal checkup flashed through Vivian's mind. She'd suspected foul play then.

And now this...

"The baby must die." Vivian said abruptly.

Fiona gasped. "Vivian, what are you saying?"

Vivian dragged her back into the ER. The medical staff looked up in surprise.

"From this moment," Vivian's voice turned icy, "announce the resuscitation failed."

The doctors exchanged confused glances.

"That's an order." Vivian scanned the room. "One word leaks out..."

Her gaze locked onto Fiona.

Though bewildered, the princess nodded firmly. "Do as she says."

Inside the incubator, the tiny pink newborn slept peacefully.

Fiona couldn't resist asking. "But why..."

"If we want to save this child," Vivian stared at the infant, "he must first be 'dead.'"