Chapter 929

Vivian Laurent acted swiftly, delivering a precise chop to Queen Eleanor's nape.

"Mother!" Fiona Grandelle gasped.

"She's only temporarily unconscious." Vivian examined the queen's reopened wound. "This needs restitching."

Fiona bit her lip. "Viv, maybe I should—"

She wanted to reveal her brother's survival.

Vivian saw through her hesitation.

"This is your family matter." Vivian prepared the suturing kit. "I'll only offer advice. The consequences are yours to bear."

She left the warning unspoken.

If their hidden enemies learned the truth, both mother and child would be endangered.

Tears welled in Fiona's eyes. "I'm sorry..."

She shouldn't have doubted Vivian's intentions.

Ultimately, Fiona chose secrecy.

After completing the stitches, Vivian sought the king.

"Her Majesty suspects the staircase incident wasn't accidental. Any progress in the investigation?"

The weary monarch shook his head. "Too much time has passed. Evidence was erased."

"Spend more time with the queen." Vivian hinted carefully. "Opportunities may arise."

The king misunderstood. "At her age, we accept reality. Fiona is enough for us."

Vivian redirected. "Monitor online public sentiment."

The king considered this thoughtfully.

Royal duties weighed heavily as he forced himself to remain composed.

Meanwhile, the queen wept endlessly.

And the premature infant lay quietly in the incubator.

Vivian prepared to return home.

Only her departure would convince their enemies of the child's supposed demise.

She remotely monitored the baby's vitals daily.

The condition was improving.

Ethan Roscente already knew her itinerary.

He stood by the window, watching her plane vanish into the horizon.

Liam Valdemar followed covertly.

Under the pretense of assistance, he tracked Vivian's movements.

The Eudoran trip was merely a facade.

His true quarry remained Vivian herself.