Chapter 936
"Fiona, is this really true?" Queen Eleanor's voice trembled as her fingers clutched the hem of her dress.
She had endured too many shattered hopes before. Now she barely dared to breathe.
Fiona Grandelle held her mother's ice-cold hands. "Mom, little brother is safe. Vivian risked everything to save him. Even the doctors called it a miracle."
Tears spilled from the Queen's eyes, streaming down her cheeks.
"Vivian came immediately despite being pregnant herself," Fiona said, her voice breaking. "She insisted on trying one more time. If not for her, brother would have..."
The King stood nearby, his Adam's apple bobbing, eyes rimmed red.
The hospital door opened softly. A nurse entered carrying a small bundle.
"My baby..." The Queen stumbled forward but froze mid-step.
The infant in the blanket was so tiny, his skin a delicate pink as he slept peacefully.
"He...he's really alive?" The Queen hesitated to reach out, fearing this might be an illusion.
The King stepped forward and gently touched the baby's cheek.
The warmth against his fingers made him shudder.
"Our son," the King rasped. "He's really come back to us."
The Queen finally broke down, covering her face with trembling hands as violent sobs wracked her body.
"Mom, brother still needs special care," Fiona said softly. "Vivian said he can't leave until his vitals stabilize."
The Queen nodded frantically, unable to tear her gaze from the child.
"We won't blame Vivian," the King said firmly. "She saved our child. This debt can never be repaid."
Fiona exhaled in relief. "Vivian only kept it secret because she feared someone might harm brother."
The Queen wiped her tears and shakily dialed a number.
"Vivian..." Her voice cracked immediately. "Thank you. My child...my baby is alive..."
On the other end, Vivian Laurent smiled unconsciously at the Queen's weeping.
"It was my duty," Vivian said gently. "Seeing the prince healthy is reward enough."
The Queen clutched the phone tightly. "No, you're our family's savior. Anything you want, we'll—"
"Your Majesty," Vivian interrupted softly. "The prince's life is all the thanks I need."
Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the baby's rosy cheeks.
Finally gathering courage, the Queen reached to hold her son's tiny hand.
The warmth against her palm confirmed this was no dream.