Return of the Crowned Heiress

Return of the Crowned Heiress Chapter 549

In the past, Imogen had always been consumed by her sorrow over losing her sight. Outwardly, she pretended not to care, but inwardly, her spirits were perpetually low.

However, when viewed from another perspective, back when Stephan had witnessed her collapsing to the ground while screaming in agony, would the trauma and pain be any less than hers?

Now, Imogen used that incident as leverage to attack him and threatened to take her own life to force him into making a choice… How was that any different from stabbing a knife into his heart?

Ingen covered her mouth as a wave of immen

immense sorrow and regret washed over her. She dared not make a sound, but tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. Stanley noticed and pulled our a packet of tissues, handing two sheets to her.

Imogen accepted them, but her expression suddenly twisted in pain. She bent over, clutching her swollen belly and crying out, “M–My stomach. It hurts!”

Ms. Russell”

Stanley immediately supported her, his panicked eyes darting to Felicia for help.

Felicia quickly checked imogen’s pulse and cursed inwardly. “Her water broke. She’s going into labor!”

began seeping from

flustered, stammering, “B–But there are still two months to go! H–How can this

emotional and stressed. Going into premature labor is the best–case scenario at

regained her composure and instructed Stanley, “There’s no

the nearest hospital

travel arrangements had been meticulously prepared. The equipment and supplies for labor and delivery had been brought along, almost as if in anticipation of every

came to show, they could find a place to land

to be healthy. Although her water had broken, the situation wasn’t yet critical Even so, Imogen was visibly shaken, trembling

Lie down and stay still, We’re on our way to the hospital; everything

moment, regardless of any previous tensions, Felicia couldn’t bring herself to hold a

Imogen nodded tearfully.

Fortunately, everything proceeded smoothly.

hours later, the helicopter arrived at the

prepared state–of–the–art equipment with just a phone call. By the time the helicopter landed, Imogen, donched in sweat and wracked with pain, was

nervous than anyone

him, he seemed dazed and slow to respond.