Just downstairs, when he saw her condition, he couldn't bother about the Moonbeam, he immediately turned back.
"It's okay, don't worry..." Ivana Bennett turned her face to him with a reassuring smile, "I think I might be going into labor."
Phoebe was stunned, "But... isn't the due date still a week away?"
Ivana's smile was a bit pale, "Due dates are just a rough estimate, this little one seems to be in a bit of a hurry."
The door was pushed open again, and the bodyguard and assistant came in with two doctors.
"Hurry up!"
Lucas Walker ordered loudly, the doctors stepped forward, asked Ivana Bennett some questions, and then each straightened up.
"How is it?" Lucas Walker asked.
"Your Majesty," one doctor hesitated before speaking, "judging from the Queen's condition, she is very likely to give birth soon, but you know... we are not gynecologists."
"My suggestion is... it would be best to get the Queen to the hospital." Another doctor suggested.
