Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 136: For You, I Can Do Anything

Jett Sterling stayed with Vivian Quinn in the lounge for a while before wheeling himself out.

"Master Sterling," Easton Rivers stepped forward and bowed respectfully. "The doctor confirmed that the sleeping pills in the bird’s nest soup are strong enough to keep the madam asleep for a good while. It’s a newly developed medication with minimal side effects, so you can rest easy."

"Understood." The man’s clean, slender fingertips tapped lightly on the armrest of his wheelchair. "Joy Chase absolutely cannot die. Keep her alive, no matter the cost."

"You previously instructed us to find the best doctors for her treatment, but our efforts have been stalled by the lack of a suitable bone marrow match for transplant."

"If we don’t have one, find one. She has biological parents and siblings. Test every single one of them. The point is, she must be cured."

Easton Rivers hadn’t expected Jett Sterling to be so resolute. He bowed his head. "Yes, sir. I understand what needs to be done."

When Vivian Quinn opened her eyes, her mind was still foggy.

She stared at the white ceiling for a long moment before her thoughts gradually cleared. She shot upright, but the world spun violently around her, and she collapsed back onto the bed.

Vivian Quinn pressed a hand to her dizzy head. After resting for a moment, she slowly got out of bed, dressed, and walked out.

Beyond the door was a living room where Jett Sterling sat at a desk, handling business on his laptop. Hearing the door open, he turned, a smile touching his eyes. "You’re awake?"

"How did I sleep for so long?" Vivian Quinn asked, glancing at the night sky outside. "How is Joy?"

"She hasn’t woken up, but there haven’t been any complications. Don’t be so anxious."

"I’m going to see her."

"Vivian," Jett Sterling called out to stop her. "It’s pointless for you to go to the ICU to see her right now. Instead of doing that, you should sit down and help think of a solution. The medical team says her chances of recovery are high if we can find a suitable bone marrow match for a transplant."

"I’ve been looking," Vivian Quinn said helplessly. "But there are no suitable matches in the bone marrow registry. I’ve even started pinning my hopes on Rachel Quinn having her baby, thinking her umbilical cord blood might be usable."

"That’s too passive. For one thing, she isn’t due anytime soon. Even if she gives birth, do you think she’d be willing to give you the cord blood? And even if you got it, what’s the guarantee it would even work?"

Vivian Quinn’s head felt like it was about to split. "I know all that, but I really don’t have any other options. Don’t you get it?"

"Vivian, don’t panic yet. Joy Chase’s parents are still alive. According to my investigation, they’ve never been tested as potential matches for her."

Vivian Quinn shook her head. "Her biological parents are alive, but they might as well not be. Her father is serving time in prison, and her mother abandoned her long ago to remarry. I heard she even had another child. In all these years, she’s never once visited Joy, let alone called."

"Isn’t that perfect?" Jett Sterling smiled. "She’s alive and has another child. That means both she and that child are blood relatives of Joy Chase. Every additional person is another ray of hope."

"You make it sound too simple." Vivian Quinn sank onto the sofa. "Do you think I haven’t tried finding her? I begged her to go to the hospital and get tested, but she threw me out. She said she has a new life now and told us not to bother her. Her attitude was atrocious."

"Vivian, a person like that will never listen unless you resort to more... forceful measures."

Vivian Quinn froze for a moment before sinking into deep thought. After a long pause, she nodded with determination. "You’re right. Joy’s life is hanging by a thread. I can’t afford to be delicate anymore. Even if I have to use force, I have to make her get tested. If she’s a match, I’ll make her donate, no matter what it takes!"

"Vivian, it doesn’t have to be that difficult." Jett Sterling wheeled himself in front of her. "Leave this to me."

Vivian Quinn hesitated briefly before nodding. "Time is short, so I won’t stand on ceremony. Thank you."

"I’ve already sent Easton Rivers to handle it. He’ll let you know when there’s news. But I have one condition."

"Name it."

"You need to eat properly, sleep well, and take care of your body."

Vivian Quinn nodded. "Okay."

...

Vivian Quinn was surprised by how efficient Easton Rivers was. Just two days later, he arrived at the hospital with Joy Chase’s mother.

Vivian Quinn stared at the woman before her—whose utterly plain face would vanish in any crowd—and felt a little dazed.

In her childhood memories, Holly Jenner had only ever beaten or cursed at her, never showing her an ounce of affection... ’Then again, she wasn’t my biological mother, either.’

"Vivian." Seeing her, Holly Jenner was uncharacteristically cheerful, her face alight with joy. "It’s been so long! Look what I brought for you."

As if presenting a treasure, she pulled a bag from her suitcase. "It’s homemade sweet potato noodles. You loved these when you were little. I’ll make them for you, all right?"

Vivian Quinn felt nothing, but she still offered a polite, "Thank you."

"Don’t mention it."

Vivian Quinn didn’t know how Easton Rivers had persuaded Holly Jenner to come, but it wasn’t hard to guess. She cut straight to the chase. "I asked you here because I need you to get tested as a match for Joy. She’s dying."

"Yes, yes, of course we’ll do it! We can do it right now!" Holly Jenner replied eagerly. "Look, I even brought your sister. She’ll get tested too. As long as we can save Joy, we’re willing to donate bone marrow."

Only then did Vivian Quinn notice the teenage girl trailing behind Holly Jenner. She looked to be about fifteen or sixteen and was staring at Vivian nervously. "What are you spacing out for?" Holly shoved her daughter. "Say hello!"

Forced to speak, the girl’s voice was barely a whisper. "S... Sister."

Vivian Quinn: "..." ’Sister? Since when am I her sister?!’

"Hello," Vivian Quinn greeted politely. "Thank you for coming."

Easton Rivers spoke up at the perfect moment. "Madam, I’ll take them to the doctor now to go over the testing process."

Vivian Quinn couldn’t have been more relieved. "Good."

"Alright, Vivian, we’ll head over. I’ll make you those noodles later," Holly Jenner offered, trying to curry favor.

"We’ll see. The test is the priority."

"Right, right."

Once they had left, Vivian Quinn breathed a sigh of relief and turned to the man in the wheelchair. "You paid them off, didn’t you?"

Jett Sterling didn’t deny it. "Everyone needs money. Especially the poor."

Vivian Quinn: "..."

"How much did you pay?"

"Not much. One million per person for the test. If there’s a match and they donate, five million."

Vivian Quinn: "..." ’You call that "not much"?’

"Thank you."

"Don’t thank me yet. Joy Chase’s father is coming to be tested as well."

"But he’s in prison."

"I have my ways."

"I believe you." An inexplicable calm settled over Vivian Quinn’s heart. "Just... Jett Sterling, please don’t do anything illegal for my sake, okay?"

Jett Sterling smiled. "Vivian, for you, I would do anything."