Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 151: First Confrontation

Vivian Quinn froze. ’So this is Elle’s mother, Shirley Wentworth!’

Shirley Wentworth graciously extended a hand toward Vivian Quinn. "Hello, Miss Quinn. I’m Shirley Wentworth."

"Hello." Vivian Quinn collected herself and shook her hand. "Vivian Quinn."

"You’re very beautiful, Miss Quinn," Shirley Wentworth complimented her. "Jett has always had excellent taste."

"Thank you."

Shirley Wentworth looked at Jett Sterling and asked, "Has Elle been good? He hasn’t caused you any trouble, has he?"

Vivian Quinn was stunned. ’She’s admitting it outright!’

Jett Sterling’s expression remained impassive. "No."

"That’s good to hear. Though he looks like you, his personality doesn’t. He’s quite a handful. I was afraid he would be a bother, so I told him again and again to be on his best behavior."

The man in the wheelchair glanced up at her coolly. "Aren’t you going to offer me an explanation?"

"Jett, I know I owe you an explanation." Shirley Wentworth glanced at her watch. "Do you have time right now? We could find a place to sit down and talk."

"No," Jett Sterling refused bluntly. "I need to accompany my wife to visit a patient."

"It’s fine with me," Vivian Quinn said. "You two go ahead and talk. I can go up by myself."

"No." Jett Sterling held her hand. "If we’re going, you’re coming with me. There’s nothing you can’t hear."

Vivian Quinn was inexplicably touched.

She naturally trusted Jett Sterling, but at the same time, he was giving her a profound sense of security.

The smile on Shirley Wentworth’s face didn’t falter. "You two have such a wonderful relationship. How about this? I’ll go find a place first, and you can come over when you’re finished."

Jett Sterling looked at Vivian Quinn. "You decide."

Vivian Quinn thought for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. We really should treat Miss Wentworth to a meal."

"Okay."

...

Vivian Quinn brought the soup to Joy Chase and was soon ready to leave. "Joy, I have something to take care of, so I have to go. Take your time and drink up."

"Sis, it’s the holidays. Are you still in a rush?"

"I have something to handle. Jett Sterling is waiting for me outside."

Joy Chase gave her a knowing smile. "Oh, I see. Ditching your sis for your man. Go on, then."

"Getting bold enough to tease your big sister now, are we?" Vivian Quinn smiled and patted her face. "Just focus on getting better. You should be able to leave the hospital in a little over a month."

"Okay."

Vivian Quinn walked out of the hospital room and went up to Jett Sterling. "Let’s go."

"No rush." Jett Sterling smiled. "How about I take you shopping for a bit?"

"But we made plans with her."

"Like I said, no rush."

Jett Sterling took Vivian Quinn to the most high-end mall in Aethelgard. When they entered, the place was completely empty, without a single customer in sight.

"Huh?" Vivian Quinn was curious. "Is business really this bad? That can’t be right..."

Easton Rivers explained with a smile, "You’re right, Madam. This place is usually packed. Master Sterling booked the entire mall for today."

Vivian Quinn: "..."

"Isn’t that a bit much? We’re just going shopping."

"Master Sterling doesn’t like being stared at. He always has places like this cleared out."

Vivian Quinn: "..." ’The rich really can do whatever they want!’

Jett Sterling took her hand. "Take whatever you want."

"Your mother gave me a red envelope, so I was planning to buy her a gift in return. And I also want to get a few outfits and some toys for Elle."

Jett Sterling’s brow furrowed slightly. "There’s no need to buy him anything."

"Why not?" Vivian Quinn didn’t understand. "It’s not like we can’t afford it. Besides, he’s your biological son. We shouldn’t skimp on his food, clothing, or other necessities."

"Vivian, why don’t you understand?"

"Alright, alright, I know what you mean. I won’t buy him clothes, then. But I can at least get him a toy, right?"

"...Fine."

Vivian Quinn, mindful of their appointment with Shirley Wentworth, quickly finished her shopping. "Let’s go."

"No rush."

"Jett Sterling, it’s very rude to be late."

Only then did the man reluctantly agree. "Alright."

When the two of them arrived at the club, Shirley Wentworth was looking down at her watch.

"Jett, I was just about to call you. Your number hasn’t changed, has it?"

"No."

Shirley Wentworth smiled. "You’re rarely late. Did something happen at the hospital?"

"No."

"That’s good." Shirley Wentworth passed the menu over. "Let’s order."

Jett Sterling quickly ordered a few dishes. Shirley Wentworth, sipping her water, said in surprise, "Jett, you don’t eat asparagus."

"Vivian likes it."

Shirley Wentworth: "..."

The man looked at the girl beside him, his eyes gentle. "Is there anything else you want to eat?"

Vivian Quinn beamed. "I’m good. Let’s order something Miss Wentworth likes."

Jett Sterling handed the menu back. "I don’t know what you like to eat. Order it yourself. This meal is on me."

"Alright." Shirley Wentworth added two more dishes without a change in expression. After the waiter left, she began, "Jett, I’m sorry. I know I should have told you about Elle’s existence long ago, but I also knew you wouldn’t accept him, so I could only give birth to him in secret."

Jett Sterling’s long, well-defined fingers tapped intermittently against the side of his glass. "You knew full well I was already married, yet you still sent him to Sycamore Bay. What’s your objective?"

Shirley Wentworth seemed not to have expected such a direct question. Her exquisite, beautiful face turned a few shades paler. "Jett, a child isn’t an object you can just place somewhere. He’s a thinking, growing individual. He needs the love of a daddy and mommy, just like other children."

"Last semester, Elle got into several fights at kindergarten. The psychologist said that his lack of a father’s love is causing him to have a volatile temper and act out. I had no other choice but to bring him back."

"Jett, I knew you were married, and I don’t want to disturb your life. But I can’t give up on Elle. So, after thinking it over and over, I decided I had to let you know he exists and give him some fatherly love. Don’t worry. Once Elle’s condition stabilizes, I’ll take him away. I absolutely will not interfere with your life."

Vivian Quinn was quite moved, but in the next second, she heard the sound of clapping from beside her.

Vivian Quinn turned her head in astonishment, looking at Jett Sterling with curiosity.

The man’s face remained impassive, and his voice was as level as a flat line, without the slightest fluctuation.

"That was a very good explanation."

’Maybe it’s just my imagination,’ but Vivian Quinn felt a hint of sarcasm in Jett Sterling’s words.

"Shirley Wentworth, I have to admit, you’re very clever." Jett Sterling’s low, cold voice echoed in the private room. "You’ve completely absolved yourself of all responsibility. You’ve even painted yourself as the victim and me as the scumbag."

"You say Elle lacks a father’s love. If you truly didn’t want to disturb my peaceful life, I’m sure the Wentworth Family has more than enough means to handle this situation. So, while you claim you don’t want to be a bother, you’ve already become one. Don’t make yourself out to be so noble. If you didn’t have a motive, you never would have given birth to him in the first place."

Vivian Quinn was stunned. For any woman, those words were undoubtedly a fatal accusation!

Shirley Wentworth’s face turned pale, her red lips trembling uncontrollably. "Jett, that’s too hurtful!"