Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 160: Elle Looks Like Vivian Quinn

"Of course." Vivian Quinn looked at Jett Sterling. "Take your time. I’ll go ahead."

"Mm."

Shirley Wentworth followed Vivian Quinn to a side room. After a brief greeting, they quickly began discussing Elle’s medical condition.

Vivian Quinn took notes as she listened, occasionally offering her opinions to discuss with the doctors.

Shirley Wentworth listened attentively but couldn’t get a word in.

About half an hour later, the discussion concluded. The doctors got up to leave, and Vivian Quinn took a sip of water, continuing to write in her notebook.

Shirley Wentworth watched her and smiled. "You’re very professional, Miss Quinn."

Vivian Quinn smiled. "Well, I am a medical student."

"I know, but the way you were just speaking with them... you didn’t seem like a college student."

Vivian Quinn scratched her hair, a bit embarrassed. "You’re being too kind."

"Not at all. I was just thinking that Jett really is impressive."

"Why do you say that all of a sudden?"

"He has an eye for spotting a diamond in the rough," Shirley Wentworth said candidly. "Miss Quinn, if you’ll forgive my bluntness, I’ve actually looked into you. I know about your past..."

Seeing her trail off, Vivian Quinn smiled openly. "That I was ugly and crippled, right?"

"...I’m sorry."

"You’re very polite, Miss Wentworth, but there’s nothing that can’t be said. It’s the truth." Vivian Quinn twirled the pen in her hand. "I was disfigured, and my leg was crippled."

"That’s why I said Jett can spot a diamond in the rough."

Vivian Quinn nodded. "But I believe that even if I had remained ugly and crippled, he would still love me."

"You’re very confident, Miss Quinn."

Vivian Quinn could see the other woman’s skepticism. "I’m the one who sleeps beside him every night. It’s only natural that I know him a little."

"Then I’m afraid you’re mistaken." Shirley Wentworth let out a derisive laugh. "I’ve known Jett for more than twenty years. No one in this world truly knows him, not even his own mother."

Vivian Quinn remained noncommittal. "Perhaps. But I don’t think a successful marriage requires you to know everything about your partner. A little mystery can be a beautiful thing."

"I don’t agree." Shirley Wentworth shook her head, smiling faintly. "How can you claim to love someone you don’t know? From what I understand, you and Jett had a whirlwind marriage, didn’t you?"

"Feelings aren’t determined by a clock. Love that develops over time is certainly reliable, but that doesn’t mean love at first sight can’t be real."

Just as Shirley Wentworth was about to speak, her phone suddenly rang.

Vivian Quinn took the opportunity to stand up. "Please, feel free. I’ll step out for a moment."

"Okay."

Once Vivian Quinn was gone, Shirley Wentworth answered the call, deliberately keeping her voice down. "Hello?"

"How is Elle?"

"His condition has more or less stabilized. The medical team is studying his case."

"Is Jett Sterling treating him well?"

"He’s still very distant. He doesn’t ask about Elle’s condition on his own initiative."

"Knowing his personality, letting Elle stay at Sycamore Bay is already a sign of acceptance. Don’t rush. Take it slow."

"That’s not what I’m worried about..."

"Then what are you worried about?"

Shirley Wentworth pressed her throbbing temples. "His wife... she might not be as simple as we imagined."

"What do you mean?"

"I don’t know how to describe it. The first two times I met her, I didn’t get any particular impression. But today, while she was discussing Elle’s condition with the specialists, I sensed a certain edge to her. To be blunt, it felt like she was radiating an aura... just like Jett."

The person on the phone scoffed. "You’re overthinking this. A young woman in her early twenties, raised in the countryside? How could her presence possibly compare to Jett Sterling’s? Don’t work yourself up over nothing. In terms of background or ability, she’s no match for you."

Shirley Wentworth sighed. "I just have a bad feeling about this."

"Losing your confidence like this isn’t befitting of the eldest daughter of the Wentworth Family," the person said with a laugh. "A girl her age is just a sweet, naive thing. She’ll be easy to handle. You just need to play it smart."

"I know what I’m doing."

"Alright. Call me if you need anything."

"Mm-hmm."

When Shirley Wentworth came out, Vivian Quinn was in the living room, watching cartoons with Elle.

She walked over and said gently, "Elle, you should be lying down and resting. Come on, Mommy will carry you to your room."

Elle refused. "Mommy, I already spent all of yesterday lying down. I can’t do it again today. Vivian said I could watch cartoons for half an hour."

Shirley Wentworth felt a prickle of annoyance, but her expression remained unchanged. "Elle, you need to listen to Mommy."

"But Mommy, I just want to relax for a little while."

Seeing the mother and son at an impasse, Vivian Quinn spoke up. "I’m sorry, Miss Wentworth. Elle wanted to watch cartoons, and I couldn’t say no." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Shirley Wentworth smiled. "It’s easy to get into the habit of indulging a child, but you can’t always let them have their way."

Vivian Quinn nodded and stroked Elle’s hair. "Listen to your mommy and go rest. Once you’re all better, you can watch as many cartoons as you want."

"Really?" Elle’s eyes lit up. "Vivian, will you watch with me then?"

"Of course I will."

"Great!" Elle exclaimed happily. "I won’t watch now, then. Half an hour isn’t much fun anyway."

Shirley Wentworth quickly carried Elle back to his room. Lying down on the bed with him, she asked, "Elle, do you like Vivian a lot?"

"Of course!" Elle blinked his big, sparkling eyes. "Vivian is smart and pretty. Elle likes her a lot."

Shirley Wentworth’s heart felt heavy. "But the person you love most is Mommy."

"Of course." Elle kissed her on the cheek. "The person Elle loves most is Mommy! Vivian is second."

Shirley Wentworth felt a little better after hearing that, but the more she thought, the more something felt off.

Although Elle was mischievous, with a personality far more cheerful than Jett Sterling’s, he rarely got this close to people—let alone someone he’d only known for a few days.

Yet he liked Vivian Quinn so much. Shirley couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment.

"Mommy, I’ll tell you a secret," Elle said mysteriously. "I heard Nanny Jenner say I look like Vivian. Doesn’t that mean we have a special connection?"

"How could you possibly look like her?" Shirley Wentworth was exasperated. "Mommy carried you for nine months and gave birth to you. If you look like anyone, it should be me."

She stroked Elle’s brow. "But you look exactly like your daddy. Not a single part of you looks like Mommy."

"Elle’s personality is like Mommy’s, though! That’s why I’m so cute. Daddy isn’t cute at all. He’s not lovable at all!"

Shirley Wentworth’s heart melted. "Oh, son, you really are Mommy’s little sweetheart."

"Mmm-hmm!"

Shirley Wentworth patted his back gently. "Go to sleep now. The doctor said you need to get more rest and not overthink things."

"Okay."

Elle obediently closed his eyes.

Shirley Wentworth hugged her son. Just looking at his face made all her frustrations melt away.

But a second later, as if suddenly sensing something was wrong, her brow furrowed.

’Wait... why does it seem like Elle’s nose and mouth actually look a little like Vivian Quinn’s!’