Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 185: He Is Not Your Child

"I’m here." Jett Sterling grasped her cold hand. "Vivian, you’ve been in a coma for two days. Do you have any idea how scared I was?"

"Two days?" Vivian Quinn was surprised. "How could that be?"

"It’s true."

"No wonder you look so pale." Vivian gently caressed his face, but a second later, as if suddenly remembering something, she quickly pulled her hand back.

"Vivian!" Jett immediately grabbed her hand and pressed it against his cheek. "Don’t be afraid."

"Don’t touch me..." Tears streamed uncontrollably from Vivian’s eyes. "I’m filthy. I’m so filthy..."

"That’s not true!" Jett soothed her. "Vivian, listen to me. That man and child have nothing to do with you."

Vivian stared at him with blurry eyes, taking a long moment to process his words. "...What did you say?"

"I took the man and the child away. The first thing I did was run a paternity test between you and the child. He’s not your son."

"How could that be..."

"My men are putting him through a harsh interrogation. Once I find out who the mastermind is, I won’t let them get away with it." Jett kissed the back of her hand. "So, Vivian, don’t be afraid."

Vivian’s tears continued to fall. "Jett Sterling, I’m sorry... If it weren’t for my shameful past, I wouldn’t have humiliated you in front of everyone..." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"Vivian, if you say that again, I’m really going to get angry." Jett leaned down and kissed her brow, his deep, hoarse voice filled with pain. "During the two days you were unconscious, the only thing I could think about was you staying alive."

"As long as you’re alive, I’ll pay any price. Do you understand?"

Vivian broke down, sobbing, and slowly raised her arms to wrap them around his neck.

"Go on and cry." Jett held her tightly. "I know you feel wronged. You’ll feel better if you let it all out."

Exhausted from crying, Vivian closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

Jett tucked her in before maneuvering his wheelchair out of the room.

"Master Sterling." Easton Rivers, who was waiting outside the door, bowed his head and reported, "The doctor said that Madam’s health is a bit fragile, but she can recuperate at home."

"Discharge her," Jett said coldly. "What’s the status of the investigation?"

"He still insists he was just paid to do a job, but he has no idea who specifically paid him."

"Keep investigating." A murderous glint flashed in the man’s eyes. "If he won’t talk, get rough. No need to show any mercy."

"Rest assured, Master Sterling. I know what to do."

「...」

Vivian Quinn soon returned to Sycamore Bay, but she could only rest in bed.

The next morning, Ian Sterling came to see her with some delicious food. "Here. I ran all over Aethelgard to buy this for you."

"Thank you." Vivian managed a faint smile. "I suppose half of Aethelgard knows about my ’exploits’ by now, don’t they?"

"You’re overthinking it. My uncle gave the order. No one dares to gossip about you."

Vivian felt a sting in her nose.

"Hey, don’t cry. I can’t stand it when women cry," Ian said. "This was obviously a setup. A setup against you is a setup against my uncle, and a setup against my uncle is a setup against the Sterling Family. That’s absolutely unacceptable. So don’t be afraid. We’ll get justice for you."

Vivian shook her head. "Actually, I hope this whole thing doesn’t get blown up any further. I’m already like this. I don’t care what people think or say about me, but it’s different for Jett Sterling. I don’t want him to be the one people point fingers at, to become the subject of idle gossip."

"Vivian Quinn, you’re my uncle’s wife. You’re supposed to weather the storm together."

"Forget it. Let’s not talk about it." Vivian wiped a tear from the corner of her eye and asked, "Is Elle back yet?"

"No. While you were in the hospital for the past couple of days, I heard Elle stayed with the Wentworth Family."

’Vivian missed Elle dearly, but she was someone else’s child. She had no right to miss her.’

She could only suppress the longing and concern in her heart. "Has your uncle’s investigation turned up anything?"

"Doesn’t seem like it. The person behind all this is hiding very well."

Vivian closed her eyes in anguish.

Ian’s heart ached for her. ’For a girl to have her old wounds torn open like that in public, only to have the knife twisted deeper—it’s a fatal blow! The moment they find the mastermind, he definitely won’t let them get away with it!’

Meanwhile, in a private residence downtown, Shirley Wentworth was led into the living room. Seeing the man in the wheelchair, she calmly walked over and asked, "Jett, you were looking for me?"

Jett Sterling’s face was expressionless, his demeanor cold and distant. He got straight to the point. "Explain what happened at the banquet."

"What is there to explain?" Shirley Wentworth frowned. "Why should I have to explain anything?"

"You drugged Vivian. Doesn’t that require an explanation?"

"Vivian Quinn told you that, didn’t she?" Shirley said, her tone full of self-righteousness. "Jett, I know you’ll believe her over me, but I really didn’t do it."

"Is that so?" A cold smirk touched Jett’s lips. "Should I present the evidence, or should I call in the dealer to talk about how the young miss of the Wentworth Family went to the black market to spend a fortune on drugs?"

The color drained from Shirley’s face!

"Shirley Wentworth, you’re a fool," Jett said icily. "Plenty of people go to the black market to buy that kind of drug. But you specifically requested the strongest, colorless, and odorless version, and you said money was no object. How could anyone forget a fool with more money than sense like you!"

Shirley’s expression changed drastically. She hurriedly tried to explain, "Jett, listen to me..."

"I’ll give you one chance." Jett picked up his cup, took a sip of hot tea, and said unhurriedly, "Go on, tell me. What possible reason could you have that would make me forgive you for drugging my wife?"

Tears welled in Shirley’s eyes as she accused him grievously, "Jett, do you know? You’ve always been like this. Ever since we were kids, you’ve never once given me a proper look. No matter how much my eyes followed you, you were always so cold and heartless!"

"I love you. I’ve loved you since we were little—so little that I can’t even remember when it started. I’ve always been beautiful and exceptional, the most suitable match for you out of all the girls our age. By all rights, I should have been the one to marry you, but you would never even spare me a second glance!"

Not a single ripple of emotion crossed Jett’s face. He just listened quietly.

Looking at his indifferent face, Shirley’s tears finally spilled over. "Jett, I am such a proud person, but for you, I shattered my own pride and humbled myself again and again. Growing up, how many times did I take the initiative to talk to you? But did you ever pay me any mind?"

Shirley wiped the tears from her face and said stubbornly, "Later, I got pregnant with Elle. I was ecstatic. I was finally having a child with the man I loved most. I thought it was the happiest moment of my life."

"I wanted so badly to tell you, but when I thought about how you’ve always treated me, I didn’t dare take the risk. Jett, tell me the truth. If you had known back then, would you have been willing to keep the child?"