Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 195: Divorced

"I want to cry, too, but I can’t," Vivian Quinn said softly. "Jett Sterling, I really did have a child."

"I know."

"I might have never even met him before he died." Vivian Quinn closed her eyes in anguish. "I was hypnotized, so I don’t know what my state of mind was back then. I might have loathed him, but I doubt I wanted him to die..."

"Vivian, it’s all in the past." Jett Sterling held her tightly. "If you like children, we can keep Elle with us. You can raise him as your own. I’ll handle things with the Wentworth Family and make sure Shirley Wentworth doesn’t come to fight you for him, okay?"

Vivian Quinn raised her hands to cover her face and burst into tears. "Jett, my heart hurts so much..."

"Let it all out, and then forget about it. Vivian, we have to cherish every single moment we have together. We don’t have extra time to wallow in misery."

"I know." Vivian Quinn turned and leaned into his embrace. "Jett, I’m sorry..."

"Vivian, you need to remember that this Chapter is closed. From now on, no one can ever use this to hurt you again. Understand?"

Vivian Quinn closed her eyes. "Mm-hmm."

...

「The next morning」

An uninvited guest arrived at Sycamore Bay.

Vivian Quinn hadn’t slept well the previous night and had a bit of a headache. The moment she saw Silas Quinn, her head throbbed even more.

"Here to see me about something?"

Silas Quinn clearly hadn’t slept well either. Vivian Quinn wondered if it was just her imagination, but he seemed to have aged considerably in the few months since she’d last seen him.

"Vivian, have you been well lately?" Silas Quinn asked.

"As you can see, I’m doing very well." Vivian Quinn gave a faint smile. "Just say what you came to say. There’s no need for a preamble."

Silas Quinn was speechless.

"Vivian, about what happened back then... your mother and I failed to protect you. I apologize." Silas Quinn looked at her sadly. "We misunderstood you. We thought you had a drunken one-night stand with a stranger and got pregnant with a bastard. We had no idea it was all Rachel’s setup."

"There’s no point in saying any of this now," Vivian Quinn said calmly. "Is there anything else you wanted to say?"

"...Yes." Silas Quinn spoke with difficulty. "Vivian, about Rachel pushing your mother down the stairs... since it’s already happened and can’t be undone, what I have to do now is minimize the damage to the Quinn Family. If this gets out and Rachel goes to prison, the Grant Family will kick her out. The Quinn Family would be utterly disgraced. We’d never be able to show our faces in Aethelgard again."

"So you came here today to plead for Rachel Quinn?" Vivian Quinn was incredulous. "She deliberately pushed your wife down the stairs. That’s attempted murder! And you can just act like it never happened?"

"At this point, sending her to prison is meaningless."

"Who says it’s meaningless? There are consequences for doing wrong. That’s the way the world works."

"Vivian, why must you be so stubborn?" Silas Quinn said, displeased. "I’m the one who decides what happens with Rachel. I know you’re the one who called the police on her. For Master Sterling’s sake, the police will definitely investigate according to your wishes. All you have to do is make a phone call, and this whole thing will be resolved."

"I won’t go against my conscience, and I certainly won’t place myself above the law. Since Rachel Quinn confessed to her crime with her own mouth, it’s perfectly reasonable for the police to conduct a full investigation."

Silas Quinn could only say, "Vivian Quinn, this is my family’s affair. I don’t need you interfering."

Vivian Quinn sneered. "On a small scale, yes, it’s your Quinn Family’s business. But on a larger scale, a murderer like Rachel Quinn walking around Aethelgard is a ticking time bomb. She must be investigated and tried. That is what’s fair."

"Since when is the world so fair? She just lost her child and got thrown in jail, while you get to marry into the Sterling Family and become the enviable Mrs. Sterling. Is that fair?"

"That’s not fairness, that’s fate," Vivian Quinn said, word by word. "Rachel Quinn brought this on herself. If she hadn’t been so blinded by greed and tried to harm me at every turn, would she have ended up like this?"

"I, Vivian Quinn, have always been one to keep things separate. Just as I saved her when she was at Death’s Door, that doesn’t mean I’ll help her escape the judgment of the law. This is non-negotiable. You can leave now."

"Vivian Quinn..."

"Nanny Jenner," Vivian Quinn called out directly. "Show him out."

Silas Quinn was forced to leave. With quiet finally restored, Vivian Quinn leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes to rest.

"Ma’am," Nanny Jenner came forward and said, "With just a word from you, Rachel Quinn would never get out of prison."

"That’s not necessary," Vivian Quinn said lightly. "Since we know what she did, it was our duty to report it. As for how the police investigate or what legal responsibility she must bear, we have no right to interfere."

"I understand."

Vivian Quinn opened her eyes, her gaze completely steady. "My feud with Rachel Quinn ends here."

...

With the video of Rachel Quinn’s confession, the case progressed smoothly. The verdict came down quickly. Silas Quinn pulled a lot of strings, and with the Grant Family’s influence added in, she was sentenced to three years in prison.

The day the verdict was announced, Austin Grant and Rachel Quinn officially divorced.

Rumor had it the sentence would have been longer, but the Grant Family’s condition for helping her pull strings was a divorce.

When Vivian Quinn learned of the outcome, she was unfazed. It no longer mattered to her how many years Rachel Quinn would be locked up.

After Rachel Quinn was imprisoned, she requested to see Vivian Quinn, but was refused.

Two days later, Rachel Quinn had someone deliver a note. It read: [Vivian, if you looked into the interrogation, you should know that I confessed on my own. I truly know I was wrong, and I’m willing to accept the court’s judgment.

Please take care of Mom and Dad. I’m giving them back to you now. I will reflect on my actions and repent in prison, and I pray that you can forgive me.]

Vivian Quinn read it with a blank expression, tore the note to shreds, and threw it in the trash. Just as she was about to go play with Elle, her phone rang.

Vivian Quinn swiped to answer. "Joy, what’s up?"

"Sis, help! Save me!"

"What happened?!" Vivian Quinn was alarmed. "Where are you right now?!"

"I’m at home! You have to come save me!"

"I’m on my way!"

Vivian Quinn rushed to the rented apartment as fast as she could. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw several large words spray-painted on the front door: DIE, VIVIAN QUINN!

Vivian Quinn’s gaze darkened. She knocked hard on the door. "Joy, it’s me! Open the door."

The door was quickly opened, and a crying Joy Chase threw herself into her arms. "Sis, I was so scared..."

"It’s okay, I’m here. Are you hurt?"

"No, but someone was pounding on the door nonstop. I was terrified." Joy Chase finally managed to calm her near-hysterical emotions. "Sis, I also received this..."