Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 157: This Is What You Get for Secretly Having a Child

Chapter 157: Chapter 157: This Is What You Get for Secretly Having a Child

At the breakfast table, Wendy Reeves was wiping away tears. "Jett, you’ve gone too far. Even if it’s for my sake, you can’t send Elle away. He’s my whole world!"

Jett Sterling took a sip of his coffee and said coolly, "I’ve told you before. If you like children so much, you can get remarried and have another one."

"How can you say something like that at a time like this!" Wendy Reeves was overcome with grief. She looked lovingly at Elle beside her. "Elle, have a good talk with your daddy. Tell him you don’t want to leave, that you want to stay in this house, okay?"

"I don’t want to! I’m really adaptable. I can live anywhere." Elle looked toward Vivian Quinn. "But... I’ll miss Vivian..."

The hand Vivian Quinn was using to eat her porridge with a spoon froze, and a sharp pang of pain shot through her heart.

In fact, for the past two days, as Elle’s departure drew closer, she had already started to feel the pain of having to say goodbye.

She’d even had a nightmare last night, dreaming that Elle was clinging to her and sobbing his heart out. After waking up, she couldn’t get back to sleep, and in the morning, she had to rely on makeup to hide her dark circles and haggard expression.

Wendy Reeves glared at Vivian Quinn. "The child is so adorable and likes you so much! Why won’t you say anything to make Jett let him stay?"

"Mom," Jett Sterling said, displeased. "I have the final say in this matter. From a certain perspective, Vivian can’t interfere, which is why she’s smart enough to know her place and stay out of it."

Wendy Reeves had to swallow the words she desperately wanted to say.

Before breakfast was even over, Shirley Wentworth arrived.

"Mommy!" Elle ran over. "Are you here to pick me up?"

"Yes. Are your things all packed?"

"Vivian helped me pack last night! She even bought me lots of new toys. I’m taking them all with me."

"Okay." Shirley Wentworth gently stroked his head, then turned to thank Vivian Quinn. "Thank you. I can tell Elle really likes you. He usually doesn’t accept gifts from people."

Vivian Quinn returned a polite smile. "Elle is adorable. We all like him very much."

Not ready to give up, Wendy Reeves stepped forward. "Shirley Wentworth, please leave the child here. Just name your price. I’ll give you anything you want!"

Shirley Wentworth smiled. "Mrs. Sterling, Elle is the most important thing in my life. Nothing you could offer would make me trade him."

"But he’s the most important thing in my life, too! I’m begging you, please don’t take him away!"

Vivian Quinn could hardly hide her shock.

Wendy Reeves had always been an incredibly proud woman. This was the first time Vivian had ever seen her beg anyone for anything.

Shirley Wentworth nodded politely. "I’m sorry, Mrs. Sterling. The choice Jett gave me was too cruel. I have to be selfish and take Elle with me, because I can’t live without him."

"Jett, say something!" Wendy Reeves broke down, sobbing. "Just do as Shirley said. Let Elle stay in Aethelgard and live with both of us. Isn’t that okay? As your mother, I’m begging you. Don’t let Elle go, please?"

"No one can change my decision," the man in the wheelchair said, his face devoid of emotion. "Hurry up and say your goodbyes."

"I won’t!" Wendy Reeves’s emotions completely shattered. "You can’t be so selfish! You can’t strip me of my right to be with Elle! You can’t!"

"If you won’t say goodbye, then this is it." Jett Sterling looked coldly at Shirley Wentworth. "You can go now."

Shirley Wentworth’s lips curled into a faint, sad smile as she took Elle’s hand. "Elle, let’s go."

Elle looked back at Vivian Quinn, unwilling to leave, his eyes welling up with tears.

Vivian Quinn watched as Shirley Wentworth led him away. He kept looking back every few steps, and with every glance, her heart felt as if it were being pricked by a thousand tiny needles, the pain so sharp she could hardly breathe.

"Jett..." She grabbed Jett Sterling’s hand, her eyes pleading as she gazed into his deep-set eyes and gently shook her head.

Jett Sterling squeezed her hand in return and said in a low voice, "Vivian, there’s no need to be so sad to see him go. We’ll have children of our own."

"That’s not it..."

Vivian Quinn had just started to speak when she suddenly heard Elle’s pained scream. "AHH!"

Everyone turned toward the sound and saw Elle, who hadn’t even reached the door, lying on the floor, clutching his hair in agony.

"Elle, what’s wrong? Don’t scare Mommy!" Shirley Wentworth dropped the suitcase and rushed to hold him.

"AHH!" Elle writhed on the floor. "It hurts! Mommy, it hurts so much!"

It suddenly dawned on Jett Sterling, and he froze, as if paralyzed.

Vivian Quinn seemed to realize something as well and rushed forward, grabbing Elle’s hand to take his pulse.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

"Elle, try not to move. Vivian is going to take your pulse. The pain will go away soon!"

But Elle couldn’t bear the pain and kept struggling.

Frantic, Vivian Quinn yelled, "What are you all staring for? Hold him down so I can take his pulse!"

Shirley Wentworth and Wendy Reeves hurriedly did as they were told.

Vivian Quinn finally managed to take Elle’s pulse, and the color drained from her face. She ordered Nanny Jenner, "Quick, go to the master bedroom and get the silver needles from the nightstand drawer!"

"Yes, ma’am!"

The silver needles were brought quickly. Vivian Quinn had them continue to hold Elle down as she began performing acupuncture.

"Don’t be scared, Elle. Vivian is here to help you. The pain will be gone soon. Be a good boy..."

Elle’s face was pale and covered in sweat, but as if he understood Vivian Quinn’s words, he bit his lower lip hard and stopped struggling, enduring the pain.

Vivian Quinn’s heart ached so much she could barely breathe. Forcing back her own distress, she focused on administering the needles.

As the minutes ticked by, Elle’s sweating gradually subsided, and some color returned to his face. He was no longer as frighteningly pale as before.

Vivian Quinn asked, "Elle, does it still hurt?"

"It doesn’t hurt anymore."

"That’s good. You were so good and so brave. You’re the strongest little man I’ve ever met!"

The corners of Elle’s mouth lifted into a brilliant smile. "Yeah!"

"Elle, you scared Mommy to death!" Shirley Wentworth said through her tears, hugging Elle tightly. She looked at Vivian Quinn. "What’s wrong with him?"

Vivian Quinn didn’t answer. Instead, she turned to look at the man in the wheelchair.

Their eyes met, and in that instant, they both understood.

"How could this be..." Wendy Reeves’s legs gave way, and she sank to the floor. "Jett’s symptoms didn’t start until he was five. Elle is just over two... How could it be so soon..."

Shirley Wentworth asked anxiously, "What illness?"

Vivian Quinn gathered her thoughts and asked, "Has Elle ever had an unbearable headache like this before?"

"Never. I’ve taken excellent care of him. He’s always been perfectly healthy!"

"You didn’t know the men of the Sterling Family have a hereditary disease?" It was Jett Sterling who spoke. "No man in the Sterling Family lives past thirty. That includes me, and it includes him."

Shirley Wentworth shuddered violently, her face as pale as paper. "No... That’s impossible... How could this be!"

Jett Sterling sneered. "This is the consequence of secretly having my child. Are you satisfied now?"

"No, my son won’t die!" Shirley Wentworth staggered to her feet and picked up Elle. "I don’t believe it! I’m taking him to the hospital for a checkup!"