Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 161: Your Wife Is in Trouble

Shirley Wentworth carefully studied Elle’s face from every angle. From the front, she was the spitting image of Jett Sterling, but her profile wasn’t quite the same. It seemed to have a hint of Vivian Quinn in it!

Shirley Wentworth felt like she was going crazy. ’I went through hell to give birth to Elle—it was a difficult labor that nearly killed me. How could she possibly look like Vivian Quinn!’

She closed her eyes and hugged Elle tightly.

’It must be because Elle likes Vivian Quinn so much,’ she thought. ’I’m just a little jealous, so I’m overthinking it.’

...

That evening, when Vivian returned to their room, Jett was already in bed.

She washed up in the bathroom and soon lay down beside him. "Shirley went home after putting Elle to bed."

The man, who was reading, said coolly, "You don’t need to tell me about things like that."

Vivian chuckled. "Then what should I tell you about?"

"Anything about you."

A sweet warmth spread through Vivian’s heart. "What could possibly be going on with me?"

Then she suddenly remembered something, her cheeks turning a little red. "Actually, there is one thing... My period is over."

Jett let out a low chuckle. "I know."

Vivian said softly, "With everything going on with Elle these past few days, you haven’t been in the mood."

"Vivian, that’s not it."

Vivian shot him a questioning look.

"I was worried you’d be tired," Jett said honestly. "Taking care of Elle has been hard on you."

Vivian pressed her lips together, mustered her courage, and leaned in to kiss him.

The kiss was electric, igniting a fire between them. They were soon locked in a passionate embrace, and the temperature in the master bedroom began to climb.

Vivian felt a cool draft on her skin, and a slight shiver ran through her shoulders.

She closed her eyes, steeling herself for what was to come.

But a moment later, the man on top of her suddenly stopped. He rolled off and lay beside her, panting heavily.

Vivian slowly opened her eyes. "What’s wrong?" she asked.

"Not today."

"...Why?"

"Vivian." Jett turned to her and gently held her. "I’ve decided I don’t want to have children."

Vivian was stunned. "Why?"

Jett didn’t say anything.

It suddenly dawned on Vivian. "You’re afraid that if we have a child, they’ll be like Elle and inherit your illness, is that it?"

"Yes," he admitted frankly. "If we have a sick child, it won’t just be them who suffers, but you too. I won’t put you through that kind of pain."

A sharp pain seized Vivian’s heart. "Jett, please don’t think like that..."

"Vivian, this isn’t something that won’t happen just because we wish it away," Jett said, his voice strained and heavy. "I used to be desperate to have a child with you, a symbol of our love. But that day, when I saw Elle collapse... it was a brutal wake-up call."

"I asked myself, if Elle were our child, would your pain be doubled? The answer is yes. You would be in agony, and I would go insane. So, Vivian, I can’t take that risk."

Vivian hugged him tightly. "Okay, we’ll put aside the idea of having a child for now. Once I’ve cured you and Elle, once I’ve broken this curse, we can have a baby then. All right?"

"Vivian, I’m sorry..." he murmured, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "Marrying me... it’s so unfair to you."

"I don’t see it that way," Vivian said, her voice choked with emotion. "I’m so happy. How could marrying the man I love be unfair?"

"Vivian..." Jett had a thousand things he wanted to say, but the words were caught in his throat.

"Let’s not talk about this anymore," Vivian said, kissing his cheek. "Go to sleep."

"Okay."

After the lights went out, they both lay there, lost in their own troubled thoughts. Neither of them slept well that night.

...

「The next day.」

Shirley Wentworth didn’t arrive at Sycamore Bay until noon, an exquisite gift box in hand. "Mrs. Sterling, I know how much you love qipaos, so I took the liberty of having a master tailor create one just for you. Please, try it on."

Wendy Reeves glanced at it, her face lighting up with pleasure. "Shirley, you have excellent taste. This qipao is beautiful."

"Please, try it on. If it doesn’t fit, I can have it altered."

"All right."

Wendy Reeves changed into the qipao and was clearly very pleased. "It’s perfect."

"You have such wonderful poise. Qipaos suit you perfectly."

"In that case, I won’t stand on ceremony. I’ll gladly accept it."

"You’re Elle’s grandmother. It’s only right that I show my respect. There’s no need for formalities." Shirley Wentworth glanced around. "Where is Miss Quinn? I wanted to get a gift for her, but I don’t know what she likes. I was hoping to ask."

"She went to register for school," Wendy Reeves said with a hint of displeasure. "It’s just a registration, but Jett insisted on going with her. Does she really need to be coddled like that?"

Shirley Wentworth smiled. "Well, they’re newlyweds. It’s normal for them to be inseparable."

"It’s not normal. Jett has always been so cold and distant. When has he ever been this attentive to a woman? Vivian Quinn must have some tricks up her sleeve to have him wrapped around her little finger like this..."

"Mom." A low, cold male voice suddenly came from the doorway. "If I ever hear you speak ill of Vivian again, you will leave Sycamore Bay and never set foot in here again."

Wendy Reeves gave a forced laugh. "Jett, you’re back? I was just joking. Why are you back by yourself? Where’s Vivian?"

"She went to the hospital."

"To see her sister, right? Oh, look! What do you think of my qipao? Shirley had it custom-made."

Jett said, "Nanny Jenner, pay her the market price for it."

Nanny Jenner nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Jett, what do you mean by this?" Shirley Wentworth frowned. "Am I not allowed to give Mrs. Sterling a gift?"

"This sort of interaction is unnecessary. I don’t want you getting too involved with anyone in my family, especially not here at Sycamore Bay," Jett said, his face a mask of indifference. "If you two really want to exchange gifts and get friendly, do it somewhere else. Don’t get chummy right under Vivian’s nose. It makes things awkward for her."

Wendy Reeves was furious. "It’s always about Vivian! Why must you think of her in every single thing you do!"

"Mom, remember this: Vivian is the lady of this house. She’s even the one who named Sycamore Bay," Jett said, his every word deliberate and forceful. "Anyone who tries to make her life difficult here, I will personally throw them out."

Wendy Reeves’s chest heaved in anger. "Fine! I get it, you’re worried she’ll be unhappy. I won’t accept the qipao, all right?!"

Shirley Wentworth watched Wendy Reeves’s retreating, indignant back as she went to change, the smile never leaving her own face. "Jett, there’s no need to be so tense. I just felt that since Mrs. Sterling adores Elle so much, it was only proper to give her a small gift to show my gratitude. I’m sure Miss Quinn isn’t so petty as to mind."

"Of course Vivian isn’t petty," Jett shot back. "But put yourself in her shoes. Would you be happy if the woman who had your husband’s child was hanging around your house every day, buddying up to your mother-in-law?"

Shirley: "..."

"My apologies. It seems I have been a disruption to your lives after all."

"As long as you’re aware," Jett replied, offering her no quarter.

Shirley struggled to maintain her composure. "If that’s the case, then why did she agree to let me come here and spend time with Elle?"

"Because she is kind, and she genuinely loves Elle," Jett warned, his voice cold. "And that’s precisely why I won’t have you or my mother mistake her kindness for weakness and push your luck. Do you understand?"

Shirley gave a tight smile. "Jett, you’re overthinking this. What could I possibly do to push my luck?"

"It’s best that way."

Without another word to her, Jett turned and left.

That afternoon, Vivian called to say she wouldn’t be home for dinner.

Jett said a few words of instruction and hung up.

By eight o’clock that evening, Vivian still wasn’t home.

Jett was just about to call her when his own phone suddenly rang.

It was a call from Vivian.

An unconscious smile touched Jett’s lips as he swiped to answer. "Vivian, I was just about to call you."

But the voice on the other end was an unfamiliar, middle-aged woman’s. "Hello, are you this young lady’s husband?"

"I am. Who is this?"

"Your wife has been in an accident! You need to get over here right away!"