Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 163: I Miss You So Much

Shirley Wentworth’s fingertips trembled. She clutched the hem of her clothes, a tsunami raging within her.

Vivian Quinn curiously touched her own neck. "What’s wrong?"

Jett Sterling took a closer look, cleared his throat, and said, "Go put on a scarf."

Vivian suddenly realized what he meant. Her face flushed red to the tips of her ears as she scrambled upstairs!

Ian Sterling laughed so hard his stomach hurt.

Vivian went to the master bedroom, rushed into the bathroom to look in the mirror, and her eyes widened in shock.

She was wearing a thin, low-necked sweater, and her neck was covered in hickeys left by Jett from last night—both dark and faint!

Vivian recalled the look on Ian’s face. ’I wish the ground would just swallow me whole!’

She changed into a turtleneck sweater but felt too embarrassed to go back downstairs.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Jett Sterling wheeled himself in.

Vivian immediately buried her face in a throw pillow!

Jett locked the door from the inside, then stood up, walked over, and hugged her. "Embarrassed?"

"What do you think!" Vivian glared at him, her cheeks puffed out in anger. "You didn’t even tell me!"

"We were in a rush when we got up. I didn’t notice before you put your jacket on. My mistake." Jett kissed her flushed cheek. "We’re a married couple. This sort of thing is perfectly normal."

"But that doesn’t mean other people should see it!"

"They can’t see it now."

Vivian leaned into his embrace. "Are you really going to kick your mother out?"

"If I don’t teach her a lesson, she’ll only get worse. Vivian, you don’t need to worry about this."

"But I’m worried it will backfire. She already dislikes me, and now that things have come to this, what if she dislikes me even more?"

"The person you’re going to spend the rest of your life with is me, not her, so whether she likes you or not is unimportant." Jett stroked her face. "If she likes you, you can call her ’Mom.’ If she doesn’t, she’s ’Mrs. Sterling.’ It won’t affect our lives at all."

Vivian’s lips curved into a smile. "Jett, thank you. I know that between your mother and me, you’ve always taken my side."

"It’s what I’m supposed to do. You don’t need to thank me."

Vivian took a deep breath. "Has Ian left yet?"

"No."

"Then I’m not going downstairs. He’ll definitely make fun of me."

"He wouldn’t dare." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"Then you really don’t know him at all."

"..."

Downstairs, Ian looked at the pale-faced Elle on the bed, his heart aching. "He really is my uncle’s son... even inherited the same disease..."

Shirley Wentworth stood to the side, her expression grim.

Ian collected his thoughts and turned to look at her. "It’s been a few years since we last saw each other, hasn’t it?"

Shirley forced a smile. "Yes, the last time was several years ago at a dinner party. You were still a high school student back then."

Ian crossed his arms. "You’re pretty bold, aren’t you? To secretly give birth to my uncle’s child."

Shirley looked at Elle on the bed, her face filled with sorrow. "To be honest, back then, I considered having an abortion. If the doctor hadn’t told me I might not be able to have children in the future, I probably wouldn’t have kept him."

"Who wouldn’t want their child to grow up in a happy, healthy family? By keeping him, I doomed him to never have a complete one."

"Ian, maybe I really was wrong. If I had known he would suffer this much, I never should have given birth to him..."

"It’s too late to say that now. Elle is a wonderful kid. He deserves to be in this world and live a happy life."

"But his hereditary disease..." Shirley covered her mouth to keep from sobbing, but tears streamed down her face.

"What’s the use in crying? It’s better to think of a way to treat him properly."

"Of course." Shirley wiped the tears from her face. "Speaking of which, I actually have something to discuss with Jett."

"Then let’s go. I’ll listen in. I’m a medical student, after all. Maybe I can help."

When Vivian came downstairs, Ian was staring at her with a knowing, teasing look.

She shot him a glare, but to her surprise, the guy got even more audacious, pointing to his own neck to hint at what he’d seen!

Vivian wished she could just grab him and beat him senseless!

"Jett," Shirley began, "I did some asking around. A friend of mine said that if we can find the Phantom Healer, there might be hope for treating you and Elle."

Vivian calmly sipped her water, not saying a word.

Jett said coolly, "You think I wouldn’t have found out information that you were able to dig up? The Phantom Healer treated me back in the day, but then he disappeared without a trace. I’ve been searching for him all these years, but I’ve found nothing."

The hope that had just been kindled in Shirley was extinguished. "How could this be..."

Ian sighed. "If even my uncle can’t find him, then no one else has a chance."

"With Vivian here, we can at least alleviate Elle’s suffering when his condition flares up. For now, we’ll just have to keep looking for other solutions." Jett squeezed Vivian’s hand. "If this disease were so easy to cure, my grandfather and father wouldn’t have died from it. So, no one should put too much pressure on themselves."

Vivian knew he was saying that for her benefit and nodded. "Right. Live in the moment, do our best, and leave the rest to fate."

"Exactly."

Shirley stared at their intertwined hands. She struggled to suppress the turmoil in her chest and said through gritted teeth, her voice laced with bitterness, "Live in the moment? You two are so happy, of course you can live in the moment. But I can’t. Elle is still so young! From now on, the pain and torment he and I will have to endure is something you can’t possibly imagine. Do you understand!"

Vivian spoke up. "Miss Wentworth, I can understand how you feel, but right now, we have to adjust our own mindsets so we can take proper care of Elle."

"And I think we shouldn’t make Elle feel like he’s a patient. We should let him grow up like a normal child; otherwise, he’ll miss out on so much happiness."

Shirley felt a deep sense of resentment. "Miss Quinn, you’re an outsider. Of course you can make it sound so simple. But I’m different. I’m Elle’s mother. The things I have to consider and bear are a thousand, ten thousand times more than you do. So I don’t think you have any right to stand here and teach me how to take care of my child!"

Jett’s brow furrowed!

"Shirley, what kind of way is that to talk?" Ian interjected. "Vivian is right. She’s also thinking about what’s best for Elle. Why do your words have to be so barbed?"

"I’m sorry." Shirley suddenly realized she had lost her composure. She said sorrowfully, "Miss Quinn, I’m in a bad mood and not feeling myself. I’m truly sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it."

"I understand. I’d be anxious too if I were in your shoes." Vivian smiled. "Miss Wentworth, Elle is also Jett’s child, and I’m very fond of him. So no matter what, we’ll be here to take care of him with you."

"Thank you, Miss Quinn."

"It’s what we should do."

Ian’s mouth twitched. "You women are so strange. A moment ago, it looked like you were about to start a fight, and now you’re thanking each other."

Shirley said apologetically, "It was my fault just now."

Suddenly, the sound of soft, pattering footsteps reached their ears. They all turned to see Elle running toward them barefoot.

Shirley’s face lit up. "Elle, you’re awake?"

But unexpectedly, Elle ran straight past her to Vivian, throwing himself into her arms. "Vivian, you’re finally back! Elle missed you so much..."