Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 171: Elle Calls Her Mom

The man instinctively lowered his gaze, his eyes freezing on the spot.

"Ah!" Mortified, Vivian Quinn wished she could gouge his eyes out. She scrambled to pick up the bath towel and frantically wrapped it around herself. "What are you looking at!"

The man shrugged innocently. "Mrs. Sterling, you’re the one who wanted to show me."

"Of course I didn’t! It fell off by accident!"

"So what if I looked? It’s not like I haven’t seen it before." A wicked smile played on his thin lips. "Not only have I seen it, I’ve also..."

Before he could finish, Vivian Quinn clamped a hand over his mouth. "Shut up! Don’t you dare say it!"

Amusement twinkled in the man’s eyes. He kissed the palm of her hand. "Getting shy?"

"I’m ignoring you." Vivian Quinn wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him. "I heard you on the phone just now. Is something wrong?"

"Yeah," the man answered honestly. "The Wentworth family has spread the news about Elle. A lot of people in our social circle now know that Shirley Wentworth and I have a son."

Vivian Quinn frowned. "The Wentworth family did that on purpose, didn’t they?"

Jett Sterling scoffed. "Of course they did. They’re so desperate to lock me down, they’re willing to sacrifice Shirley Wentworth’s reputation."

"So, you were on the phone with someone from the Wentworth family just now?"

"Shirley Wentworth’s brother, the heir to the Wentworth family, Vincent Wentworth."

"That name sounds familiar. I feel like I’ve heard it somewhere..." Vivian Quinn racked her brain for a moment before it hit her. "Isn’t Vincent Wentworth in politics? He visited Aethelgard University for an inspection once!"

"He is. His position isn’t insignificant. The Wentworth family pushed him into the political arena specifically to stabilize their own standing."

"I see." Vivian Quinn couldn’t help but worry. "With someone like him in the Wentworth family, will he be a threat to you?"

"No," Jett Sterling said with a faint smile. "If the Wentworth family could put him in power, I can just as easily take him out."

Vivian Quinn nodded. "That’s good. I was worried the Wentworth family would put pressure on you. If you couldn’t handle it, you’d be in a very passive position."

"That won’t happen. You don’t have to worry."

"Okay."

Jett Sterling kissed her forehead. "I’m going to take a shower."

"Okay."

After the lights were off, Vivian Quinn tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

"What’s wrong?" The man beside her pulled her into a hug. "I promised to let you off the hook tonight, but now you can’t sleep? Are you trying to hint at something?"

Vivian Quinn quickly pushed his hand away. "Stop messing around."

"I’m not messing around."

"I’m worried," Vivian Quinn said, holding his arm. "My master’s whereabouts are still unknown, your illness hasn’t been cured, and now Elle is here. If news about the hereditary disease you and your son share gets out, wouldn’t all those people waiting to pounce on you be overjoyed?"

"The Wentworth family isn’t that stupid. They know what the consequences would be if that got out. They won’t leak it, you can rest assured."

"Are you sure?"

Jett Sterling stroked her face. "Vivian, the Wentworth family’s objective is clear: they want Shirley Wentworth to marry me in an alliance. Since that’s their goal, they’ll naturally want my position to be stable."

Vivian Quinn nodded. "I suppose that makes sense."

"I’ve already stepped up the search for your master, but there’s been no news. We can’t rush this."

"I know. We don’t even know if he’s dead or alive. Finding him is not going to be easy."

"Stop thinking about it. Let’s get some sleep."

"Okay."

...

Jett Sterling slept soundly until morning. When he woke up, he found Vivian Quinn was no longer in bed.

"Vivian? Vivian?"

He called her name twice, but there was no answer. He got out of bed, washed up, changed his clothes, and headed downstairs.

"Good morning, sir." Nanny Jenner came forward to greet him. "Breakfast is almost ready."

"And my wife?"

"She was up just after five. She’s in the room in the basement."

Jett Sterling took the elevator down to the basement. Through the glass door, he saw Vivian Quinn, completely focused on a pile of herbs she was researching.

He knocked before entering. "Why are you up so early?"

"Oh, you’re up?" Vivian Quinn said happily. "I suddenly had an idea, so I got up immediately to start researching."

"Come on, let’s get some breakfast."

"Okay, but I don’t think I’ll go to my classes today. I have to research these few herbs."

"Alright. I’ll stay home with you."

Vivian Quinn raised an eyebrow. "Professor Quinn, how can you just skip work?"

"Keeping my wife company is more important, of course."

Vivian Quinn laughed and kissed his cheek. "Then let’s go have breakfast first."

After breakfast, Ian Sterling went off to school by himself, while Vivian Quinn immediately immersed herself in her research with the herbs.

"Vivian!" Elle came in carrying a plate of small cookies. "I brought you something yummy to eat!"

"Thank you, Elle." Vivian Quinn washed her hands and ate a cookie with him. "They smell so good."

"Nanny Jenner and I made them together!"

"No wonder they smell so fragrant."

"Vivian, Nanny Jenner said you’re researching medicine for me, so my headaches will go away."

"Something like that, yes. I can’t promise it will work, but I’m going to do my best."

"You’re the best, Vivian!" Elle puckered his lips and planted a firm kiss on her cheek. "Go for it!"

Vivian Quinn’s heart swelled with warmth. "Thank you, Elle. I will definitely try my hardest."

Elle hesitated for a moment before adding, "Vivian, Nanny Jenner also said you’re my mommy."

Vivian Quinn froze. "Why would she say that?"

"Because you’re Daddy’s wife, that means you’re supposed to be my mommy."

Vivian Quinn was speechless.

A bittersweet feeling washed over her, and her heart began to race.

’Mommy...’

’Elle just called her Mommy!’

Vivian Quinn sniffled, then explained rationally, "Elle, what Nanny Jenner said isn’t entirely correct. You have your own mommy, and she’s the one who loves you most. You can like me, and we can be great friends, but she is your one and only mommy. Do you understand?"

Elle blinked. "But I really, really like you, Vivian. If you could be my mommy, then I’d have two mommies, and I would be extra happy."

"I like you very, very much too, Elle, but I can’t take your mommy’s place. You have to love her with all your heart, okay?"

"I love my mommy very much," Elle said, swinging his short legs. He then added, "But I love you too, Vivian."

Vivian Quinn hugged him. "You’re such a good boy."

...

「Meanwhile, in a high-end villa district in Aethelgard.」

Shirley Wentworth met with two doctors in her personal study.

"The medical records are here. You two are specialists in hereditary diseases, so you must have a way to treat my son’s illness, right?"

The two doctors read the case file, then exchanged glances before one of them spoke. "Miss Wentworth, we’re very sorry, but the physician who wrote this file is our mentor. He is the leading authority in this field. The fact that you’re coming to us with his file means he couldn’t find a solution. If a condition has even him stumped, there’s no way we could possibly overcome it."

The color drained from Shirley Wentworth’s face. "What do I do? What on earth am I supposed to do?"

"Please rest assured, Miss Wentworth. Your son is still very young, so there’s plenty of time to study the illness. I’m confident a breakthrough will be made."

"That’s right."

Shirley Wentworth buried her face in her hands. "My child is still young, but Jett isn’t! Year after year passes, and he’ll be thirty before we know it!"

One of the doctors deliberated for a moment before speaking. "Miss Wentworth, I might... have one idea..."