Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 179: The Wentworth Family Dinner

Vivian Quinn smiled. Shirley Wentworth had no idea she already planned on attending the banquet and was now going to all this trouble, using Elle as an excuse, just to get her to come.

Shirley Wentworth didn’t quite understand the meaning behind Vivian Quinn’s smile, so she added, "Miss Quinn, if you’d rather not be seen in public, I can arrange a room for you at the hotel. It’s best if nothing happens with Elle, but just in case, you’ll be able to get there quickly."

Vivian Quinn composed herself, her smile unwavering. "Thank you for the invitation, Miss Wentworth. I’ll be there on time."

"Really?" Shirley Wentworth was overjoyed. "That’s wonderful!"

"And to be honest, I am worried about Elle."

"In that case, I’ll be expecting you, Miss Quinn." Shirley Wentworth took Elle’s hand. "Let’s go."

"No!" Elle pulled his hand free and ran over to hug Vivian Quinn’s leg. "I want to stay with Vivian!"

Shirley Wentworth’s fingertips trembled as she fought to suppress the turmoil raging in her chest.

Vivian Quinn knelt down and stroked Elle’s little face. "You go with Mommy for now. Vivian will meet up with you tonight, okay?"

"Really?"

"Of course."

"Can I come back with you tonight, then?"

"If you want to, of course you can."

Elle nodded vigorously. "I want to!"

"Then you should go be a good boy for now."

"Okay."

Only then was Shirley Wentworth able to lead Elle away.

Jett Sterling stepped out of the elevator and asked, "Are they gone?"

"Yeah." Vivian Quinn felt like a piece of her heart was missing. "I already miss Elle."

Jett Sterling was unconcerned. "It’s not like he’s gone for good."

"I know." Vivian Quinn took a deep breath. "Anyway, let me give you your acupuncture treatment now. There won’t be time later, since I have to go to the banquet tonight."

"Alright."

Vivian Quinn went to get the silver needles, which had been soaked in a medicinal solution. In the past, she only performed acupuncture on him when he was having an attack. But now that she had a clear direction for his treatment, she could be more proactive.

Vivian Quinn watched Jett Sterling’s expression as she administered the needles.

Suddenly, Jett Sterling’s brow furrowed, and he let out a sharp hiss.

"What’s wrong?" Vivian Quinn asked nervously. "Does something hurt?"

Jett Sterling let out a low chuckle. "I’m just teasing you."

"Jett Sterling!" Vivian Quinn said angrily. "What’s wrong with you? Is this something to joke about?"

"I just saw how nervous you were." Jett Sterling caressed her face tenderly. "Vivian, every time you give me this treatment, you’re completely on edge. I don’t want you under so much pressure, understand?"

Vivian Quinn’s lips curved slightly. "I’m not under pressure, I’m just focused."

"I’m your husband. You think I can’t tell the difference between pressure and focus?"

Vivian Quinn had no rebuttal. "You’re right, I am under pressure. It’s because there are no guarantees with this treatment. I’m terrified I’ll use the wrong medicine or that it will have some adverse effect on your body."

Moreover, her treatment wouldn’t show any obvious effects in the short term. Progress could only be observed over time.

"Vivian, if this is going to put you under so much pressure, I won’t let you do it."

"No!" Vivian Quinn said urgently. "I have to cure you, Jett Sterling! We’re supposed to grow old together!"

"Of course we’ll grow old together." Jett Sterling pulled her hand to his lips and kissed it. "But Vivian, I want every single second you’re with me to be carefree."

"I am carefree, and I’m also very happy." Vivian Quinn hugged him. "But Jett, I shouldn’t be some caged canary you protect. I can be strong enough to stand by your side and face the storms with you. No matter what happens, I will face life and death with you."

"Vivian, thank you."

"We’re husband and wife. There’s no need for thanks."

"Thank you for being my wife."

Vivian Quinn’s brow furrowed in sudden suspicion. "Why does that sound so familiar?"

"How is it familiar?"

"...I think you might have said it to me one night while I was sleeping?"

"I didn’t."

"You definitely did. I’m sure I heard it."

Jett Sterling’s lips curved into a smirk. "Vivian, I do talk to you when you’re asleep."

"For real?" Vivian Quinn pouted. "What could you possibly have to say to me when I’m asleep?"

"It’s a secret."

"Hmph." Vivian Quinn removed the silver needles from him. "You should come with me to the banquet tonight."

"Not interested." Jett Sterling closed his eyes. "The people the Wentworth Family invited are indeed the cream of Aethelgard’s high society. Have Ian Sterling go with you to handle things. With him there, you won’t be at a disadvantage."

"Fine. No need for you to lower yourself by attending such a gathering."

...

「Meanwhile, at the Wentworth estate.」

Elle sat on the sofa with his arms crossed, a displeased look on his face.

"Elle, you can’t be so rude. Hurry up and greet him," Shirley Wentworth reminded him.

Elle pouted and said reluctantly, "Grandpa."

Mr. Wentworth shook his head helplessly. "He’s the spitting image of Jett Sterling, right down to his expression. I imagine his temperament isn’t much different, either. Shirley, you were too impulsive. Having this child might not have been a good thing."

Shirley Wentworth glanced at her father. "Dad, the child is very smart. Don’t say such things in front of him."

Mr. Wentworth sighed. "Fine, I’m washing my hands of this. I won’t be attending the banquet tonight. You young people can sort out your own affairs."

After saying his piece, Mr. Wentworth turned and left.

Shirley Wentworth stroked Elle’s head. "Elle, you can’t be so rude. That’s your grandpa."

"Grandpa was staring at me. That’s rude, too," Elle stated, perfectly self-assured.

Shirley Wentworth was speechless.

"And whose child is this, who’s so clever with his words?" A voice tinged with amusement suddenly came from the doorway.

"Brother, you’re back," Shirley Wentworth said. "Elle, this is your uncle."

Elle glanced at Vincent Wentworth and greeted him, "Uncle."

Shirley Wentworth was delighted. "It seems Elle likes you more, Brother. When he met Dad just now, he refused to greet him no matter what."

Vincent Wentworth handed over the gift box he was holding. "This is a present from your uncle. See if you like it."

"Thank you, Uncle."

Vincent Wentworth studied his face carefully. "The resemblance is there. It’s definitely there. He’s a carbon copy of Jett Sterling."

Elle beamed at him.

Vincent Wentworth’s heart suddenly warmed at the smile. He asked without thinking, "Aren’t you supposed to be cold and aloof? Why are you smiling at me?"

"Elle likes Uncle."

Vincent Wentworth laughed out loud. "It’s no wonder, since you and your uncle share the same blood. There’s a familial bond guiding us, isn’t there?"

Shirley Wentworth’s eyes were filled with adoration. "Brother, I suffered a lot for this child, but it was all worth it. Just seeing him makes all the hardship fade away."

Vincent Wentworth smiled. "That’s only natural. After all, you love Jett Sterling."

"Brother!" Shirley Wentworth quickly pulled him aside and whispered, "Don’t say things like that in front of Elle."

"Why can’t I?" Vincent Wentworth smiled calmly. "After tonight’s banquet, everyone will know about your relationship with Jett Sterling."

"Brother, Dad isn’t attending the banquet tonight. You have to be there to back me up."

"The invitations were sent out by the Wentworth Family, so of course I have to show up. If you cause a scene, I’ll have to be there to clean up your mess." Vincent Wentworth asked, "Will Jett Sterling be there?"

"Jett definitely won’t come, but I used Elle to trick Vivian Quinn into coming. If something happens to Vivian Quinn at the banquet, Jett will definitely show up!"

Vincent Wentworth’s lips curved into a faint smile. "You still don’t understand Jett Sterling well enough..."