Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 207: Vivian Quinn is a Murderer

Outside the villa, two luxury cars pulled up, one behind the other. Two men stepped out.

"Daddy, Uncle." Elle ran forward to greet them. "Daddy, are you here to see Vivian?"

Jett Sterling’s expression darkened. He looked at Ruby Wentworth. "Who gave you permission to bring my wife here!"

Ruby Wentworth said with a serious expression, "Jett, please don’t be angry. I mean Miss Quinn no harm."

"Where is she?"

"Inside."

Jett Sterling wheeled himself into the house. The moment he entered, he caught the faint scent of blood!

"Vivian?"

Jett Sterling called out, but there was no answer!

He went straight to the dining room and immediately saw Vivian Quinn collapsed on the floor!

"Ah!" Ruby Wentworth exclaimed. "Brother!"

Mr. Wentworth was lying in a pool of blood, a knife plunged into his heart!

And collapsed nearby, Vivian Quinn was clutching a bloody fruit knife!

Elle was terrified and burst into tears with a WAHHH!

"Vivian!" Jett Sterling’s gaze hardened. "Easton Rivers!"

Easton Rivers rushed in and checked on her. "Master Sterling, it looks like Mrs. Sterling just fainted!"

Vincent Wentworth checked his father for a pulse, and his face drained of color. "My dad’s dead..."

Ruby Wentworth clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Jett Sterling calmly instructed, "Easton Rivers, call the police, secure the scene, and take Vivian to the hospital."

"Yes, sir."

...

When Vivian Quinn woke up, she felt a splitting headache.

She forced open her leaden eyelids, and the first thing she saw was Jett Sterling’s handsome face.

"Vivian!" Jett Sterling breathed a sigh of relief. "You’re finally awake!"

"What happened to me?" Vivian Quinn pressed her temples. "My head hurts so much..."

"You don’t remember anything?"

"I was having a meal with Shirley Wentworth’s father, and then I suddenly fainted."

Jett Sterling held her hand. "Vivian, listen to me. Chairman Wentworth is dead."

"What?" Vivian Quinn was shocked. "How is that possible! How did he die!"

"He was stabbed once in the heart. It was a fatal blow."

"Who did it?"

"When we arrived, you were lying beside him, and the knife was in your hand."

Vivian Quinn frowned. "Are you saying I killed him?"

"Of course you didn’t kill him. It’s obvious someone deliberately framed you."

"How could this happen..."

"Get out of my way! Let me in!" Shirley Wentworth’s voice rang out from the hallway, followed by the hospital room door being kicked open with a loud BANG!

"Vivian Quinn!" With venom in her eyes, Shirley Wentworth charged at Vivian!

Easton Rivers immediately blocked her path. "Miss Wentworth, you need to calm down."

"She killed my father! How can I be calm?!" Shirley Wentworth raged. "I’m going to kill her! I’m going to kill her right now!"

"Who told you Vivian killed your father?" Jett Sterling said coldly. "This is no place to throw a tantrum. Get out."

"Jett, are you still defending her even now?" Shirley Wentworth looked at him, heartbroken. "Fine. I’ll make you see what kind of person she really is! The police have already finished their initial investigation. The knife only has Vivian Quinn’s fingerprints, and there was no one else at the scene. Who else could it have been?!"

"Anyone with eyes can see that Vivian was framed, so of course the murder weapon only has her fingerprints. Do you really expect the real killer to leave their own fingerprints?"

"Jett, why are you twisting the facts for her? There is no other murderer, because Vivian Quinn *is* the murderer!"

"I didn’t kill your father," Vivian Quinn said, sitting up. "If I wanted to kill someone, I have plenty of ways to do it without being detected. I wouldn’t need to be so stupid as to kill him in person. Besides, why would I knock myself out at the crime scene?"

"Vivian Quinn, are you trying to say you were drugged unconscious?" Shirley Wentworth sneered. "I just spoke with the doctor. There are absolutely no traces of knockout drugs in your system!"

"Impossible..." Vivian Quinn said, trying to remember. "I know my own body. There’s no way I would have suddenly fainted unless I was drugged! I checked when I entered the room; there was no strange smell in the air, and the food and drinks were safe. But I was, without a doubt, knocked out. That means the killer used an incredibly powerful drug!"

"Vivian Quinn, stop making excuses and trying to sound like some kind of expert! The fact is, there were no drugs in your system, and you were the only one at the scene. That makes you the murderer!" Shirley’s eyes, full of hatred, bored into her. "I will make you pay for my father’s death! People like you don’t deserve to live another day!"

Jett Sterling gave a cold command. "Easton Rivers, get her out of here. If the Wentworth Family wants an explanation from me, that’s fine. But tell them to send someone with a brain."

Easton Rivers nodded. "Yes, sir."

Shirley Wentworth was overwhelmed with grief and fury. "Jett Sterling, you’re taking things too far! The facts are staring you in the face, how can you still protect her?! I’m telling you, Vivian Quinn is the murderer! I will never let her get away with this..."

Shirley Wentworth’s curses faded as Easton Rivers dragged her away. Vivian Quinn pressed her throbbing temples, unable to think straight.

Jett Sterling immediately called for the doctor to examine Vivian Quinn.

"Master Sterling, Mrs. Sterling is fine."

"There were no traces of knockout drugs in her system?"

"That’s correct."

"Then why did she suddenly faint?"

The doctor looked troubled. "I’m not sure about that, but physically, Mrs. Sterling is indeed fine."

"Isn’t it obvious?" The door to the room was pushed open again, and Wendy Reeves strode in. "It means she was faking it!"

Seeing the situation, the doctor quickly bowed his head and excused himself.

Jett Sterling’s gaze grew cold. "Mom, don’t come here and cause more trouble right now. And do not slander Vivian."

"I’m in no mood to slander her. I only care about my precious grandson—he was terrified by what Vivian Quinn did!" Wendy Reeves was fuming. "Vivian Quinn, what did the Sterling Family ever do to you? Did we dig up your ancestral graves in a past life? Or does Jett owe you some great debt, that you insist on dragging him down like this?"

"Do you have any idea who the Wentworth Family is? Anyone else would be desperate to stay out of their way, but you? You go and get yourself accused of murder! What were you thinking?!"

"Vivian is not the murderer," Jett Sterling stated coldly. "This was clearly a setup to frame her, but it’s actually aimed at me. If Vivian weren’t my wife, would she have ever gotten involved in something like this?"

Wendy Reeves was left speechless by his retort, but she still said angrily, "Since she married you, she’s your other half. She needs to think things through before she acts! As Mrs. Sterling, how could she let herself be framed so easily? What if she ends up dragging you down with her?"

"I’m not afraid of being dragged down." Jett Sterling’s tone was commanding. "This doesn’t concern you. If you want to look after Elle, go to the room next door. If you want to keep blaming Vivian, I’ll have someone escort you home. You won’t be allowed to set a single foot outside."

Wendy Reeves looked like she was about to explode with anger, but she could only leave in a huff.

Jett Sterling’s gaze softened as he turned back to the girl on the hospital bed. Seeing her lost in thought, her face frighteningly pale, he quickly asked, "Vivian, what is it? Did you remember something?"