Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 208: Vivian Wouldn’t Kill

Vivian Quinn collected herself and gently shook her head. "I’m not sure."

"No matter what you remember, you have to tell me. I know you didn’t kill him, which is why I called the police immediately. But the murderer was very careful. Only your fingerprints are on the weapon, and there’s no trace of any drugs in your system. All of this is working against you."

Vivian Quinn clutched her hair. "My head is killing me. I can’t think straight at all."

"Then don’t think about it for now." Jett Sterling held her, his heart aching. "Vivian, don’t be afraid. I’m here. Everything will be all right."

"Mmm..."

Jett Sterling helped her lie down. Vivian Quinn closed her eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

A knock sounded at the hospital room door. Not wanting to disturb Vivian Quinn’s sleep, Jett Sterling went to open it himself. He saw Vincent Wentworth standing outside, his expression grim.

"Vivian’s asleep. Let’s talk outside." The two of them went to the lounge next door, where Jett finally asked, "Any news?"

"The police are still investigating, but from the looks of it, no one else was in the villa at the time. The chef left after preparing lunch. Since they were discussing confidential matters, there were no servants present either." Vincent Wentworth’s face was etched with grief. "My aunt gave her statement. When it happened, my dad had sent her out, so she took Elle outside to play. They only went back inside with the rest of us when we arrived."

Jett Sterling’s fingertips tapped lightly on the armrest. "So at that time, there were only the four of them in the villa..."

"Jett, what are you trying to say?" Vincent Wentworth suddenly realized what he was implying. "You can’t be thinking my aunt was the killer, can you? I believe Miss Quinn had no reason to kill my father, but it’s absolutely impossible that it was my aunt. She had even less reason!"

"Besides, she was with Elle the whole time. The boy is young, but he wouldn’t lie. You can ask Elle if you don’t believe me."

"Elle is distraught. He’s been crying nonstop, so it’s impossible to have a normal conversation with him."

"So you still suspect my aunt?" Vincent Wentworth squeezed his eyes shut. "What reason would my aunt have to kill my father and frame Miss Quinn? Jett, I know how much you love her, but you can’t just start pointing fingers to clear her name. All the evidence points to Vivian Quinn, but aren’t I also trying to analyze this rationally and trust that she’s innocent?"

Jett Sterling looked at him. "Vivian would not kill anyone."

"I know, but the man who died was my father. Can you please try to understand how I feel and not sling mud at my family?" Vincent Wentworth said sternly. "My aunt has been speaking up for Miss Quinn, saying the conversation at the table was harmonious, without any conflict, and that Miss Quinn would never kill anyone."

Jett Sterling said, "Until there’s evidence, I won’t speculate further."

Vincent Wentworth sank wearily onto the sofa. "According to procedure, the police need to question Elle. You need to find a way to calm him down."

"When Vivian wakes up, she’ll go and comfort him."

"Okay."

...

「The next day.」

When Vivian Quinn woke up, her complexion was much better.

Nanny Jenner had cooked some congee and was feeding it to her.

"Why won’t these people just leave you alone? To think they’d set such a trap to frame you. When the Young Master finds the truth, he’ll make them pay!"

Vivian Quinn sipped the congee, lost in thought.

"Madam, don’t you worry. The Young Master won’t let anything happen to you."

Vivian Quinn gathered her thoughts and said, "That’s not what I’m worried about."

"Then why do you look so troubled?"

"It’s nothing."

"Vivian!" A voice came from the doorway—it was Elle. Easton Rivers walked in, carrying him.

"Elle!" Vivian Quinn quickly reached out and took him, and the two of them hugged each other tightly.

"Elle, why is your face so pale?"

"Madam, the young master was frightened and hasn’t been able to rest well," Easton Rivers reported.

Vivian Quinn suddenly remembered something. "Did he see something?"

"Yes, the young master went in with Master Sterling. The scene was quite... graphic."

"Vivian, Grandpa is dead." Elle was trembling. "He had so, so much blood on him..."

Vivian Quinn held him tightly, her heart aching for him. "Elle, don’t be scared..."

"Madam, the police are outside. They need to question the young master, but he’s unstable. They think he might need you there to comfort him."

"I can do that."

Two police officers soon came in. Vivian Quinn comforted Elle, "Elle, don’t be afraid. Just tell the nice officers what happened yesterday, okay?"

Elle didn’t say a word.

Vivian Quinn kissed his forehead. "Elle, we have to help the officers find the bad guy. Try to think really hard about what happened yesterday."

"Okay." Elle snuggled into Vivian Quinn’s arms and began to recall earnestly, "Grandpa and Great-aunt were taking me to eat with you, Vivian, and I was so happy. I was even happier when I saw you. After I finished eating, Great-aunt took me outside to play. I wanted to go back and find you, but Great-aunt said that you and Grandpa were talking about important things and we couldn’t go in. Then Daddy and Uncle came, and then I saw Grandpa was dead."

"Elle did a great job." Vivian Quinn looked at the police officers. "A child wouldn’t lie."

"Miss Quinn, we also need to take a statement from you."

"No problem."

Vivian Quinn had Easton Rivers take Elle away first, then cooperated with the police and gave her statement. "...And that’s what happened. I know they didn’t find any traces of drugs in my system, but I was definitely drugged and knocked unconscious. And I definitely did not kill anyone."

"Rest assured, Miss Quinn. The case is still under investigation. If you didn’t do it, we will clear your name. But you are, after all, a suspect, so we will need your cooperation going forward. For now, you cannot leave Aethelgard."

"I will cooperate fully."

"Then get some rest for now."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Just as the police left, there was another knock on the door.

Vivian Quinn pulled her wandering thoughts back to the present. "Come in."

It was Vincent Wentworth.

Vivian Quinn was stunned for a moment before she spoke. "Mr. Wentworth, my condolences."

Vincent Wentworth walked to the chair by the hospital bed and sat down. "Miss Quinn, how are you feeling?"

"Much better now." Vivian Quinn was quite shocked. "You... you don’t blame me?"

"Blame you for what?" Vincent Wentworth said. "You’re a victim in this too."

"You believe me?"

"We haven’t known each other for long, and we haven’t interacted much, but I believe you wouldn’t kill anyone." Vincent Wentworth’s face showed his exhaustion. "There’s an unseen hand behind all this. Someone who would dare to kill my father and frame you is no ordinary person. Jett and I don’t have any leads at the moment."

"Mr. Wentworth, although I’m also a victim, the blow to the Wentworth Family is far greater than it is to me." Vivian Quinn sighed. "When I first met your father, I thought he was a very reasonable and wise elder. I just never expected that our first meeting would also be our last."

Vincent Wentworth covered his face with his hands, finally unable to suppress his grief, and began to sob quietly.

Vivian Quinn passed him a tissue. "Mr. Wentworth, I’m so sorry for your loss."

"Thank you." Vincent Wentworth staunched his tears. "Sorry, I lost control."

"I understand how you feel."

As they were speaking, the door to the hospital room was suddenly pushed open!