Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 114: What Makes You Think I Would Want You?
Jett Sterling’s lips thinned, and he watched her with a cold, detached gaze.
Vivian Quinn spoke stubbornly, "If you want a woman, you can have anyone you want. Why bother with someone crippled and ugly like me?"
"Besides, your kindness to me wasn’t fake. You almost died trying to save me!"
Jett Sterling was silent for a moment before a heartless smile curled his lips. "I enjoy taming things. The more you resist me, the more I want to tame you. I don’t care whether you’re beautiful or ugly. Did you think I was pursuing you? No. I was pursuing the sense of accomplishment from taming you. The moment you’re tamed, I’ll lose all interest."
"As for saving you that time, that was just a tactic. If I hadn’t done that, how would you have fallen so hopelessly in love with me?"
Vivian Quinn felt as if her heart had been struck a heavy blow. Her entire body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Impossible..." She stared at his stunningly handsome face in disbelief. "I don’t believe it! I don’t believe you!"
Jett Sterling smiled faintly. "What, having regrets? Can’t bear to divorce me? Or should I say, you can’t bear to walk away with nothing?"
"Jett Sterling, what nonsense are you spouting!" Shane Shaw roared. "How dare you assume that about my boss? She was never after your money!"
"Then I don’t understand. We’re standing right here, about to go in and get divorced, so why is she bringing this up now?" Jett Sterling’s lips curled, the heartless smile never reaching his eyes. He spoke, each word landing with heavy impact, "Vivian Quinn, what makes you think I would ever want a woman who’s had a child with another man?"
Vivian Quinn shuddered violently, and her face instantly turned deathly pale.
All the way here, she had been clinging to the hope that everything she had seen and felt these past few days was just an illusion.
But now, Jett Sterling’s words had plunged her straight into Hell.
"Jett Sterling, you’re insane!" Shane Shaw saw red. Losing all reason, he lunged forward to hit him, only to be blocked by bodyguards.
"Let me go!" Shane Shaw struggled furiously. "If I don’t beat him to death today, my name isn’t Shane Shaw!"
Jett Sterling’s hands slowly tightened on the armrests of his wheelchair. "Vivian Quinn, are you going to keep wasting my time?"
Vivian Quinn struggled to pull herself together. Only she knew how much strength it took to hold back her tears.
She put on her most radiant smile and said, "Jett Sterling, I should thank you for your honesty. I won’t cling to you. Let’s get a divorce."
She started to walk inside, but after just two steps, she suddenly felt a surge of blood rise in her chest.
Before Vivian Quinn could even react, she gagged and spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.
Everyone was stunned. Shane Shaw was the first to react, shoving the bodyguards aside and rushing forward to catch her. "Boss, what’s wrong? Why are you spitting up blood? Don’t scare me!"
Vivian Quinn’s mouth opened, as if to say something, but she didn’t have a shred of strength. Her vision went black, and she lost consciousness.
Shane Shaw held the unconscious girl, completely at a loss. "Boss? Boss, wake up! Don’t scare me!"
"Vivian!" Jett Sterling cried out in alarm, hastily maneuvering his wheelchair forward. "What’s wrong?"
"Get the hell away from her!" Shane Shaw freed a hand to shove Jett Sterling away. "Don’t you touch her!"
"This is no time for tantrums!" Jett Sterling commanded. "Get her in the car! To the hospital!"
Shane Shaw didn’t dare to delay. He immediately scooped Vivian Quinn up into his arms and got into the car.
As soon as he was in the car, Jett Sterling started making calls, arranging for the nearest hospital to open an emergency channel.
When the car stopped at the hospital entrance, Vivian Quinn was immediately rushed into the emergency room by the waiting medical staff.
A short while later, a doctor came out, his expression grave. "Miss Quinn’s condition is complicated. It appears she’s been poisoned. We’re running a toxicology screen now, but her vitals are dropping rapidly. She’s in critical condition."
Shane Shaw’s knees buckled, and he almost collapsed to the floor. "How could this happen... How could Boss have been poisoned? She was perfectly fine!"
Jett Sterling’s expression was terrifyingly grim. He commanded in a low voice, "I don’t care what methods you use. Nothing must happen to her."
"We’ll do our best." The doctor handed over a document. "This is a critical condition notice. One of you needs to sign it."
Jett Sterling took it. "I’m her husband. I’ll sign."
The man swiftly signed his name and repeated his warning, "Remember what I said. If anything happens to her, you will face consequences you cannot afford."
The doctor flinched in fear, quickly turned, and hurried back into the emergency room.
Jett Sterling took out his phone and made a call. In less than half an hour, Mason Landon rushed over. "What’s going on?"
Jett Sterling shot out a hand and grabbed him by the collar, his dark face radiating a chilling violence. "You have the nerve to ask!"
"Let go!" Mason Landon shoved him off. "I’m going in to take a look!"
Jett Sterling closed his eyes. No one saw his trembling fingertips slowly clench the armrests of his wheelchair.
Mason Landon emerged from the emergency room a moment later and said coldly, "Vivian ingested an acute, potent poison. We just pumped her stomach. The only food residue we detected was bird’s nest soup. In all likelihood, she ate poisoned bird’s nest soup."
A memory struck Shane Shaw. "Boss did eat bird’s nest soup this morning! She said Ian Sterling prepared it for her!"
Jett Sterling’s face was black as thunder. "Easton, bring Ian Sterling to me!"
"Yes, Master Sterling."
Ian Sterling arrived quickly, looking utterly baffled. "What happened? Why is Vivian Quinn suddenly in the hospital?"
Shane Shaw strode forward, grabbed him by the collar, and demanded, "The bird’s nest soup you gave my boss was poisoned! Why did you try to harm her?"
"What are you talking about?" Ian Sterling’s face turned white. "I didn’t! Why would I possibly poison her?"
"Where did the bird’s nest soup come from?" Jett Sterling demanded. "This is a serious matter. You’d better tell me the truth, right now."
"I got it from home!" Ian Sterling’s face grew even paler. "Uncle, that soup... I think my mom intended to give it to your mom. I just grabbed it on my way out and gave it to Vivian Quinn instead."
Jett Sterling’s thin lips pressed into a hard line, his expression so dark it looked like it could drip ink. "Easton, go and detain her. Investigate this!"
Easton Rivers bowed his head. "Yes, Master Sterling."
Mason Landon said coldly, "I’m in no mood to care about your Sterling Family’s internal strife. What’s obvious is that Vivian has been dragged into this. Her health has been poor lately; there’s no way her body can withstand such a potent poison!"
"What do you mean?" Shane Shaw’s voice trembled. "Is my boss really going to die?"
"It’s extremely dangerous. Whether or not she pulls through this is up to fate."
Jett Sterling’s hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white. "Are you sure she’s this critical just from this poison? Mason Landon, I’m warning you. If the slightest thing happens to her, it won’t just be you. I’ll have your entire Landon Family buried with her!"
