Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 117: Really Getting a Divorce?

Shane Shaw immediately stopped crying. "Boss, why are you bringing him up out of the blue?"

"I remember I haven’t divorced him yet."

"You haven’t, but you were poisoned thanks to him. The bird’s nest soup Ian Sterling gave you was poisoned."

Vivian Quinn frowned. "Ian Sterling would never try to harm me."

"Ian Sterling didn’t mean to, but this happened because of the Sterling Family. You were an innocent victim who was dragged into this and almost died." Shane Shaw turned to look at Mason Landon, a flash of unwillingness in his eyes, but he still spoke up. "Thankfully, Mason was here. He developed an antidote just in time, and that’s the only reason you’re still alive."

"Mason, thank you for saving me," Vivian Quinn said softly.

Mason Landon offered a gentle smile. "Vivian, the best way to thank me is to focus on getting better. You’re still very weak. Get some more sleep. I’ll go make you some nourishing soup, so you can have it when you wake up."

Vivian Quinn closed her eyes and drifted back into a deep sleep.

Shane Shaw tucked her in, shot Mason Landon a glare, and quickly stepped out to call Jett Sterling. "Boss is awake. You can relax."

In the study, Jett Sterling breathed a sigh of relief. "As long as she’s awake. Watch over her closely."

"Mason Landon won’t give me the chance. He’s demanding I leave the country in two days!"

"Do as he says. I’ll keep an eye on Mason Landon."

"But I’m worried. If I stay, I might be able to help you."

"You act recklessly. What if you let something slip? That’s why Mason Landon won’t allow a ticking time bomb like you to stay by Vivian’s side."

Shane Shaw was worried. "But if I leave, can you handle this all by yourself? The boss clearly misunderstands you now. Are you two really going to get a divorce?"

"My medical team is secretly analyzing Mason Landon’s poison. I’ll do my best to stall for time and save our marriage."

Shane Shaw nodded. "Jett Sterling, I have to thank you. Thank you for loving my boss so much. Over the years... she’s actually suffered a great deal and been through so much. I think it’s rare that you’d stick by her through thick and thin."

"She’s my wife. It’s only right that I do anything for her. I don’t need your thanks."

...

When Vivian Quinn woke up again, the sky was already dark.

She didn’t press the call button, just lay there quietly, staring absently at the night outside her window.

Mason Landon walked in with a tray and asked with a smile, "You’re awake. Why didn’t you call me? I was just in the kitchen."

Vivian Quinn collected herself and pulled her gaze back to him. "You don’t have to do so much for me. You can just leave it to Shane Shaw."

"Shane Shaw can’t cook, and he doesn’t know what you should be eating." Mason Landon placed the tray on the bedside table and picked up a small bowl to ladle some soup. "This is chicken soup I’ve been simmering for hours. Have a bowl. There’s also congee in the kitchen. I’ll get you some after you finish the soup."

"Thank you."

Vivian Quinn drank most of the chicken soup, feeling much better in her empty stomach. "Mason, I’m full."

"Then rest for a bit before having the congee. You haven’t eaten in days, so your appetite will naturally be poor. We have to take it step by step."

"Okay." Vivian Quinn looked at him. "I’m fine now. You should go home and rest. There are doctors and nurses here to take care of me. Also, I don’t need such a nice hospital room. Tell Shane Shaw to move me to a regular ward."

"Vivian, please listen to me first," Mason Landon said, his tone gentle yet serious. "You need to rest quietly. Staying here is more suitable for your recovery. Besides, you have no other family now. You can’t possibly ask Joy to come take care of you, can you?"

"No!" Vivian Quinn said without a second thought. "Joy’s health is delicate. She can’t handle any shocks. She absolutely cannot know that I’m in the hospital!"

"Then just listen to me. I have to stay here and take good care of you, if only for Joy’s sake. So if you try to send me away again, I’ll have no choice but to tell her the truth."

Vivian Quinn pressed her lips together and said nothing.

"Vivian, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to threaten or pressure you," Mason Landon explained. "I know you’re resistant to me in your heart. I’m just looking after you as a friend. You don’t need to feel pressured."

"Mason, thank you."

"I’ll take that as a yes," Mason Landon said happily. "I’ll go get you a bowl of congee. You need to eat more to get better quickly."

"Okay."

Only after Vivian Quinn finished her congee and was ready for bed did Mason Landon leave.

In the dim light, Vivian Quinn slowly opened her eyes. They were crystal clear as she stared blankly at the ceiling.

The words Jett Sterling had said at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau echoed in her ears, refusing to fade, stabbing her heart over and over again.

’She even found herself wondering, why did I have to wake up?’

’If I had just slept and never woken up, would it still hurt this much?’

Vivian Quinn’s heart ached, a pain so intense it was hard to breathe.

She clutched the blanket, her hands trembling uncontrollably.

Vivian Quinn closed her eyes, trying hard to calm herself.

The door to her room suddenly opened, but her eyelids felt too heavy to open.

It sounded like two nurses coming in. They spoke in low voices as they changed Vivian Quinn’s IV drip.

"She’s so lucky. That Dr. Landon is a god-tier figure every hospital is fighting to hire. I never expected him to have such a tender side, being so considerate and attentive to her."

"Yeah, even the best experts were helpless against the poison she had. It was Dr. Landon who worked sleeplessly to develop the antidote for her. I heard that when he finally succeeded, Dr. Landon almost collapsed from exhaustion."

"She must have saved the galaxy in her past life to meet a great man like Dr. Landon. I’m so moved I could die!"

"Alright, you don’t have that kind of luck. Let’s go. A miserable shift is our fate."

After the sound of the door opening and closing, the room fell silent once more.

Vivian Quinn forced her heavy eyelids open, her eyes filled with helplessness.

Her relationship with Jett Sterling was already a complete mess; she really didn’t want to get any more entangled with Mason Landon.

Even if she divorced Jett Sterling, she wouldn’t get involved with Mason Landon.

Vivian Quinn thought about calling Mason Landon to explain things clearly, but she gave up when she remembered what he had said earlier.

’Just as he said, I really do need to get better first before I can handle everything else.’

...

The next morning, Shane Shaw arrived at the hospital carrying a thermal lunch box.

"Boss, how are you feeling?"

Vivian Quinn curved her lips into a small smile. "Much better."

"Good, you look much better than yesterday. I brought you something good to eat. Get up and have some."

"Okay." Vivian Quinn was indeed hungry. She ate every last bite of the breakfast Shane Shaw had brought. "Delicious."

"I knew you’d like it. I went and stood in line for it first thing this morning."

Vivian Quinn wiped her mouth with a tissue and asked, "How is Ian Sterling?"

"How is he in what way?"

"Didn’t you say I was poisoned because of him? He hasn’t come to see me. Did something happen to him?"

Shane Shaw scratched his head. "I’m not too sure."

Vivian Quinn frowned. "Shane Shaw, do you know you have a bad habit? You start scratching your head whenever you lie."

Shane Shaw: "..."

Vivian Quinn pressed, "Tell me the truth. What exactly happened to Ian Sterling!"