Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 124: He Had to See Her

Vivian Quinn frowned slightly and asked with displeasure, "What are you doing here?"

Jett Sterling seemed taken aback. He truly didn’t know what he was here for—only that he had to see her. ’If I don’t see her soon, I’ll go crazy!’

Vivian Quinn gazed at the man’s pale face and slowly clenched her fists. Her voice remained cold. "I asked you a question. What do you want?"

Jett Sterling collected himself and said, "You refuse to divorce me, so we naturally have a tie that can’t be severed. Let me in."

"What for?"

"I’m hungry."

Vivian Quinn: "..."

"Master Sterling has more than enough money to eat whatever he wants. What’s the meaning of coming to my place for food?"

"Vivian Quinn, we aren’t divorced. You’re still Mrs. Sterling, and you have to fulfill your duties. Don’t forget, you’re the one who refuses to divorce me."

Vivian Quinn pressed her lips into a thin line but ultimately let him into the house.

She went straight to the kitchen, made a simple bowl of noodles, and brought it to the dining room.

Jett Sterling was already waiting at the dining table.

Vivian Quinn placed the bowl of noodles in front of him and said irritably, "Hurry up and eat, then get out. I’m going to bed."

Jett Sterling picked up his chopsticks and began to eat in silence.

Vivian Quinn pulled out a chair, sat nearby sipping water, and glanced at him impassively.

’He really does look sick.’ His face was pale, stubble shadowed his chin, and he had a completely dejected air about him.

Perhaps sensing Vivian Quinn’s gaze, Jett Sterling suddenly looked up!

Vivian Quinn immediately averted her gaze, taking an awkward sip of water. "Just eat."

"Vivian, you hate me, don’t you?" Jett Sterling suddenly asked. "Do you wish I were dead?"

Vivian Quinn’s finger tapped lightly against her glass. "Of course I hate you," she said coldly. "Don’t forget how you treated me."

"I just didn’t realize your hatred ran so deep."

"Jett Sterling, to be honest, I really can’t figure out why you’re here today. I’ve tried putting myself in your shoes, and I can’t think of a single reason for you to see me." Vivian Quinn leaned back in her chair, watching him guardedly. "Don’t tell me you’re just a glutton for punishment. Did finding out that I hate your guts just awaken your desire for conquest? Let me tell you something. You fooled me once, but you will absolutely not fool me a second time. And another thing—I might consider forgiving you... when you’re dead."

Jett Sterling’s hand holding the chopsticks slowly tightened, his knuckles turning white.

"Are you eating or not? If not, you can leave," Vivian Quinn prompted.

Jett Sterling collected himself and finished the bowl of noodles, not leaving even a single drop of broth.

"Vivian." The man looked up at the young woman across from him. "I’ll be going now."

"I’m not seeing you out."

Vivian Quinn watched him leave and remained seated in silence for a long time. Finally, she stood, picked up the empty bowl from the dining table, and went into the kitchen to wash it.

Her expression remained blank the entire time.

...

Shane Shaw worked fast. After the trial, Diana Davenport was sentenced to five years in prison and ordered to pay over three hundred thousand in medical fees.

When Vivian Quinn heard the result, however, she was extremely dissatisfied. "She almost killed me, and she only gets five years? Shane, are you sure the Davenport Family didn’t pull some strings to get the sentence reduced?"

"Boss, I don’t think anyone interfered. I consulted a lawyer, and they said five years is about right."

"If I had been the one she hit that day, I could have been killed instantly. Didn’t you even consider that?" Vivian Quinn frowned. "No, I absolutely will not let her off so easily. You need to figure something out. Even if she’s in prison, I won’t let her have an easy time of it."

Shane Shaw was stunned. "Boss, are you saying you want to hire someone to rough up Diana Davenport in prison?"

"Why not?"

"Boss, this is..." Shane Shaw was momentarily speechless. "This isn’t your style!"

"And what style is that?" Vivian Quinn shot back. "Shane, you weren’t the one at death’s door. How could you possibly know what it feels like to have a brush with death?"

"Boss, I know you feel wronged, but Diana Davenport has been sentenced. This should be the end of it. You’ve never been one to let people you dislike affect your life."

Vivian Quinn said resolutely, "Disliking someone is one thing. Getting revenge is another matter entirely."

Shane Shaw shook his head. "Boss, I think you’ve changed. It seems like ever since that incident with Jett Sterling, your personality has gradually started to shift. You’ve become more extreme, whether it’s toward Jett Sterling or Diana Davenport."

"Like I said, people change," Vivian Quinn said dismissively. "I used to be too agreeable, and that’s why people walked all over me. Kindness is treated as weakness. So I made a vow to myself: I will never give anyone the chance to hurt me again."

"Boss, that’s not it. I just don’t think you should become this way."

"Don’t try to persuade me. Just tell me if you’re willing to help me or not."

Shane Shaw was silent for a long time before finally speaking. "Boss, I’m a man. I just can’t bring myself to be so utterly ruthless toward a woman. I can’t do it."

Vivian Quinn let out a cold laugh. "You call me ’Boss’ over and over, yet you’ve never once tried to see things from my perspective and empathize with me. Shane Shaw, I’m very disappointed in you."

Shane Shaw frowned. "Boss, you’re not going to throw away our friendship over this, are you?"

"You’re the one who gave up on our friendship. Otherwise, you wouldn’t refuse to do such a small thing for me." Vivian Quinn turned to look out the window. "You can go. I’ll continue to live here for the time being, but from now on, we’re nothing more than landlord and tenant. I’ll pay rent at the market rate, deposited into your account on time."

Shane Shaw was dumbfounded. "You’re ending our friendship?"

"That’s right. I’m ending our friendship." The line of Vivian Quinn’s profile grew colder, harder. "Shane Shaw, all good things must come to an end. We’ve walked the same path for a while, but it’s time we went our separate ways."

Shane Shaw was so angry he was on the verge of tears. "Boss, you’re going too far!"

"Am I the one going too far?" Vivian Quinn turned her head to face him, her gaze icy. "You’re so high and mighty, you have your principles, so you don’t need to consider my feelings! Let me tell you, I’m not the old Vivian Quinn anymore. Now, anyone who messes with me will pay with their life!"

"Boss, you really have changed," Shane Shaw said, looking at her sadly. "I don’t like who you are now."

"Do I need you to like me?" Vivian Quinn sneered. "Get out. I’m changing the code for the lock. From now on, don’t you dare set foot in here again without my permission!"

Shane Shaw’s chest heaved with anger. He shot to his feet, turned, and strode away, slamming the front door shut behind him.

BANG!

Vivian Quinn squeezed her eyes shut. After a long moment, her racing heart gradually calmed.

Shane Shaw’s flight out of Aethelgard was the following evening. Vivian Quinn stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing outside. The weather was clear, and the sky was full of stars—just like the starry skies she and Shane had seen in the countryside when they were children.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Vivian Quinn took a deep breath, turned to open the door, and saw Jett Sterling standing outside.