Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 166: I Am the Mistress of This House
Vivian Quinn felt herself melting in the man’s searing embrace, her body turning to water.
She had neither the strength nor the desire to break free.
As a result, things didn’t come to a stop until just before dawn.
In a daze, Vivian Quinn felt the man carry her to the bathroom for a bath.
She was exhausted, but one last thing lingered in her mind. "If anything happens with Elle, you have to wake me."
"Alright."
Vivian Quinn didn’t have the strength to say another word and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
...
「When she woke again, it was already afternoon.」
Vivian Quinn glanced at the time, shot out of bed to get ready, and went downstairs. There, she saw Elle sitting on the sofa, playing with Shirley Wentworth.
"Miss Quinn, just waking up?" Shirley Wentworth asked, sizing her up with an unreadable expression.
Vivian Quinn felt a little embarrassed. "Yes, I overslept. How is Elle doing today?"
"Not bad."
"That’s good."
"Madam, you’re awake?" Nanny Jenner came out from the kitchen. "I’ve simmered a nourishing soup for you. Why don’t you have a bowl? I’ll have the kitchen prepare a meal for you."
"Why didn’t you wake me up?"
Nanny Jenner gave her a fond, knowing smile. "The Young Master said you were exhausted last night. He told us not to disturb you unless it was important and to let you sleep in."
Vivian Quinn: "..."
She instinctively glanced at Shirley Wentworth and saw her expression falter, which made her feel even more mortified.
"Alright, alright. Where is he?"
"The Young Master had some business to attend to, so he stepped out. He said he would be back to have dinner with you."
"I understand." Vivian Quinn’s face flushed to the tips of her ears. "Miss Wentworth, please make yourself comfortable. If you’ll excuse me."
"Alright."
Vivian Quinn went to the dining room. Shirley Wentworth clenched her jaw, her perfectly made-up face contorted with undisguised fury.
"Mommy, you crushed my toy!" Elle cried out in protest.
Only then did Shirley Wentworth realize she had lost her composure. She quickly reined in her emotions and apologized to Elle. "I’m sorry, sweetie. Mommy was too rough. How about I buy you a new one, okay?"
"You don’t have to," Elle said sullenly, his lips in a pout. "Vivian bought this for me. I really like it, and I treasure it."
Shirley Wentworth’s anger flared. She swept Elle into her arms, carried him into his room, and shut the door before demanding, "Let me ask you, do you really like your Vivian that much?"
Elle nodded. "Of course I do."
"Then who do you like more? Her, or Mommy!"
Elle looked at her face and pouted. "Mommy is throwing a fit. I don’t like you right now. I want to go find Vivian!"
"You’re not going anywhere!" Shirley Wentworth blocked his path. "You’d better listen to me, or I’ll take you away from here, and you’ll never see her again!"
Tears welled in Elle’s eyes, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall.
Shirley Wentworth froze. For some reason, she once again saw a shadow of Vivian Quinn on Elle’s face!
’I must be going crazy,’ she thought, ’to be having such delusions!’
Shirley Wentworth’s heart ached. "Eleven Sterling, I am your mother! I’m the one you’re supposed to love the most, do you hear me!"
Elle shoved her away. "I don’t like you anymore! I’m going to find Vivian!"
"Get back here!" Shirley Wentworth yelled, yanking him back.
Elle was no match for her strength and finally broke down, crying and struggling in her grip.
Hearing the commotion, Vivian Quinn rushed over. She knocked before entering anxiously. "What’s wrong?"
"Stay out of this!" Shirley Wentworth roared, her anger boiling over.
"Vivian, help me!" Elle wailed, pleading for rescue.
Just as Vivian Quinn started to move forward, she saw Elle suddenly stop struggling and collapse backward.
"Elle!" Vivian Quinn cried out in alarm.
Shirley Wentworth also realized something was wrong, her face draining of color. "Elle, what’s happening? Don’t scare Mommy!"
Vivian Quinn rushed forward to check his pulse.
The silver needles were in a case on the nightstand. She took them out and began administering acupuncture to the unconscious Elle.
After a long moment, Elle slowly opened his eyes. He looked at her weakly. "Vivian..."
"I’m right here." Vivian Quinn’s heart ached for him. "How do you feel?"
"I’m not in pain, just really tired and sleepy."
"Okay, you get some rest. When you wake up with more energy, Vivian will play with you."
Elle’s eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Of course."
"Yay! I’ll wake up really fast then!"
"Go to sleep."
Elle closed his eyes and was soon fast asleep.
"What on earth is wrong with Elle?" Shirley Wentworth asked anxiously.
Vivian Quinn glanced at her. "Come outside with me."
The two went to the living room before Vivian Quinn finally spoke. "Based on how he just fainted, it’s clear Elle can’t handle any agitation. Miss Wentworth, I don’t know why you were shouting at him, but his condition is delicate. You must do your best to avoid upsetting him from now on."
Shirley Wentworth collapsed onto the sofa, devastated. "How could this be? How did he become so fragile..."
"Jett’s hereditary illness is a neurological condition. When you agitate Elle, it can easily cause cerebral spasms that lead to fainting."
Shirley Wentworth pressed her temples wearily. "I understand. I’ll be more careful from now on."
Remembering Elle’s pained sobs, Vivian Quinn felt a pang in her heart, as if it were being pricked by needles. "Miss Wentworth, he’s just a child. There are better ways to talk to him. Personally, I believe it’s very important for adults to be emotionally stable."
Shirley Wentworth’s face instantly frosted over as she stared coldly at her. "Elle is my son. Our relationship, and the way I raise him, is not your place to comment!"
Vivian Quinn’s tone hardened as well. "I have no intention of interfering with your parenting, much less getting involved in matters between you and your son. But you are living in my home now. If something were to happen to him here, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself. That’s why I have a duty to remind you."
"Your home?" Shirley Wentworth scoffed. "Elle is Jett’s biological son. From a certain point of view, this place is my son’s home!"
Vivian Quinn frowned. "I never said this wasn’t Elle’s home. But I am the lady of this house. The only one."
Shirley Wentworth’s face went pale with rage. Their gazes clashed, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.
"Miss Wentworth," Vivian Quinn spoke first. "I have other things to attend to, so please make yourself at home. You are a guest, and I hope you won’t mind if my hospitality is lacking in any way."
Shirley Wentworth’s face grew even paler. She replied through clenched teeth, "Thank you."
"Don’t mention it." Vivian Quinn gave a faint smile and quickly went upstairs.
Nanny Jenner followed her up with a cup of ginseng tea. "Madam, please calm down."
Vivian Quinn pinched the bridge of her nose and said slowly, "Nanny Jenner, don’t you think something seems a little off about Shirley Wentworth?"
"What makes you say that, Madam?"
"I don’t know. Maybe I’m just being too sensitive, but my gut feeling is that she... she seems to really hate me."
