Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 167: She Likes Jett Sterling

Nanny Jenner smiled. "A woman’s intuition is usually spot-on. It’s not that you’re being overly sensitive."

"You think so?" Vivian Quinn casually hugged a nearby throw pillow. "I don’t think I’ve done anything to offend her, have I?"

Nanny Jenner set the teacup down on the coffee table. "Oh, Mrs. Sterling, when it comes to conflict between women, do you really need a reason?"

Vivian Quinn frowned. "What? What conflict could there possibly be between us?"

Nanny Jenner shook her head in resignation. "Mrs. Sterling, let me ask you this: if you had a one-night stand with a strange man, would you have his child?"

Vivian Quinn answered without a second thought, "No."

"What if having an abortion would leave you permanently infertile?"

"Still no."

"Well, what if you knew the man, but you didn’t like him? Would you have his child then?"

Vivian Quinn thought about it seriously before shaking her head again. "No. A child should be the fruit of love, born to two people who love each other. If you have a child with someone you don’t love, not only will you be unhappy, but the child won’t be happy either. That’s just irresponsible to the child."

Nanny Jenner nodded in agreement. "That’s my thinking as well. I believe most sensible women wouldn’t have a child so casually. So, Mrs. Sterling, why do you think Miss Wentworth did?"

The realization slowly dawned on Vivian Quinn, and her eyes widened. "What are you trying to say? Are you suggesting that Shirley Wentworth had Jett’s child because she’s in love with him?"

"Mrs. Sterling, it’s not a matter of my opinion. They grew up in the same social circles. Anyone with eyes can see how Miss Wentworth feels about Jett."

Vivian Quinn frowned. "But no one ever told me that!"

"Because she never showed it," Nanny Jenner said seriously. "Shirley is the eldest daughter of the Wentworth Family, and she’s far too proud to confess her feelings first. On top of that, the two families have always been bitter rivals, making it even more impossible for her to make the first move. I only figured out that she’s secretly in love with Jett through my own observations."

"...So, does Jett Sterling know?"

"A man as dense as Jett? How could he possibly know?"

Vivian Quinn nodded. "That explains it. If Jett Sterling knew, he probably wouldn’t have let Shirley Wentworth stay here."

"Exactly. Jett is always most concerned with your feelings."

"So, according to you, Shirley likes Jett, which is why she had Elle." Vivian Quinn recalled what Jett Sterling had said before. "But she knew Jett wouldn’t accept her or the child, so she stayed away. And now, she found out he’s married, she panicked, and so she came back with Elle. Is that right?"

"Your logic is sound, Mrs. Sterling. That’s what I was thinking, too."

"So Jett was right to think she had an agenda. I guess I really was too naive."

"Mrs. Sterling, you’re still young, so your ability to judge character isn’t as developed yet. Besides, you’ve only just met Shirley Wentworth; you don’t know her at all."

"Nanny Jenner, did I let a wolf in the door?" Vivian Quinn cupped her chin. "I really wasn’t thinking about all that. When I saw Elle having an attack, I felt so terrible... I wished I could take his place. I knew I had to keep him here for treatment."

"I know. You’re kind-hearted, Mrs. Sterling. And besides, he’s Jett’s child. It’s only natural your affection would extend to him."

Vivian Quinn shook her head. "It’s not just that. I genuinely like Elle. I’d like him even if he weren’t Jett Sterling’s son."

"I can tell. Elle is also very fond of you. You two have a special connection," Nanny Jenner said. "Actually, if Miss Wentworth were willing to let go, it would be wonderful for Elle to stay at Sycamore Bay as your and Jett’s child. I’m sure you would treat him as your own."

"I would," Vivian Quinn said, her lips curving into a small smile. "But I could never try to take him from Shirley. After all, she’s Elle’s biological mother. I just hope we can cure his illness and let him grow up healthy and happy."

"Mrs. Sterling, I’m sure you can make that happen."

"Mm."

...

At dinnertime, without waiting for an invitation, Shirley Wentworth arrived at the dining room carrying Elle.

Vivian Quinn couldn’t exactly turn them away, so she asked a maid to set another place at the table.

"Vivian, I’m all better now," Elle said obediently. "Can I play with you after dinner?"

"Of course, you can," Vivian Quinn said with a radiant smile. "But Elle, you’ve been in bed for several days. How about this? The weather is nice today. Why don’t we go for a walk in the garden after we finish eating?"

"Okay!"

"Good boy. Go on, eat up."

Shirley Wentworth ate in sullen silence, not saying a word.

After dinner, Vivian Quinn didn’t bother asking for Shirley Wentworth’s opinion. She simply put a coat on Elle and took him directly to the garden for a walk.

Jett Sterling followed along in his wheelchair.

Vivian Quinn held Elle’s little hand. "Elle, if you get tired, just tell Vivian. I can carry you, or you can sit on Daddy’s lap."

Jett Sterling frowned. "Who said he could sit on my lap?"

Vivian turned to glare at him. "Don’t reject him like that in front of him. He understands everything you say."

"I want him to understand."

Vivian Quinn: "..."

"Vivian, I don’t want to sit on Daddy’s lap. It’s not a good lap."

Jett Sterling: "..."

Vivian Quinn burst out laughing. "You’ve never sat on it, Elle. How do you know it’s not a good lap?"

"I just know. He can’t even walk. There’s no power in his legs."

Vivian laughed so hard her stomach hurt. "Jett Sterling, your son’s not impressed with you."

Jett Sterling sneered. "As for whether or not I have any power, you of all people should know."

Vivian Quinn: "..." ’She was pretty sure Jett Sterling was making a dirty joke!’

"Don’t say such things in front of a child!"

"He won’t understand this."

Elle’s curiosity was immediately piqued. "Vivian, what’s Daddy talking about?"

Vivian Quinn cleared her throat and explained, "Your daddy is inviting you to sit on his lap and feel his power."

As soon as the words were out, Vivian Quinn picked up Elle, placed him on Jett Sterling’s lap without giving him a chance to refuse, and said, "Hold him tight. I’ll push you both."

Jett Sterling had no choice but to comply.

Vivian Quinn couldn’t suppress a grin as she moved behind the wheelchair to push.

Elle shrieked with excitement. "Vivian, faster!"

"Okay, hold on tight!"

"AHHH, this is so fun! A little faster!"

"Alright!"

"Vivian, this is so much fun!"

The garden filled with joyful laughter, seeming to chase away the chill in the air.

From a dark corner not far away, Shirley Wentworth watched this heartwarming scene, her hands trembling with rage.

’That was her child. Jett Sterling should have been her man. What right did Vivian Quinn have to steal them both, like a cuckoo in another’s nest!’

Her phone suddenly rang. Shirley Wentworth picked it up. "Hello?"

"What’s wrong with you?" the person on the other end asked, sensing her mood immediately. "In a bad mood?"

"I can’t just wait around passively anymore!" Shirley Wentworth watched Vivian Quinn’s smiling face in the distance, her eyes laced with venom. She lowered her voice, "I’ve had enough of that woman’s smugness. Every one of her smiles is like a knife stabbing me in the heart! I’m the one who should be the rightful Mrs. Sterling!"