Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 18: Vivian, Don’t Be Afraid

An uproar swept through the venue.

"Oh my god, Vivian Quinn got that limp from saving Austin Grant?"

"Austin Grant is so not a man! Vivian Quinn was his fiancée back then. She was lying seriously injured in a hospital bed after saving him, and he was having an affair with Rachel Quinn?"

"Objectively speaking, Austin Grant is a total scumbag. Say what you will about Vivian Quinn, but for her to get injured like that saving him, she must have been crazy in love. And all her devotion got her was betrayal!"

"And has no one noticed that Rachel Quinn is just the other woman?"

"So, they really are a pair—one’s a scumbag, the other’s a slut!"

"I’m starting to feel sorry for Vivian Quinn..."

Hearing the guests’ gossip, Rachel Quinn’s face went pale with anger. She pointed a finger at Vivian Quinn. "It was her, Austin! It must have been her!"

Vivian Quinn raised an eyebrow. "I forced you two disgusting lovebirds to sneak around and betray me? Rachel Quinn, you’ve got some nerve saying that."

Rachel Quinn gritted her teeth in hatred, but she couldn’t break her innocent and kind persona. She could only turn to Austin in tears. "Austin, look at her!"

Austin Grant frantically scrambled for a counter-strategy in his mind, only to find it was completely indefensible.

There was too much incriminating information in that recording. It sealed his and Rachel Quinn’s guilt!

’Vivian Quinn really is ruthless!’

Rachel Quinn forced herself to calm down and said, "Vivian, it’s a fact that you slept with this man in a wheelchair before the engagement, isn’t it? You were never good enough for Austin to begin with, so why are you making such a scene today!"

Vivian Quinn stood up, clapped her hands twice, and raised her voice. "You two, get in here."

Two shifty-eyed men walked in from outside. Rachel Quinn glanced at them, and her face went pale.

Vivian Quinn eyed her coolly. "Getting nervous, Rachel Quinn?"

"Why would I be nervous?" Rachel Quinn gathered her thoughts and said, "Vivian, what are you trying to do, bringing these two men here? Are you trying to frame me?"

"Quick on your feet, aren’t you? Already trying to turn the tables and accuse me. But you’re not getting out of this today." Vivian Quinn raised her voice. "Everyone, I, Vivian Quinn, am not someone who can’t let things go, but the truth must be made clear. There are some things I won’t take the fall for, and no one is going to sling mud at me."

"I did sleep with the gentleman beside me on the eve of my engagement, but it was all a setup by Rachel Quinn! She drugged me and knocked me out, intending for these two men to violate me. But they only cared about money and sold me to someone else instead!"

The venue erupted in another uproar as the guests began to murmur among themselves.

"Nonsense! That’s nonsense!" Rachel Quinn flatly denied it. "Vivian, you’ve really gone mad! Just because you’re jealous that I get to marry Austin, you’d find two random men to frame me!"

"The witnesses are right here, and you still won’t admit it?" Vivian Quinn unhurriedly pulled a phone from her pocket. "This is my phone. Before you drugged me, I hit the record button. Do you need me to play it for everyone so they can hear just how you ordered them to harm me?"

The color drained from Rachel Quinn’s face. "No, it’s not like that! Vivian, let me explain!"

Vivian Quinn’s cold, sharp eyes locked onto her face. "Willing to admit it now?"

"I... I..." Rachel Quinn stared at the phone, then suddenly shot her hand out. Before anyone could react, she snatched it and slammed it against the wall.

The phone fell to the floor, shattered into pieces.

Vivian Quinn tilted her head. "Actually, I was just lying. I never had time to record anything. Besides, those two stole my phone and factory reset it, so even if there was a recording, it would have been erased."

"Rachel Quinn, by snatching and destroying my phone, you’ve just proved you have a guilty conscience."

Rachel Quinn’s chest heaved with anger, and she started crying pitifully. "Vivian, I was just trying to stop you from making a scene! It’s not because I have a guilty conscience!"

"Everyone here is smart. Did you really think they would believe that?"

The way the guests looked at Rachel Quinn began to change, but out of respect for the Grant Family’s reputation, they didn’t say anything aloud.

Vivian Quinn continued, "Rachel Quinn, if I had known Austin Grant was such a piece of trash, do you think I would have ever been interested in him? If you two had just told me sooner, I would have gladly handed that garbage over to you. But you should never have tried to harm me like that!"

Rachel Quinn secretly gritted her teeth, at a complete loss for what to do.

The Grant Family was one of Aethelgard’s most prominent and powerful families. Now, their perfectly good engagement party had been thrown into chaos, and they had lost all face.

Austin Grant’s father, Ethan Grant, spoke with a cold expression. "Someone, throw this troublemaker out!"

Vivian Quinn laughed. "Master Grant has no defense, so President Grant flies into a rage out of shame and wants to throw me out? What’s next, are you going to kill me to silence me?"

Ethan Grant narrowed his eyes. "You think I wouldn’t dare?"

"A man as powerful as President Grant would dare to do anything, of course."

"As long as you know."

Ethan Grant raised his hand. Two bodyguards immediately walked over. Just as they were about to drag Vivian Quinn out, a deep, icy voice suddenly rang out. "Who dares touch her."

The voice carried an oppressive weight that sent a chill down everyone’s spine.

Everyone’s gaze snapped to the man in the wheelchair. He hadn’t uttered a sound for some time, yet his presence was impossible to ignore.

Jett Sterling moved to Vivian Quinn’s side and took her hand. Only then did he leisurely turn his gaze to Ethan Grant. "Chairman Grant, it’s always wise to leave yourself an escape route. Her... you can’t afford to touch."

Ethan Grant was stunned by the powerful aura radiating from the man before him. In his decades of dominating the business world, he had never met a young man with such an intense presence.

And a cripple in a wheelchair, no less.

He racked his brain but didn’t recognize the man, nor had he ever heard of any wealthy family’s son being wheelchair-bound. ’His background can’t be that strong,’ he thought, which put him at ease. He said coldly, "Vivian Quinn, this is The Platinum Hall, not a place for you to run wild. Now take this cripple and get the hell out, or don’t blame me for not giving your parents any face."

A slight smile touched Jett Sterling’s lips. "And who told you I can’t run wild in The Platinum Hall?"

Many people in the crowd laughed.

"Judging by your looks, you probably haven’t seen much of the world. The Platinum Hall is the only seven-star hotel in Celestine, hailed as one of the top ten hotels in the world. It’s not a place a loser like you in a wheelchair can just enter."

"Exactly! Only a family with the Grant Family’s status could book the banquet hall at the last minute for such a grand engagement dinner. We all had to have our identities verified with an invitation to get in. You must have slipped in during the chaos!"

"You know, he and Vivian Quinn are quite a match—one’s a cripple, the other’s a gimp."

A Grant Family sycophant immediately seized the chance to chime in. "Comparisons really are cruel, aren’t they? Look at Master Grant and Rachel Quinn—a perfect couple. And then look at these two... a pair of clowns."

A dark glint flashed in Austin Grant’s eyes. "Vivian Quinn, and here I thought you were so capable. You may have a limp, but you’re still a daughter of the Quinn Family. To think you’d debase yourself by finding a man like this."

"I don’t even need to throw you out myself. Someone, go get the hotel manager. I’d like to ask just how someone like this managed to sneak in."

Vivian Quinn’s brow furrowed. ’I don’t care if I’m thrown out, but men have their pride. Especially a man with a physical disability like Jett Sterling—he might be sensitive and fragile. I don’t want him to be humiliated.’

Vivian Quinn said immediately, "Let’s go."

"No need." Jett Sterling squeezed her hand, his voice deep and gentle. "Vivian, don’t be afraid. I won’t let a single person who hurt you get away."