Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 200: Elle Vomits Blood

"Who is it?"

"Vincent Wentworth, Eldest Master Wentworth."

"He must be here to see Elle, not me," Vivian Quinn said. "But I actually have something to ask him. Let him in first. We’ll be right down."

"Yes, ma’am."

Vivian Quinn unhurriedly removed the needles from Elle, then checked his pulse. After confirming there was nothing abnormal, she took his hand and led him downstairs.

Vincent Wentworth was sitting in the living room, holding a small cat in his arms.

Vivian Quinn’s face lit up, and she hurried over. "It’s him!"

"Yes," Vincent Wentworth said with a smile. "His injuries have healed. I brought him here specifically to thank you."

Vivian Quinn took the kitten and checked him over. "He really has healed."

"Mhm." Vincent Wentworth looked at Elle. "Elle, Uncle brought you a gift. Do you want to see it?"

"Okay!"

Knowing what Elle liked, Vincent Wentworth had bought him a new Lego set.

Elle was delighted. "This is the hardest one to build! I want to build it with Vivian!"

"Okay, we’ll build it together tonight after our exercises."

Vivian Quinn stroked the kitten in her arms. "Mr. Wentworth, since you’re adopting him, have you given him a name?"

"Not yet. Miss Quinn, you’re his savior. The name should come from you."

Vivian Quinn smiled. "Elle is very fond of him too. Why don’t we let Elle name him?"

Elle thought about it seriously, then said, "Spicy Sauerkraut Fish!"

Vivian Quinn: "..."

Vincent Wentworth: "..."

"Elle, how did you come up with such a... down-to-earth name?"

Elle explained earnestly, "Because cats like to eat fish, and the spicy sauerkraut fish Vivian made last night was delicious!"

"Oh?" Vincent Wentworth was curious. "I didn’t realize Miss Quinn could cook."

Vivian Quinn was a little embarrassed. "My sister was sick for many years and had to eat a very bland diet. Now that she’s finally recovered, she wants to eat something with a bit more flavor. I’m not actually a great cook; they’re just not picky."

Vincent Wentworth said, "Even if a home-cooked meal has a simple flavor, it still tastes like home."

Vivian Quinn strongly agreed. "I feel the same way."

She enjoyed cooking, enjoyed having the family sit down for dinner together, and enjoyed the feeling of them finishing every dish she made.

The weather outside was nice, so Vincent Wentworth took Elle out for a walk while Vivian Quinn went to the kitchen to prepare afternoon tea.

About half an hour later, the two of them returned.

Vincent Wentworth set Elle down. "Miss Quinn, I just took a call. I have something I need to take care of."

"Alright, take care."

After seeing Vincent Wentworth off, Vivian Quinn noticed that Elle looked a little unhappy. She asked, "What’s wrong? Are you sad to see your uncle go?"

"No," Elle said with a pout. "Uncle said I can live here, but I can’t be angry with Mommy at the same time."

Vivian Quinn’s heart ached as she stroked his head. "Elle, you need to forget those unhappy things, okay?"

Elle hugged her. "As long as I’m with Vivian, I’ll be happy."

’Her heart was practically melting from his cuteness. I don’t understand how Shirley Wentworth could bring herself to hit such an adorable child!’

"Then we’ll stay together forever."

"Pinky promise."

"Okay!"

...

With treatment, Elle’s condition gradually improved. He used to have episodes every few days, but the frequency was now slowly decreasing.

Vincent Wentworth often came to visit Elle, bringing him his favorite snacks.

At dinner that evening, Elle didn’t have much of an appetite.

"What’s wrong?" Ian Sterling asked curiously. "You’re usually so well-behaved at mealtimes. Why aren’t you eating properly today?"

Vivian Quinn glanced at the untouched food in Elle’s bowl. "He probably ate too many cookies this afternoon and is too full now. It’s okay. If you get hungry later tonight, I’ll make you a snack."

"Mhm." Elle put down his small spoon. "I’m going to go play now."

"Go ahead."

Elle had just gotten down from his chair and hadn’t taken two steps before he suddenly stopped.

Just as Vivian Quinn was about to ask what was wrong, Elle suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and collapsed!

"Elle!"

"Elle!"

Everyone was terrified. Vivian Quinn rushed forward to check his pulse, her face gradually turning pale. "Get the car ready! We’re going to the hospital!"

The car from Sycamore Bay sped toward the hospital. An ambulance also arrived and met them on the way, where they transferred Elle. He was immediately put on a ventilator!

Elle was rushed into the emergency room, and everyone waited outside.

"Sis, what happened to Elle? Why did he suddenly vomit blood?" Joy Chase asked worriedly. "You’ve been treating him lately, and his condition was clearly getting so much better."

"I don’t know what’s going on either." Vivian Quinn’s mind was a mess. "His pulse was very weak just now, and I have no idea why he suddenly coughed up blood."

"Sis, try not to worry. Elle is a lucky kid; he’ll be okay."

"Mhm." Vivian Quinn tried to calm herself and looked at Jett Sterling beside her. "Elle’s in the hospital. Should we notify the Wentworth Family?"

There was no expression on the handsome man’s face. "I’m afraid they’re already on their way."

"We didn’t notify them. How would they know?"

"The Wentworth Family is always watching the Sterling Family. They know about every little thing that happens."

Jett Sterling had barely finished speaking when they heard a commotion.

The elevator doors opened, and Vincent Wentworth and Shirley Wentworth rushed out.

"How is Elle?" Vincent Wentworth asked anxiously.

The next second, the sound of a sharp SLAP echoed!

Shirley Wentworth had slapped Vivian Quinn so hard that she lost her footing and fell to the ground!

A cold glint flashed in Jett Sterling’s eyes!

"Vivian!" Ian Sterling rushed to help Vivian Quinn up. "Are you okay?"

"I’m fine." Vivian Quinn clutched her left cheek, which was stinging to the point of numbness!

"Vivian Quinn, how could you take care of Elle like this!" Shirley Wentworth demanded furiously.

"Shirley, have you lost your mind?" Vincent Wentworth grabbed her wrist. "Putting aside the fact that this has nothing to do with Miss Quinn, even if it did, you can’t just hit people."

Shirley Wentworth’s chest heaved with anger. "Brother, how can you side with an outsider? Elle vomited blood! She’s undeniably to blame! If anything happens to Elle, I’ll kill her, and that would be getting off easy!"

"Miss Wentworth, the young master vomiting blood was an accident. What does that have to do with our madam?" Nanny Jenner said, her heart aching as she protectively stood in front of Vivian Quinn. "She loves the young master as if he were her own son, has poured all her heart and energy into caring for him, and has done far more than you ever have!"

"It’s useless for all of you to protect her. The fact is my son vomited blood and is in the emergency room!" Shirley Wentworth was unrelenting. "In short, if anything happens to my son today, I will absolutely not let her off!"

"That’s enough," Vincent Wentworth said sternly. "Elle is still in there. This is not the time for you to cause a scene. We can talk about whatever it is after Elle is safely out."

Shirley Wentworth covered her face and sobbed. "Nothing can happen to my son... or I won’t be able to go on living..."

Time ticked by, second by second. Each moment seemed to stretch into an eternity, an agony for everyone waiting outside the emergency room.

After a full two hours, the doors to the emergency room finally opened!