Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 205: She’s Faking It

Vivian Quinn asked curiously, "Where are we going?"

"You’ll see when we get there."

The driver took them to a building in a bustling downtown area. The two of them took the elevator upstairs, and on the top-floor, open-air restaurant, Vivian spotted Elle at a glance.

"Elle!"

"Vivian!"

The two of them ran toward each other and embraced.

"What are you doing here?"

"My uncle brought me!"

Vivian looked up and saw Vincent Wentworth standing not far away.

She knew without having to guess that Jett Sterling had arranged it.

"Come on, let me check on you."

Vivian took Elle’s pulse. "Much better than the last couple of days. It looks like you’ve been a good boy, getting your shots, eating your meals, and sleeping well."

"Vivian, I’ve been very good."

"Good."

Vincent Wentworth walked over and said, "You must all be hungry. Let’s eat first."

"Okay."

Jett Sterling had booked the entire restaurant. The four of them enjoyed a leisurely dinner in a very pleasant atmosphere.

"Uncle, can I see Vivian again tomorrow?" Elle asked expectantly.

Vincent Wentworth smiled. "I can’t promise that, but I’ll do my best to make it happen for you."

"You’re the best, Uncle! I know you can do it!" Elle said, flattering him.

"This kid... he’s a clever one. Putting me on a pedestal like that, now I have no choice but to do my best."

Vivian chuckled. "Our Elle is the cutest."

After dinner, Vivian took Elle aside to play while the two men continued drinking.

"Jett," Vincent Wentworth began, getting straight to the point. "May I know what you’re planning right now?"

"What are you referring to?"

"It’s obvious that Miss Quinn can’t bear to be parted from Elle, yet you haven’t forcibly taken him back. That’s strange." Vincent Wentworth looked at him. "Also, others might not know you, but I do. You could never forget that slap Shirley gave Miss Quinn that day."

"You don’t hit women, so you didn’t retaliate against Shirley on the spot. But you would definitely pay her back twofold. So right now, even though everything seems calm, this is just the calm before the storm."

Jett Sterling took a light sip of red wine, his handsome face expressionless. "If you weren’t a Wentworth and I weren’t a Sterling, we could have truly been confidants."

Vincent Wentworth smiled. "Indeed."

"It’s true I wouldn’t stoop to hitting a woman, but Shirley has bullied Vivian repeatedly, and I will not tolerate it." Jett Sterling looked up at him. "Also, did you think that just because there’s no evidence, I wouldn’t know it was Shirley who poisoned Elle?"

Vincent Wentworth’s hand, holding the wine glass, froze.

Jett Sterling sneered. "It seems you already knew."

"Jett, I’m sorry."

"You know me, and I know you. You would never stoop to harming a three-year-old child, so you weren’t involved in the poisoning. Shirley used you." Jett Sterling watched the two of them playing happily in the distance. "You won’t be able to protect Shirley. For the sake of you bringing Elle out today and making Vivian so happy, I’m advising you not to even try. Don’t get caught in the crossfire."

"Jett, listen to me," Vincent Wentworth began. "Shirley was indeed out of line, but she didn’t do it on purpose. She’s like a different person from who she used to be. It’s because she’s suffering from severe depression and anxiety, which is why her behavior has become so extreme."

"Depression..." Jett Sterling laughed out loud. "You think I’d believe someone like Shirley could have depression?"

"Jett, you think she’s faking it?"

"I don’t have the patience to guess whether she’s faking it or not. I don’t care if she has depression or even if she were diagnosed with a terminal illness today—she is not allowed to harm my wife."

Vincent Wentworth frowned. "You’re this angry not because Elle was poisoned, but because Shirley slapped Miss Quinn?"

"Elle is the child Vivian loves."

Vincent Wentworth’s frown deepened. "So your affection for Elle is really an extension of your affection for Miss Quinn?"

"You could put it that way."

Vincent Wentworth sighed. "Jett, I’ve known you since we were kids, and you’ve never been this way about a woman. All I can say is, protect Miss Quinn well. The more you love her, the more danger she’ll be in."

"I know what I’m doing."

...

Jett Sterling’s suppression of the Wentworth Family quickly went from covert to overt. Overnight, the Wentworths found themselves besieged on all sides.

SMACK!

In the study, Mr. Wentworth viciously slapped Shirley across the face. "Who told you to provoke Jett Sterling!"

Shirley was knocked to the ground by the blow, her head ringing. "Dad, you hit me? You’ve never laid a finger on me!"

"I haven’t, but right now, you deserve it!" Mr. Wentworth was furious. "You can provoke anyone in this world, but not Jett Sterling! Everyone in high society knows how much he dotes on his wife. And what do you do? You actually dare to hit her! Is your life too comfortable for you? Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"

"Dad, how can you say that to me? What’s wrong with being worried about Elle!"

"You dare talk back to me?"

Mr. Wentworth raised his hand again, but this time Ruby Wentworth stopped him. "Brother, stop. Even if you beat her to death now, it won’t help matters."

Mr. Wentworth angrily lowered his hand. "She’s going to be the death of me! She was the number one socialite, so how could she become so brainless? All she can think about is marrying a man who’s already married!"

Ruby Wentworth offered a small smile. "Matters of the heart are beyond one’s control. Shirley must not be able to go against her own feelings."

Shirley burst into tears. "Auntie is the only one who understands me."

"You have the nerve to say that!" Mr. Wentworth’s face was ashen with rage. "Jett Sterling has already given his ultimatum: the Wentworth Family is to return the child to him, safe and sound. Otherwise, he’ll drive our family into bankruptcy. Shirley, look what you’ve done!"

"I can’t lose Elle!" Shirley scrambled to her feet, agitated. "Elle is my child! He can go live at Sycamore Bay, but only on the condition that I go with him!"

"Are you still daydreaming?" Mr. Wentworth clutched his chest. "Are you determined to kill me with your anger before you stop? Last time, it was your aunt who came back and cashed in a favor to save the Wentworth Family. Even I don’t dare to dream of you marrying into the Sterling Family anymore, so what gives you the right to?!"

Ruby Wentworth said, "Shirley, you were indeed too impulsive. Elle being poisoned at Sycamore Bay originally gave us the moral high ground to demand the child back. But how could you lay a hand on Vivian Quinn? You stepped on Jett’s biggest landmine."

"Auntie, my son was in the emergency room, his life hanging in the balance! What’s wrong with me slapping Vivian Quinn once? The fact that I didn’t kill her was me being polite."

"If you still have this attitude, then you’re truly a lost cause." Ruby Wentworth shook her head. "I can only cash in that favor once. The fact that he even let me do it that one time was Jett showing me respect."

"Shirley, do you not understand the Wentworth Family’s current situation?" Mr. Wentworth said, exasperated with her. "Then let me tell you: the Wentworth Family is a step below the Sterling Family now. With Jett Sterling’s status today, he doesn’t need to give anyone face. In just a few days, he has easily grabbed the Wentworth Family by the throat. So this time, you must send Elle back to him!"