Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 21: You Hold Me Instead

Vivian Quinn: "..."

’Is it going to kill you to just say my name? Does he really need to emphasize it like that?’

"What is it?"

"It’s already dark. Aren’t you planning on coming home?"

"I’m not coming back tonight. My sister is sick and hasn’t woken up, so I want to stay at the hospital with her."

"Mrs. Sterling, I’m injured too, and I need you with me."

Vivian Quinn: "..."

"Your injury has stabilized, but my sister is in critical condition."

"You’re not a doctor, so there’s not much point in you standing watch. If you’d like, I can arrange for a doctor to stay with her, but you must come home."

Vivian Quinn: "..."

"Why are you so domineering?"

"I just don’t want Mrs. Sterling to develop the bad habit of staying out all night."

"...Fine, fine, fine. I’m coming back now."

After Vivian Quinn hung up, the caregiver looking after Joy Chase spoke up. "Miss Quinn, you go take care of your business. I’ll watch things here. I’ll call you if anything happens."

"Okay. Thank you for your trouble."

"It’s no trouble."

Vivian Quinn got into a taxi and stared blankly at the nightscape outside the window.

’Speaking of which, I still know absolutely nothing about my husband’s identity and background.’

’He lives on a private island that costs a fortune, and the people at The Platinum Hall even drove out the Grant Family for him. His identity must be anything but simple!’

Vivian Quinn took out her phone and typed Jett Sterling’s name into a popular search engine.

But the results came up empty. Not a single piece of information could be found.

’I thought Jett Sterling was the CEO of some corporation. Was I wrong?’

’Still, there were two possibilities for not finding anything on a search engine: either he was a complete nobody, or his background was far too powerful.’

Vivian Quinn didn’t dwell on it. For better or for worse, she would accept Jett Sterling even if he were a beggar.

...

When she returned home, Jett Sterling was leaning against the headboard while a doctor prepared to change his dressing.

"You may leave. Let my wife change it for me," the man instructed.

"Yes, sir." The doctor bowed respectfully and left.

"You called me all the way back just to change your dressing?" Vivian Quinn walked over. "You have a perfectly good doctor right here, but you insist on me doing it?"

Despite her complaints, she was already unwrapping the bandages on his head.

Jett Sterling said, "I don’t like other people touching me."

"Then why don’t you change the dressing yourself?"

The man looked at her. "You’re not ’other people.’ You’re Mrs. Sterling. You’re the person I’m closest to in this world."

Vivian Quinn’s lips twitched. "Jett Sterling, do you just get an itch you can’t scratch if you don’t emphasize my ’status’ for a single day?"

"You could put it that way."

Vivian Quinn didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. "I think you’re really asking for it."

"Just be gentle with me, my dear wife."

Vivian Quinn suppressed a smile and finished changing his dressing. "There. I’m going to take a shower."

The man’s gaze darkened. "I’ll wait for you."

Vivian Quinn: "..."

"Jett Sterling, I’m starting to think your mind is filled with nothing but filth."

"I was talking about simply sleeping. Where did your mind go?" the man said with a straight face. "Mrs. Sterling, don’t let your imagination run wild."

Vivian Quinn: "..." ???

’This man is unbelievable!’

"I can’t be bothered with you."

Vivian Quinn took a quick shower in the bathroom. The moment she lay down, the man beside her wrapped his arms around her.

"Jett Sterling, you have an injury on your head. Don’t move around so much."

"Then I won’t move. How about you hold me instead?"

"...Will you not be able to sleep if I don’t hold you?"

"Yes."

"...Then how did you survive the last twenty-something years?"

The man let out a low chuckle. "By enduring, while I waited for you to appear."

A warm feeling spread through Vivian Quinn’s heart. "Mr. Sterling, you’re quite the smooth talker."

Jett Sterling held her tighter. "Thank you for the compliment, my dear wife."

"I told you not to move so much." Worried about his injury, Vivian Quinn helped him lie down properly.

"Then you hold me."

Resigned, Vivian Quinn could only turn on her side and wrap her arms around him. "Is this okay?"

"Mhm. Go to sleep."

Vivian Quinn was feeling drowsy, and after closing her eyes, she quickly fell asleep.

...

Early the next morning, Vivian Quinn received a call from the caregiver. "Miss Quinn, Joy is awake."

"That’s wonderful. I was just about to head over."

When Vivian Quinn arrived at the hospital, the caregiver was feeding Joy congee.

"Sis..." Joy Chase forced a smile, her voice weak. "You’re here."

Vivian Quinn’s heart ached as she stroked her sister’s face. "How are you feeling today?"

"Pretty good. Sis, I want to tell you something."

"Go ahead."

"I want to be discharged from the hospital. The air is better back home. Maybe if I go home to recuperate, I’ll get better."

A sharp pain stabbed at Vivian Quinn’s heart. "Did you overhear something?"

The caregiver explained, "Someone came first thing this morning to press for payment."

Vivian Quinn grasped Joy Chase’s hand. "Don’t you worry about the money. I’ll figure something out. Your job is to focus on getting better."

"Sis, I don’t want to be a burden to you."

"You’re not a burden to me. You never have been. Joy, if you say that again, I’m going to get angry."

"But..."

"No buts," Vivian Quinn interrupted. "It was my fault for being a poor judge of character before, and I didn’t leave us any way out. But I’m clear-headed now. From now on, no one can scheme against us. Joy, I will definitely find a cure for you."

Tears were already streaming down Joy Chase’s face. "Sis, I’m sorry..."

"Don’t say things like that." Vivian Quinn gave a brilliant smile. "When you get better, we’re going to travel the world together."

"Mhm."

"Miss Quinn," a nurse said, walking in. "Someone just paid two hundred thousand in fees for you. You don’t have to worry for the time being."

Vivian Quinn was surprised. "Who paid it for me?"

"I’m not sure about that. They just said it was for Joy Chase."

Joy Chase was even more curious. "Sis, who on earth would help us like this?"

"Don’t you worry about it. I’ll find out who it was and pay them back."

"Okay."

Vivian Quinn took a phone call and quickly left the hospital.

The moment she left, the nurses’ station received a new message: "Someone just paid another one million in fees for Joy Chase!"

"That much? Which big shot paid for it?!"

"I don’t know. The hospital director paid it on their behalf. Seems like they’re someone important..."

...

Vivian Quinn hurried back to the villa. As she reached the door to the master bedroom, she heard Jett Sterling’s agonized groans from inside. "Ah... Get out! All of you, get out!"

Vivian Quinn rushed inside. "What’s wrong?"

Easton Rivers and two doctors stood at the foot of the bed, completely at a loss.

"Mrs. Sterling, Master Sterling is having an episode. We wanted the doctors to give him a sedative, but you instructed us not to."

Vivian Quinn sat down by the bed and held Jett Sterling’s head to keep him from thrashing around. "Just endure it for a moment."

The man’s eyes were bloodshot, his head covered in sweat. "Vivian, it hurts..."

Her heart felt like it was being twisted by a knife. "I know, I know!"

Easton Rivers quickly handed her the silver needles. "Mrs. Sterling, please perform the acupuncture on Master Sterling."

Vivian Quinn picked up a needle, hesitated for a moment, but instead of inserting it into the man’s head, she leaned down and pressed her lips to his...