Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 64: Vivian, We Are Husband and Wife
Jett Sterling said slowly, "Vivian, you haven’t let me interfere in your business with the Quinn Family all this time, and I’ve respected that. But now you see how things are escalating. I know the innocent have nothing to hide, but sometimes, an innocent person can’t fend off such dirty tactics. So starting now, let me handle this, alright?"
Vivian Quinn hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"Why the sudden change of heart?" Jett Sterling was genuinely surprised. "I thought you’d refuse. I was all prepared to talk you into it."
Vivian Quinn smiled faintly. "I’m not that ungrateful. I know you’re good to me. Now that things have blown up like this, I don’t really care what happens to me, but I’m afraid of dragging you into it. After all, we’re husband and wife."
"This situation has to be resolved quickly. Otherwise, if my mother finds out, she’ll be furious, and I don’t want you to be caught in the middle."
Jett Sterling couldn’t resist placing a kiss on her brow. "You’re starting to sound more and more like the lady of the Sterling household. Thinking of the big picture."
Vivian Quinn’s cheeks flushed. "Stop talking nonsense!"
"I’m not."
"Oh, right. How is Yvonne Lawrence?"
"You feel sorry for her?"
Vivian Quinn shook her head gently. "It’s just... heavy. She was never good to me, but she’s still my biological mother. I never wished for her to die."
"She’s still in the ER. They said her injuries are serious. Whether or not she pulls through will be up to luck."
"Mm."
Jett Sterling pulled her into his arms. "Try not to think about anything. Just get a good night’s sleep."
"Okay."
...
The story became a trending topic and gained widespread attention. Around seven in the evening, Yvonne Lawrence’s surgery was finally complete.
She was lucky—they’d saved her life—but she had fallen into a deep coma. The doctor said all they could do was observe her; if she didn’t wake up, she would enter a vegetative state.
As soon as the news broke, it ignited the fury of netizens, and the online vitriol grew even more vicious.
However, Jett Sterling had taken Vivian Quinn’s phone, so she couldn’t see any of the hateful comments.
She took a shower and lay down in bed. Just as she turned off the lights, a sudden BANG came from the window!
"Ah!" Vivian Quinn cried out in alarm. Just as she started to get up and investigate, Jett Sterling pulled her into his arms.
"It’s okay. Someone will take care of it."
"It sounded like someone was smashing the glass."
"Mm-hmm."
"You know what that was?" Vivian Quinn asked, confused. "What on earth is happening?"
"There will always be extremists who get swept up in the public outrage. It’s a small matter."
It dawned on Vivian Quinn. "Are you saying that some extremist netizens found my address and came to smash the windows?"
"Mm-hmm."
Vivian Quinn felt a pang of guilt. "I’m so sorry. I’ve dragged you into this."
"Vivian, we’re husband and wife. There’s no such thing as ’dragging me into’ anything between us." Jett Sterling kissed her cheek. "Just give me a little time. I’ll take care of it."
"Okay," Vivian Quinn said, still worried. "Why don’t you go stay somewhere else for a few days? I’ll be fine here. If they have a problem, they can take it out on me."
"Do I seem like the kind of man who would abandon his wife?"
Vivian Quinn couldn’t help but smile. "Good point."
"Go to sleep."
"I can’t sleep..." Vivian Quinn sighed. "Do you think Yvonne Lawrence will wake up?"
"I don’t know if she’ll wake up. All I can say is that while this is a blow to the Quinn Family, it’s a boon for the Quinn Group. Barring any surprises, its stock price will soar tomorrow, and the company’s crisis will be effortlessly resolved."
Vivian Quinn frowned. "You think there’s a conspiracy behind this, don’t you?"
"Yvonne Lawrence was taken to the police station after arguing with you, and jumped off a building after she got home. That’s why the netizens are all saying you drove her to suicide. Now, you’re the villain of the Quinn Family, Silas Quinn wishes you were dead, and Rachel Quinn is, without a doubt, the sole heir to the Quinn Group."
"If it’s really like you say, and there’s no way Yvonne Lawrence jumped on her own... well, Rachel Quinn was home when it happened. Doesn’t that make everything obvious?"
Vivian Quinn was incredulous. "But Yvonne Lawrence doted on Rachel Quinn. Could she really bring herself to do something like that?"
"Vivian, never underestimate human nature. You’ve seen it for yourself—Rachel Quinn is the kind of person who has no bottom line when it comes to getting what she wants."
Vivian Quinn felt a chill run down her spine. ’If that’s true, then she’s... she’s absolutely terrifying...’
"Rachel Quinn is certainly clever, and ruthless enough to get things done."
Vivian Quinn pouted. "Sounds like Master Sterling is quite impressed with her."
"If she weren’t my wife’s enemy, I would indeed consider putting her to use."
Vivian Quinn was speechless.
"Alright, enough about her." Jett Sterling held her tighter. "Don’t think about anything. Just sleep."
"Okay."
...
Just as Jett Sterling had predicted, the Quinn Group’s stock price surged the next day, even surpassing its all-time peak.
Vivian Quinn was eating breakfast when she saw Nanny Jenner walk in through the kitchen’s back door looking rather odd. "Nanny Jenner, what’s wrong?" she asked.
"Young Madam, it’s nothing. Please, eat your breakfast."
Vivian Quinn got up and walked over, noticing her filthy hands. "What happened?"
"Someone threw red paint on the outer walls. I wanted to call the police, but Master Sterling wouldn’t let me. He said to let them do whatever they want, as long as no one gets inside to hurt you."
Vivian Quinn was also puzzled. "This is definitely something we could report to the police... but since Jett Sterling said that, he must have his own plan."
"Yes, Young Madam. Please, whatever you do, don’t go outside. They’ve hung up banners denouncing you."
"I know. The university just called and told me to lie low and stay away from campus for a while. I heard they were planning to expel me, but my advisor fought hard against it, so they’re letting me take a leave of absence instead."
Nanny Jenner was furious. "How can that school not have the sense to tell right from wrong!"
"That’s how terrifying public opinion can be. But it’s alright. I have faith in Jett Sterling."
That afternoon, Silas Quinn held a press conference and publicly announced he was disowning Vivian Quinn.
Vivian Quinn watched the live broadcast on her iPad. Rachel Quinn sat beside Silas Quinn, wearing subtle, "no-makeup" makeup, crying her heart out the entire time. She looked utterly heart-wrenching.
Silas Quinn then publicly announced he was transferring his 20% stake to Rachel Quinn. He even had a lawyer present to notarize the transfer and draw up a will on the spot, declaring that Rachel Quinn would inherit all of his assets.
Rachel Quinn looked utterly shocked. "Dad, you’re still young! It’s such bad luck to write a will. I won’t let you do this!"
Silas Quinn sighed. "Rachel, just look at your mother. You never know what life has in store. Besides, I want to spend more time taking care of her. From now on, the Quinn Group will be in your hands."
Tears streamed down Rachel Quinn’s face again. "If I could, I would trade my own life for Mom to wake up!"
"My good daughter. Just knowing you feel that way is enough."
The father and daughter wept in each other’s arms, moving all the reporters present, as well as the countless netizens watching online.
The live comments scrolling across the screen were split between pitying the Quinn father and daughter and denouncing Vivian Quinn. The insults were too vile to look at.
[Die, Vivian Quinn!]
[I heard she hooked up with some rich sugar daddy and is hiding out at his mansion now.]
[OMG I’m gonna puke. Can someone dox Vivian Quinn’s sugar daddy? We have to boycott him! We can’t let him take our money just to support a monster like Vivian Quinn!]
The door suddenly swung open, and Vivian Quinn hastily closed the live stream.
