Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 77: I’m Sleeping in a Separate Bed

"Shhh..." Rachel Quinn put a finger to her lips. "Vivian, I know you’re worried about the child, but don’t be impatient. Just do as I say, and of course, I’ll tell you."

Vivian Quinn turned and went into the classroom. That afternoon, she skipped class and went to the hospital.

The moment she entered the hospital room, Silas Quinn grabbed a nearby bottle of mineral water and threw it at her. "You have the nerve to show your face here!"

Vivian Quinn dodged to the side, and the bottle missed her.

Yvonne Lawrence was in a coma, an oxygen mask covering her face. Only the beeping of the monitor proved she was still alive.

"You disgraceful daughter! You harmed your mother until she ended up like this, and you still dare to come here? Get the hell out!"

Silas Quinn’s curses pulled Vivian Quinn back to the present.

She closed the door to the room and walked forward. "You heard the recording. Do you really think she would jump off a building just because she couldn’t get a billion? Instead of investigating the people who were home that day, you’re here cursing me. She won’t be able to rest in peace even in death."

"How dare you curse your mother to die?" Silas Quinn’s face turned livid with rage. "No, wait. I’ve already disowned you. She’s not your mother anymore!"

"I didn’t come here to reconcile. I just came to ask what exactly happened during the year I can’t remember!"

"So that’s why you’re here."

"You know everything, don’t you?" Vivian Quinn stared at him in disbelief. "I’m your own daughter. Did you just stand by and watch as Rachel Quinn gave me to a strange man, let me get pregnant, and have his child?"

"Stop slinging mud at Rachel! You were the one who drank too much, went into the wrong room, and slept with a man. Not only that, you got pregnant with a bastard! If Rachel hadn’t come up with a plan to cover it up, you would have completely disgraced the Quinn Family long ago!"

"Impossible!" Vivian Quinn couldn’t stop trembling. "I would never drink carelessly, much less get drunk and go into the wrong room! It was Rachel Quinn! She planned all of it!"

"Go on, keep framing Rachel. It’s become a habit for you anyway. Vivian Quinn, let me tell you, the facts are the facts!"

Vivian Quinn closed her eyes. "Who was that man?"

"I don’t know who he was. By the time we arrived, you were the only one in the bed."

"Then what about the child?!"

"Rachel told me you somehow managed to get involved with the Sterling Family. How could damaged goods like you ever be worthy of them? That’s why you have to get a divorce. Otherwise, the Sterling Family might take their anger out on our Quinn Family!"

Vivian Quinn let out a cold laugh. "It looks like you and Rachel Quinn have gotten your stories straight. Fine. Keep pushing me. Just don’t regret it."

Vivian Quinn had just stepped out of the hospital when she received a call from Rachel Quinn.

"Vivian, I knew you’d go looking for Dad. But I’m afraid you were disappointed. I’m the one in charge of the Quinn Family now."

"Rachel Quinn, don’t test my patience. I have nothing left to lose. I don’t mind taking you down with me!"

"Vivian, you’re far too impatient. That just won’t do." Rachel Quinn chuckled lightly. "Let me put it this way: I’m the only person in this world who knows where that child is. If you decide to take me down with you, you’ll never see your child for the rest of your life."

Vivian Quinn’s tightly clenched fists slowly relaxed. "Fine. Just you wait."

"That’s more like it."

...

That evening, Vivian Quinn returned to Sycamore Bay right after school, only to find Jett Sterling sitting at the dining table.

Vivian Quinn stopped in her tracks. After a long moment, she walked forward and said, "You’re back just in time. You saw the divorce papers, right? Let’s go to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow and get our divorce certificate."

The man’s jaw tightened, his handsome face dark as a storm cloud. He said coldly, "I came back to tell you that I won’t sign them, and I certainly won’t get a divorce. Vivian Quinn, it doesn’t matter if you don’t love me. For the rest of your life, you can only be my, Jett Sterling’s, wife. I will never let you go!"

A sharp pain pierced Vivian Quinn’s heart. "Jett Sterling, why must you torture yourself?"

"So you’re allowed to torture me, but I can’t torture myself?" The man turned to look at her, his gaze stubborn. "Vivian, let’s just torture each other like this. For a lifetime."

Vivian Quinn closed her eyes as a tear slid down her cheek. "So you’ll never let me go, is that it?"

Jett Sterling fought back the ache in his heart. The more it hurt, the colder his voice became. "That’s right. I will never let you take a single step out of here. You’d better give up that idea. Otherwise, I will make you regret it!"

Vivian Quinn turned and went upstairs. She couldn’t keep going back and forth with Jett Sterling like this. She was afraid. Afraid that the walls she had worked so hard to build around her heart to keep him out would crumble. Even more, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to protect even the last shred of her dignity!

When a knock sounded at the door, Vivian Quinn finally, with difficulty, came back to her senses, realizing she was in complete darkness.

She turned on the light and got up to open the door.

"Young Madam." Nanny Jenner stood outside the door holding a tray. "You didn’t have dinner. Your body will give out. Please, eat something."

"Thank you." Vivian Quinn had no appetite, but she still forced herself to swallow some food.

A significant commotion sounded from outside the door. Vivian Quinn turned her head. "What’s that noise?"

"The Young Master is having another episode. The doctor has arrived."

Vivian Quinn’s fingertips trembled. She shot to her feet, took two steps, and then stopped again.

"Young Madam, aren’t you going to go see him?"

Vivian Quinn sat back down, picked up her chopsticks, and continued eating. "He has so many doctors around him. He’ll be fine."

After she finished eating, she curled up on the sofa and stared into space for a long time before getting up to wash up in the bathroom.

Coming out of the bathroom, Vivian Quinn froze.

A wheelchair was placed by the bed. Jett Sterling was already lying on the bed, his eyes closed. It was impossible to tell if he was asleep or awake.

Vivian Quinn took a deep breath, walked over, and asked, "How are you feeling?"

The man’s thin lips parted, his voice icy. "I didn’t die. Are you very disappointed?"

Vivian Quinn’s hand clutched the hem of her pajamas. "I wasn’t thinking that..."

"It doesn’t matter what you were thinking. As long as I’m not dead, you can forget about a divorce."

Vivian Quinn stood stunned for a moment, then turned, went to the walk-in closet, and grabbed a blanket before lying down on the sofa.

Jett Sterling slowly opened his eyes, turned his head to look at her, and frowned. "Vivian Quinn, what do you think you’re doing!"

"Can’t you tell? I’m not sleeping in the same bed as you."

Instead of getting angry, the man laughed. "What, do you find me so disgusting you’re not even willing to share a bed with me anymore?"

Vivian Quinn closed her eyes and didn’t answer.

"Vivian Quinn, I’m talking to you!" Jett Sterling raised his voice. "Are you so disgusted with me now that you won’t even speak to me?"

Vivian Quinn felt her heart had gone numb with pain. She turned over, her back facing him. "I’m tired, Jett Sterling. If you insist on fighting, I can just leave the room."

"You dare threaten me?" Jett Sterling’s hand slowly clenched the blanket, his expression so grim that the very temperature in the air seemed to plummet. "Just you try taking one step out of this room!"