Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 92: I Want You to Leave Jett Sterling
Vivian Quinn pursed her lips. "Wendy Reeves contacted you. Did you agree to treat Jett Sterling?"
"Of course not. I told her my research isn’t finished yet, so I can’t treat him."
"Is that so?"
"Vivian, what do you think?"
Panic fluttered in Vivian Quinn’s chest, but she maintained her composure. "Of course I believe you."
Mason Landon was noncommittal. "It’s getting late. You should get some rest. Good night."
Vivian Quinn hung up, her heart in turmoil.
She didn’t want to let her thoughts stray in that direction. In her heart, Mason Landon wasn’t that kind of person. And yet, for some unknown reason, she still felt deeply uneasy.
「The next morning」
Vivian Quinn went straight to the hospital.
Mason Landon was sitting up in his hospital bed, eating breakfast. He glanced up at her and smiled. "Vivian, you’re here."
Vivian Quinn placed the fruit she was carrying on the coffee table. "How are you feeling today?"
"Much better. I could be discharged, honestly, but I decided to take it easy and stay a few more days." Mason Landon had a nurse clear away his breakfast tray. "Though I feel bad making you cover my medical expenses."
"You were injured saving me, so it’s only right that I pay for them." Vivian Quinn sat down in the chair beside the bed. "Mason, you have a way to save Jett, don’t you?"
"I knew you were coming here for him today, but you’re certainly in a hurry." Mason Landon’s smile never wavered. "Vivian, you haven’t even been in the room for two minutes."
"I’m sorry." Vivian Quinn didn’t know what else to say. "But I really do need to know."
Mason Landon began, his voice calm and unhurried. "The Sterling Family’s problems supposedly started with Jett’s great-grandfather. He fell gravely ill and died mysteriously in the prime of his life. With his grandfather, the situation was even worse. I imagine you’ve seen the effects in Jett himself—the headaches that torment him. It’s described as a pain like countless needles piercing the skull. A fate worse than death."
"The Sterling Family is wealthy beyond measure. They have all the money in the world for treatment, but the cause of the illness was never found. That’s why Jett’s grandfather also died before he turned thirty, making the disease seem even more bizarre. The Sterlings consulted every doctor they could and tried every possible solution, but there was no escape. Jett’s father suffered the same symptoms and met the same fate. And now, it’s Jett’s turn."
"That’s why I say, Vivian, that you and Jett are from different worlds. Falling in love with him will only bring you endless pain and suffering. Do you understand?"
Vivian Quinn’s fingertips trembled. "I won’t let him die. Medical science is much more advanced now. I *will* find a way to save him."
"Of course there’s a way." Mason Landon smiled. "Jett has an unparalleled medical team studying his illness. I’m sure they’ve already figured out how to extend his life. But the cost of doing so isn’t something an ordinary person could bear. A clean death might be preferable."
"You knew?"
"Looks like you know, too."
"I won’t let him use that method to prolong his life. Mason, you have a better way to treat him, don’t you?"
"Yes." Mason Landon didn’t mince words. "My grandfather and father spent their entire lives researching the disease that afflicts the Sterling Family. I wanted to fulfill their lifelong wish, so I’ve continued their research, and I’ve indeed had a breakthrough."
"Then tell me."
Mason Landon looked at her. "Vivian, why would you think I’d save him? Don’t forget, he’s my rival."
Vivian Quinn was taken aback. "Mason, I don’t see you as the kind of person who would refuse to treat Jett because of me."
"Vivian, don’t be so quick to put me on a pedestal. You don’t know me. How do you know I’m not that kind of person?" Mason Landon gave a faint smile. "I can only say this: if I agreed to help him, it would just prove you don’t mean that much to me."
"Mason, I..."
"Let me ask you," Mason Landon interrupted. "If I said my condition for treating Jett was that you leave him, would you do it?"
"Mason?" Vivian Quinn looked at him in confusion. "That’s not something I’d expect to hear from you. In my eyes, you’ve always been a perfect, honorable gentleman."
"Vivian, I told you, don’t put me on a pedestal. I’m no gentleman."
Vivian Quinn was rendered speechless. After a long silence, she finally said, "For me, Jett is willing to endure excruciating pain just to extend his life. He was willing to give up his own life to save me. I believe he loves me more than he loves himself. That’s why I also believe that he would never leave me just to survive. So, Mason, I can’t accept your terms. I will not be separated from him, not even in death."
Mason Landon closed his eyes, his gentle voice laced with self-mockery. "Vivian, he would die for you. But did I not risk my life for you, too?"
"I am grateful that you saved me. But Mason... I’m sorry."
"I understand." Mason Landon opened his eyes, the pain in them having vanished completely. "Vivian, thank you for your honesty."
Vivian Quinn stood up. "You should get some rest. I’m leaving."
"Vivian!" Mason Landon called after her. "I don’t want you to hate me, so I’m willing to share my research with you."
Vivian’s face lit up. "Really?"
"I wouldn’t lie to you. I’ll email the materials to you later. I hope they’re useful."
"Thank you, Mason. This is an incredible kindness. I’ll never forget it."
...
After leaving the hospital, Vivian Quinn headed to her classes at Aethelgard University.
"Vivian Quinn, where’ve you been?" Ian Sterling slid into the seat beside her. "Skipping Professor York’s morning class? You’ve got guts!"
"I was excused," Vivian Quinn replied coolly.
"What’s wrong with you? In a bad mood? Did you get in a fight with my uncle?"
"We’re fine." Vivian Quinn turned and looked at him coldly. "Ian Sterling, are you just counting down the days until Jett dies so you can take over the Sterling Family?"
Ian Sterling was dumbfounded. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I’m telling the truth. You know about his condition. You’ve just been waiting."
"So you found out?" Ian Sterling nodded. "I knew you’d suspect me of that. Positionally speaking, I should be hoping he dies. But personally, my uncle is my idol. I don’t want him to die."
"Is that so?" Vivian Quinn sneered. "I haven’t seen any sign of that. Aren’t you the one who always loves to stir the pot and watch the drama unfold?"
"Believe what you want. I don’t have to justify myself to you!"
"And I have no interest in hearing it."
"You..." Ian Sterling was so furious he couldn’t speak. He shot up from his seat and stormed off in a huff.
Her phone pinged. Vivian Quinn took it out and saw it was an email from Mason Landon.
Vivian Quinn scrolled through the email, reading it intently. ’This research report is genuinely useful,’ she thought, ’but the top priority is still to find my Master as quickly as possible. We need to research a cure for Jett’s illness together.’
「That evening」
As Vivian Quinn left the university, a Rolls-Royce was already waiting at the gate.
"Mrs. Sterling," Easton Rivers said, getting out to open her door. "I’m here to pick you up."
Vivian Quinn got into the car and, finding the back seat empty, asked, "Didn’t Jett say he was coming to get me? Where is he?"
"Mrs. Sterling, Master Sterling is busy, so I came in his place."
"That’s not right. He always picks me up, no matter how busy he is..." Vivian Quinn’s train of thought derailed as a sudden, terrible realization struck her. "Something’s happened to him, hasn’t it!"
