Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 212: The Murderer Appears

"Jett, that’s not actually my main concern," Vivian Quinn said. "I’m curious about how the killer knocked me out. I want to take a look at the crime scene."

"Okay, I’ll arrange it."

Vivian Quinn was no longer a suspect, so there was nothing stopping her from visiting the crime scene, though the police were required to be present.

Vivian Quinn and Jett Sterling followed the police to the villa and walked into the dining room where the crime had taken place.

"I’d like to ask, has all the food from that day been cleared away?"

"Our forensic examiner took samples from the food at the scene before it was cleared away. Otherwise, it would have decomposed and contaminated the crime scene environment."p>Vivian Quinn nodded. "I’d like to see the lab report on the food."

"Of course." The officer quickly pulled out his phone. "Here you go."

Vivian Quinn read it, her brow slightly furrowed.

"What’s wrong?" Jett Sterling asked. "Is there a problem?"

"Not yet. I need to confirm something," Vivian Quinn said, handing the phone back to the officer and beginning to inspect the scene.

It didn’t take long for her to find something. "There’s a problem with these flowers!"

"Miss Quinn, what’s the problem?"

"This bouquet on the dining table was sprayed with a floral preservative. This chemical is non-toxic, and a non-toxic substance was also detected in the orange juice I drank. But when the two mix, they become a knockout drug."

The officer was skeptical. "Is it really that incredible?"

"If you don’t believe me, we can run a test."

"Alright, we can verify it."

With the full cooperation of the police, the experiment proceeded smoothly.

The floral preservative was very common and could be purchased commercially.p>Something was also added to the orange juice, and a police officer conducted the test.

In a room at the police station, the officer drank half a glass of orange juice, leaned in to smell the flowers before him, and then his vision went dark as he collapsed onto the table!

Everyone was shocked!

"My deduction was correct. I was drinking slowly that day, plus I have a high tolerance, so I didn’t pass out as quickly," Vivian Quinn said. "Get him to the hospital. See if he has a headache when he wakes up."

The unconscious officer was quickly carried away. Another policeman said, "It looks like the killer went to great pains to frame you. Chairman Wentworth’s blood showed traces of a very common sedative."

Vivian Quinn nodded. "I studied medicine, so it’s plausible that I might carry a sedative. Plus, logically, if I hadn’t drugged him first, it would have been nearly impossible for me to kill him with a single stab, given our difference in strength. The killer’s thinking is truly meticulous."

"Today’s discovery is a significant help to our investigation. We appreciate your efforts, Miss Quinn."

"It’s the least I can do. I also hope the real killer is found soon, so the deceased can have justice."

...

「The Wentworth Residence.」

When Vincent Wentworth got home, Ruby Wentworth immediately went over to ask, "Vincent, how did it go? What did Jett tell you?"

"He didn’t say much." Vincent Wentworth remembered what Jett Sterling had said and didn’t tell her the details. "Has Third Grand-uncle gone home?"

"Yes. Third Grand-uncle thinks we don’t know how long this will drag on, so it’s best to lay your father to rest."

"Third Grand-uncle has a point. I can’t just leave Dad in a cold morgue indefinitely." Vincent Wentworth scrubbed his face. "I’ll make the arrangements and have someone pick a date for Dad’s funeral."

"Good." Ruby Wentworth patted his shoulder. "Vincent, you must be strong. You’re the pillar of the Wentworth family right now; you can’t afford to collapse."

"I know."

"With your father gone, the Wentworth Group is bound to face turmoil. Leo must take over as soon as possible."

Vincent Wentworth’s head throbbed. "Leo is mediocre and naturally irresponsible. He isn’t cut out for this kind of responsibility. Dad sent him to the overseas branch to try and train him, but he never really achieved anything."

"People can change. Leo may have been irresponsible before, but with Father gone, it’s time for him to grow up. The Wentworth Family only has you two sons. Since you’re in politics, Leo must take over the Wentworth Group. It’s his duty."

"I’ll talk to him."

"Good." Ruby Wentworth looked at him with sympathy. "You haven’t rested well these past few days. Go get some proper sleep. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself. Don’t give your father a reason to not rest in peace."

"I know."

Just as Vincent Wentworth was about to leave, Shirley Wentworth stormed over, demanding, "Brother, whose side are you on, the Wentworths’ or the Quinns’? Why do you keep helping Vivian Quinn!"

Vincent Wentworth’s expression turned cold. "I’m not in the mood to argue with you right now. We can talk about whatever it is later."

"Will later be soon enough?" Shirley Wentworth pressed on relentlessly. "You’re so focused on protecting Dad’s murderer. Aren’t you afraid he’ll be unable to rest in peace and come back to haunt you in the middle of the night!"

SLAP!

The crisp sound of a slap echoed as Shirley Wentworth’s head snapped to the side from the force of the blow.

Vincent Wentworth’s fingertips trembled, his emotions running high. "I wish Dad would come back to me. I could face him. Could you? Shirley, if it weren’t for that whole mess you caused, would Dad even be dead? You feel no remorse, no guilt, and yet you refuse to let go of Vivian Quinn. Do you really want to avenge Dad? No! You just want Vivian Quinn to die. You’re completely possessed, the epitome of selfishness!"

Shirley Wentworth clutched her face as tears streamed out. "I’m selfish? Vivian Quinn killed Dad, and I want her to pay with her life—that’s selfish? Brother, you’re the one who’s possessed!"

"I already told you very clearly! Our aunt and I looked into it. The Sterling family didn’t interfere with the investigation. The police have confirmed Vivian Quinn is not Dad’s killer, and that’s why they haven’t arrested her. Why can’t you get that through your head!"

"How did the police confirm it? Only Vivian Quinn’s fingerprints were on the murder weapon, and there was no third person at the scene. How did the police rule her out as a suspect!"

"Vivian Quinn provided strong evidence that cleared her of suspicion!"

"What evidence?" Shirley Wentworth was stunned. "Tell me what evidence! I don’t believe she’s innocent!"

"It pertains to an active investigation, so I can’t disclose it. Shirley, you listen to me. Dad is dead because of you. You’d better stay put and stop causing trouble, or I won’t go easy on you."

With that, Vincent Wentworth turned and walked away.

"Brother, explain yourself! There’s no way Vivian Quinn is innocent! I don’t believe it!"

Shirley Wentworth’s screams echoed throughout the enormous villa...

...

After Elle was discharged from the hospital, he returned to Sycamore Bay with Vivian Quinn.

His mood had stabilized considerably over the past two days, but he was still startled awake by nightmares at night.

Late at night, Jett Sterling was woken by a noise. He saw Vivian Quinn holding and comforting Elle.

Elle was nestled in her arms, his eyes closed and heavy with sleep, but he hadn’t drifted off completely.

"What happened?" The man roused himself. "Did he wake up crying again?"

"Yeah. I’ll make him some Calming Soup tomorrow. Not sleeping well at night is hard on the body."

Jett Sterling reached out and caressed her face. "I’ll take him. You get some sleep."

"I’m not tired."

The laptop on the nightstand suddenly let out a BEEP BEEP. Jett Sterling sat bolt upright, grabbing the computer and starting to work on it.

"What’s wrong?" Vivian Quinn asked, curious. "You rarely bring your laptop into the bedroom. Is it something urgent?"

Jett Sterling’s lips curved into a smirk. "The killer has surfaced."