Flash Marriage: He Made My Jaw Drop

Chapter 9

Flash Marriage He Made My Jaw Drop

Thinking about how her mother had threatened suicide before her last blind date, Vivienne grew even

more frightened. When she arrived at the hospital, she asked the nurse’s desk where her mother was

being kept, and they told her that Mrs. Quinn was on the third floor.

She rushed upstairs, Damien following close behind. From NôvelDrama.Org.

Meanwhile, in her room on the third floor, Mrs. Quinn had just woken up. The doctor was there with the

test report. “It’s nothing serious, just hypoglycemia. You need to eat and rest regularly, and maybe

even keep some candy on you.”

Mrs. Quinn was doubtful. “Am I really just hypoglycemic?”

A few months ago, she’d been tested for cancer at the same hospital. Just now, she’d been

unconscious, and she’d thought it was the cancer taking its toll.

But the doctor sounded certain. “It really is just hypoglycemia, ma‘ am. Rest here for a while longer,

and we’ll discharge you soon.”

“Can’t you test me again to make sure it’s not something else?”

“Mom!” Vivienne burst into the room, her eyes bloodshot. “Mom, are you okay? Why did you faint for no

reason? Doctor, what’s wrong with my mom?”

“You’re family? She’s just hypoglycemic and overworked. Make sure she sleeps and eats on time, but

it’s not serious.”

Vivienne was relieved. She’d run through every single possibility in her mind on the way here, even if

there was only the slightest chance it was possible.

Mrs. Quinn still looked puzzled. “Doctor, I really don’t have any other problems? Three months ago, I

was tested for cancer at this same hospital.”

Vivienne paled at the mention of cancer and looked at the doctor.

“The test results say no other symptoms were found. But if you’re not sure, you can have another

comprehensive examination done.”

“Do it again,” Vivienne said quickly. It was better to be safe.

“Alright. You’ll have to pay the extra fees for it.” The doctor turned to his assistant. “Schedule another

test.”

Damien nodded to Vivienne. “Come with me. I’ll go pay the bill.”

She nodded in agreement, but she was uneasy at her mother being left alone. Usually, if her mother

was sick or had a headache, Vivienne would do all of the work herself–but this time, she had Damien to

help her.

The results came back soon. It had been determined that Mrs. Quinn really was only hypoglycemic and

didn’t have cancer. The hospital had administered the wrong test, and the results of that had said Mrs.

Quinn had cancer.

When Mrs. Quinn heard the news, she sat stunned for a moment, and then hugged Vivienne and

cried.

“I’m so sorry, Vivienne. I thought I was dying, so I made you go on all those dates, and you rushed off

and got married.” Still crying, Mrs. Quinn squeezed her daughter tight. “Why don’t you get divorced

now, and we’ll take our time to find someone who you really like and who really suits you?”

Vivienne looked at Damien awkwardly, standing off to the side.

She had only been married for a week, and her mother was asking her to divorce Damien? Then

Damien would have to get married a second time because of her…

Vivienne had no choice but to remind her where she was. “Mom, calm down. There are other people

here, you know.”

Mrs. Quinn looked up and finally noticed there was someone else standing in the room. “Vivienne, who

is this handsome man?”

Vivienne forced a smile. “This is your son–in–law, Damien.”

Mrs. Quinn was so surprised that she stopped crying.

“Mom,” Damien said gently.

Mrs. Quinn practically went weak at this, stuttering and shaking and smiling. “Y–you’re Damien! Oh,

good, good… You’re so handsome! These dating sites really are reliable sometimes!”

Embarrassed at her mother’s behavior, Vivienne turned away. The atmosphere was odd now.

Damien hid his smile, but he couldn’t keep the amused tilt from his brows. He’d never seen such an

interesting mother–daughter duo before. “Help Mom clean up, Vivienne. I’ll go pull the car around so

we can take her home–it’s probably more comfortable there than this hospital bed.”

That part, at least, was true–Mrs. Quinn didn’t need to be

hospitalized. She didn’t enjoy being in the hospital, either, and she noticed that Damien seemed busy.

She had been worried that Vivienne had married the wrong man, but this certainly didn’t seem too bad.

It all depended on his character. When he’d arrived at the hospital, he’d taken the initiative of paying

her medical fees, and

communicated with the doctor in detail before the test results had even come out. That made him a

good candidate in Mrs. Quinn’s eyes.