Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 124: Irrefutable Evidence, He Can’t Deny It
He only saw Noah. Noah stepped out from a large G-Class, walking towards them.
He flung his arm, casually throwing his suit jacket over his shoulder, and took long strides as he approached Noah who was walking from beside the G-Class.
With his chin slightly raised, he laughed sarcastically, "Barrister Grant, are you... terribly disappointed to see me still alive?"
Noah lifted his eyelids slightly, his eyes deep and somber, without responding.
Ian sneered, "If I died, wouldn’t that be too easy for you! As long as I, Ian Kane, still have a breath in me." His voice suddenly rose, his gaze seeming to pierce through the car door to see the person inside, "Don’t even think about being with her!"
Noah remained expressionless, casually lifted his wrist to glance at his expensive mechanical watch, "Is that so."
As he spoke, the piercing sound of police sirens approached from afar.
Several police cars with flashing red and blue lights sped over, screeching to a halt beside the rescue vehicle.
The car doors opened, and several uniformed officers swiftly got out. The leading officer swept his sharp gaze across the scene, finally landing accurately on Ian.
The officer marched forward with a serious expression, showing his badge, his voice firm and powerful:
"Mr. Ian Kane? We’re from the city bureau’s criminal police team. You’re suspected of ’kidnapping’ and ’intentional injury.’ Please come with us to the station for an investigation!"
The defiance and hostility on Ian’s face suddenly froze. He slowly turned his gaze towards the officer holding the badge, a hint of disbelief flashing deep in his eyes.
At this moment, the G-Class’s door suddenly opened. Vera Sheridan got out, wrapped in Noah’s suit, and under the glaring police lights, walked straight towards the officer, raising her hand to directly point at Ian, her voice clear and icy:
"I testify, it was he who kidnapped me." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
Ian’s gaze locked onto her intensely.
Vera glanced at him, then turned to the officer, her voice even colder: "And, intentional injury—"
Her voice paused slightly, deliberately and slowly twisting her right ankle, her gaze as sharp as an ice pick at Ian... Ian jerked his eyes up, meeting Vera’s ruthless face and the intense hatred in her eyes!
He had just escaped death, yet she showed no concern, instead calling the police to arrest him!
He clearly realized: if he had truly died tonight, she would not shed a single tear!
His gaze drifted down to her right ankle, his mouth tearing into a mocking grin—what she once saved and loved was nothing more than the "Ian Kane" he had faked to win her favor!
Suddenly, his mother’s words from the afternoon flashed through his mind.
He slightly raised his chin, gazing towards the starry sky, forcing back the ridiculous moisture at the corners of his eyes.
"Heh..."
Love? Ian Kane doesn’t need it! Especially not from someone crippled like her!
The next second, his rough tiger’s mouth firmly grasped Vera’s chin, his tongue pressing against his cheek, the corners of his mouth forcibly curving into a contemptuous smile, "Dear Mrs. Kane, what do you want to accuse me of?"
Vera’s jawbone was nearly crushed by his grip, frowning from the pain, meanwhile shocked by the terrifying hatred in his eyes.
Noah’s figure moved like lightning, quickly locking onto Ian’s wrist acupuncture point!
His iron-like fingers ground against the joints, forcing Ian’s fingers to painfully loosen.
In the next second, he had already shielded Vera behind him, his broad back separating Ian.
Vera, however, stepped forward, standing beside Noah, her cold eyes fixed on Ian, her voice bursting out with hatred: "Ian Kane! You bribed the doctor to deliberately say my foot injury couldn’t be healed! Made me a cripple for half a year! I accuse you of intentional injury!"
Before she finished, two hot tears rolled down.
Her fingertips etched deep marks into her palm.
A trace of astonishment flashed in Ian’s eyes, followed by a cold smile: "Mrs. Kane, delusional disorder acting up again?"
Noah’s eyes turned sharp, signaling the officers.
Two officers immediately stepped forward, showing their badges: "Mr. Ian Kane, you are being summoned for illegal detention and intentional injury. Please cooperate with the investigation!"
"Click!" The cold silver handcuffs instantly locked around Ian’s right wrist!
Ian stared at the chilling gleam on his wrist, his lips curling into an icy sneer.
Jasper Crowe strode over, an oppressive aura surrounding him.
He steadily nodded to the officers: "Thank you all, we will cooperate with the procedures."
Then, he suddenly leaned towards Ian, his tiger’s mouth clamping down on Ian’s un-cuffed left arm like an iron vise!
The force was so great that Ian groaned, his bones creaking.
He stared into Ian’s eyes, his voice pressed low, biting his words: "Did you really do it?!"
Ian turned his head, meeting his almost fiery gaze, his face expressionless, coldly spitting out those three words: "No evidence."
Jasper’s pupils violently shook! A torrent of rage, disappointment, and anguish surged straight to his head!
His jaw clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white from the pressure, his grip on Ian’s arm trembling slightly.
He could never have imagined that Vera’s six months of being crippled was entirely Ian’s doing.
This madman!
"What the hell are you aiming for?! If you go to jail... you—" Jasper gritted his teeth.
Ian’s gaze fell on Noah’s side, on the slender figure wrapped in that oversized male suit, "Listen, Crowe, I don’t want her anymore."
"When it comes to counterattacking, I will not hesitate anymore."
Jasper was momentarily at a loss.
The officers urged.
He turned to the officers, "Take him away first. The lawyer is on the way. As for later,"
He paused, his gaze sharply sweeping across the lead officer, "we will properly communicate following protocol."
Noah lifted his eyelids slightly, his gaze piercing toward Jasper Crowe.
His lips drew into a faint, emotionless curve, his voice not loud, yet clearly penetrating the mountain wind:
"Young Master Crowe, this ’proper communication’ might take some trouble. The price Ian Kane should pay—"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over Ian before fixing fiercely back on Jasper Crowe’s face, each word firm and resounding:
"None will be missing."
Jasper’s gaze instantly darkened, tightly staring at Noah.
The officers guided Ian towards the police car.
As he passed by Vera, his footsteps barely paused, his eyes skimming over her, unfocused, as if she were merely dust by the roadside.
Vera Sheridan watched Ian being taken away by the police, remembering his recent unrepentant demeanor, and her lips curled coldly.
The red and blue lights of the police car tore through the dense night, carrying Ian Kane away with a wail.
The mountain wind carried a bone-chilling coolness, blowing against her tear-streaked face.
Her taut nerves suddenly relaxed, and a tidal wave of exhaustion instantly overwhelmed her, causing her to sway slightly.
A warm hand steadily supported her swaying arm.
Noah Grant’s deep voice sounded by her side: "Get in the car."
He opened the back door of the G-wagon.
Following his words, Vera sat inside, and the coolness of the leather seat made her instinctively curl up.
Noah leaned into the car, swiftly adjusting the seatback to a comfortable angle.
"Lie down and sleep for a while," he said with an undeniable concern, under the dome light that revealed the deep fatigue between his brows and eyes, "we have to rush back to Ardendale tonight."
Only then did Vera suddenly remember—he had just flown back from Bernheim, a journey of over ten hours, jet-lagged, and had rushed up the mountain for her... Her heart suddenly ached, as if pricked by a fine needle.
"Senior," she said hoarsely, her gaze falling on the faint blue shadows under his eyes, "do you... want to rest for a while first? Or call for a substitute driver?"
Noah looked at her face, so close, barely perceptibly raising the corner of his lips, and said in a warm voice: "My driver is already on the way. I’ll drive for a while, you just sleep."
Vera murmured a low "mm," and closed her weary eyes.
...
The police car drove past the familiar fork in the road on the mountainside.
From the backseat, Ian Kane’s gaze penetrated the car window and saw that mansion.
The Glimmer Garden.
The vines he had personally planted on the courtyard wall were nowhere to be seen.
Ian clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking audibly.
The G-wagon smoothly passed the same intersection.
Vera seemed to sense something, suddenly opening her eyes, her gaze turning toward the window—
The luxurious cage named "The Glimmer Garden" stood silently in the night.
A clear ache came from her right ankle.
She averted her gaze, urgently looking out the other side of the car window, at the vast and free fields under the moonlight.
...
Silence filled the car.
Vera curled up in the reclined seat, eyes closed, but her eyelashes trembled restlessly.
Suddenly, a warm, dry hand gently covered her tightly clenched fist, digging into her palm.
Vera’s fingertips trembled, but she did not open her eyes.
Noah’s voice was low.
"Sleep, Vera."
"The doctor surnamed Wang whom he bribed, yesterday afternoon in Bernheim, personally confessed everything to me, signed the document, and recorded it."
The warmth of his palm transmitted through the skin.
"The evidence is irrefutable, he cannot deny it."
Upon hearing this, Vera resisted the urge to open her eyes, suppressing the urge to plunge into that warm embrace.
She was too afraid.
Afraid that this was another moment of emotion in a desperate situation, just like the "deep affection" Ian Kane once risked his life for, it might just be the entrance to another trap; more afraid that she couldn’t tell whether this heartbeat was dependency, gratitude, or... genuine attraction.
The cabin light was dim, with only the dashboard and occasional passing streetlights casting halos.
Vera curled up in the reclined passenger seat, wrapped in a blanket, sound asleep.
Noah’s gaze was unwaveringly locked on her, his mind full of fragments from the past seven years.
In the past seven years, he silently watched over her, quietly collecting her stage lights, and witnessing Ian Kane fervently pursuing her.
The car accident where he risked his life once made him feel ashamed, thinking it was an unreachable deep love.
The result was...
Noah came back to his senses, tucking the blanket around her, and closed his own sore eyes.
...
Awareness gradually returned.
Vera’s eyelashes fluttered a few times before she labored to lift her heavy eyelids.
What met her eyes were an unfamiliar ceiling and a simply designed ceiling light emitting a gentle glow.
The mattress beneath her was exceptionally soft and comfortable, and the quilt enveloping her was thin yet warm.
Her mind went blank for a moment.
Where was this?
Fragments of last night’s memory came rushing back... She remembered falling asleep in the car.
Propping herself up, the thin quilt slipped to her waist.
The coolness touched her skin, causing her to instinctively look down—
Her heart suddenly skipped a beat!
She was wearing a large men’s shirt.
The pure white fabric loosely wrapped around her.
The top button of the collar was undone, the second one open as well, revealing a small patch of delicate collarbone and neck, with the fabric on one shoulder even slightly sliding off, showing a smooth shoulder.
A fresh, stable scent of ebony wood, unmistakable and intrusive, wound its way into her nostrils.
It was Noah Grant’s scent.
