Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 130: Breaking the Deadlock!

On stage, she leaned against Noah Grant’s chest, her cold face expressionless, her gaze indifferent, as if he didn’t exist.

Ian Kane’s molars clenched tight, his mind flooded with images of her after marriage: the urgency of buying stomach medicine, the nagging about quitting smoking, her silhouette in the kitchen making soup, her focused attention on tying his tie, her seriousness when choosing gifts... All scenes, vivid as yesterday.

In his ear, the clear sound echoed back to him when, after much coaxing, she shyly called him "husband" for the first time.

Maeve Holloway saw his demeanor slightly deteriorating, still not satisfied, and harshly rebuked again:

"Ian Kane! You stole Senior Grant’s credit, manufactured a car accident to deceive Vera into marriage! You obtained her through calculated efforts, yet you don’t cherish her! You’re a narcissistic maniac, mentally abusing her, even deliberately delaying her foot treatment!"

"Vera’s foot is her life! You only care about satisfying your possessive desires, when did you consider her feelings?"

"She gave up on you long ago! You did this to her! The court’s judgment is on the way now, if it wasn’t for your shameless persistence, you would be divorced by now, what right do you have to act like you’re on the moral high ground?"

"Hypocrite!"

Maeve Holloway didn’t expect to awaken Ian Kane from being such a severely disturbed bastard, she was only standing up for Vera Sheridan and Noah Grant, unable to let go of the anger for Vera’s past experiences in this marriage!

Maeve Holloway’s reprimands echoed throughout the expansive auditorium.

Ian Kane stood frozen in place, his mind blank, eyes bloodshot, staring fixedly at the embrace which stabbed his eyes painfully.

Noah Grant’s gaze calmly swept over the nearly frenzied figure in the audience, a light snort at his nose, then lowered his gaze to the person in his arms.

She had just finished dancing, with sweat dried, her body slightly chilly in the swift breeze of the central air conditioning.

He furrowed his brows lightly, slightly released his grip, deftly removed his suit jacket, draped it over her shoulders, wrapping her up, "It’s getting late, should we head back?"

Vera Sheridan regained her senses in his warm, dry body temperature, a slight smile on her lips, she murmured "Hmm".

Below the stage, Maeve Holloway’s heart warmed and felt reassured watching this scene.

Senior Grant was mature and stable, strong yet gentle, the key was he truly respected Vera, understood her dreams, supported her pursuits.

In contrast, Ian Kane was a selfish, bottomless pit!

She stepped forward and joined Noah Grant, supported Vera down from the stage.

Ian Kane suddenly regained clarity, his gaze locked onto Vera.

She was carefully descending the steps, a white brace on her right ankle, her cold pale face lowered, a few strands of hair gently swaying in the breeze.

A trace of long-lost, near-obsessive tenderness flashed through the man’s eyes, his Adam’s apple rolling.

But when his gaze touched the suit draped over her shoulders, and her hand tightly gripping Noah Grant’s arm, his heart twisted sharply.

He abruptly raised his eyes, his gaze piercing straight towards Noah Grant.

Filled with provocation and a naked warning: He still wanted Vera! He wouldn’t let go!

Noah Grant calmly met his gaze, fully aware, then raised his voice, echoing decisively:

"Ian Kane, the court hearing the day after tomorrow, I guarantee, you’ll attend!"

Ian Kane’s lips curved into a cold sneer.

The two men’s gaze collided in the air, the invisible smoke instantly permeating.

"Is that so." He spoke with disdain, not believing Noah Grant would disregard both his own and his family’s reputation to mutually destroy each other!

At last, he cast a deep look at Vera, then briskly turned and left.

...

After getting in the car, Vera Sheridan soon fell into a deep sleep leaning against Maeve Holloway’s shoulder.

Returning to Noah Grant’s riverside top-floor mansion, Maeve Holloway took care of Vera Sheridan, putting her to sleep in the guest room.

For the divorce case, a personal safety protection order was applied, making it equivalent to Vera Sheridan’s safe house.

After gently closing the bedroom door, Maeve Holloway turned and walked toward the entrance hall, immediately seeing Noah Grant had already changed into a meticulously tailored dark suit, standing tall, bending to fasten the cuff at his wrist.

The dim lighting in the entrance hall outlined his distinct side profile, adding a couple more layers to his steady gentlemanly demeanor.

"Senior, you’re going out this late?" Maeve Holloway was somewhat surprised, her gaze falling on the silver suitcase at his feet.

Noah Grant stood straight, showing her a warm and elegant smile, "Suddenly there’s something urgent, I must return to Veridia."

He then took out a pure white, high-quality envelope from the inner pocket of his suit, handed it to Maeve Holloway, "Maeve, please, when Vera wakes up tomorrow, give this to her."

On the front of the envelope, powerful and graceful cursive solemnly wrote: Vera Sheridan (Open with care).

Maeve Holloway received the envelope, subconsciously conjuring a romantic speculation in her mind: A love letter seven years late? 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

She nodded, her tone light and brisk, "Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered. I’ll stay and take care of her."

"Just what I was hoping for." Noah Grant nodded, offering an elegant smile, didn’t say more, swiftly pulled up the suitcase, his figure soon disappearing behind the door.

After getting in the car, he instructed the driver directly to the airport, then dialed a number to contact the head of the bodyguard team protecting Vera secretly, "Ensure Vera’s safety! If you lose track again, you’ll be the one to blame!" After a pause, he added, "Don’t interfere with her normal life."

"Keep a close eye on Ian Kane!" The command, firm and resolute.

...

The streets in the early morning were vacant and quiet.

Ian Kane drove alone, unable to dispel Maeve Holloway’s words from his mind, and the fact she went to the dance troupe tonight, not the chess club, not because of Noah Grant.

Passing by a 24-hour convenience store, he instinctively stopped the car.

Returning home, he stuffed the starch sausages and sour soup rice noodles, which Vera occasionally ate, inside the refrigerator.

His gaze unintentionally swept over the stovetop, those seasoning bottles she meticulously selected when she dragged him shopping at IKEA, the cast iron pot she asked him to buy whenever he went on business trips to Grestin, and the vase on the dining table...

All silently depicted the way she excitedly decorated the home during their honeymoon.

He directly walked upstairs, pushed open Vera’s former bedroom door, and heavily collapsed on the bed that still held her scent.

He grabbed her pillow, tightly clutched it to his chest, buried his entire face into it, almost greedily absorbing that faint, unique fragrance belonging exclusively to her.

And then, he fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

...

Ian Kane was awakened by the piercing ringtone of his phone.

The name "Jasper Crowe" flashed on the screen.

He immediately answered, his voice carrying the raspy tone of a hangover, yet exceptionally firm, "I was just about to find you, I still want Vera!"

She once loved him, that love must still be there!

The phone went silent for a moment, then Jasper Crowe’s low voice cursed, "You all... are fucking insane!"

Ian Kane ignored, his finger unconsciously rubbing Vera’s pigeon-egg wedding ring.

"The Norheim gas project, my share of the profits, I’ll give it all to you." The Crowe Family doesn’t wish to feud with The Grant Family, so he offers an incredible deal that The Crowe Family can’t refuse!

Jasper Crowe momentarily choked, then sneered, "For a woman, you’re willing to bankrupt yourself, huh!"

Ian Kane wasn’t annoyed, his voice even carried a tone of near-beseeching solemnity, "Brother Crowe, help me this time."

On the other end, Jasper Crowe slammed his desk, agitatedly stood up.

"Kane! I’m the one who calls you brother! Wake up! You still want Vera back?"

"Noah Grant, just a moment ago, he went to the judicial authorities and exposed all of his violations and illegal incidents, spilled everything!"

"Even if the Emperor comes now, you won’t be saved!"

Ian Kane’s face darkened, suddenly gripping the phone tightly, the cold metal casing nearly embedding into his palm.

Suddenly, he recalled Noah Grant’s words at the dance troupe.

For Vera Sheridan to successfully divorce, he’d voluntarily choose mutual destruction with him!