Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 137: No Will to Live

Stoic.

His Adam’s apple visibly moved, but he kept up that nonchalant façade on his face.

Nathan Grant only recently figured out the implications.

Back when Vera stayed at their grandmother’s old house, he would casually tug the little girl’s ponytail or tease her with a few words, and his second brother would always find an excuse to send him away.

"She, over there..." Nathan’s tone changed abruptly, becoming serious.

Noah Grant suddenly looked up at him, the veins on the back of his hand tensed, and his breath held: "What happened to her?" Although his voice was low, it carried an urgent force.

Nathan was taken aback by his brother’s sudden tone and tense demeanor.

"Did Ian Kane’s people make a move on her?" Noah pressed on, his voice laced with deep anger, immediately thinking of the ruthless Justin under Ian Kane’s command.

In the past, a pervert had publicly insulted Vera for being a cripple, and later, that person ended up with a broken leg.

There was also a thug who harassed Vera... the case was personally supervised by Noah, and later, that man was ruined in prison.

Seeing his brother about to explode, Nathan’s heart skipped, realizing the joke had gone too far, he quickly said, "Little Vera, she’s fine! Doing well! She’s been arranged nicely by Professor Donovan! The rehab environment is top-notch, and she’s much more spirited!"

Noah’s action suddenly halted, his deep eyes fixed firmly on Nathan, giving him a fierce look.

Nathan felt a chill down his spine from the stare, instinctively shrinking his neck.

"Brother..." He paused, looking at Noah’s tense profile, "You’ve fallen... really deep."

So deep that he does the impossible knowingly.

Couldn’t help but kiss Vera; used his influence to send the thug who harassed her with a criminal record to prison; knowing she forged the signature to sell The Glimmer Garden was wrong, yet he acquiesced by purchasing it; even... almost indirectly caused Ian Kane’s near death by falling off a cliff.

Noah’s eyes flickered, his jawline tightened, but he tried to maintain a calm tone, "Did you bring cigarettes?"

Nathan didn’t smoke, but he kept two packs of the Golden Leaf that his brother was used to.

He silently took them out and handed them over, "Here, two packs, enough for you to smoke for a week."

Noah accepted the cigarettes, rolling the hard pack between his fingers without saying a word.

Nathan looked at his brother’s lowered eyes, speaking softly, "The old man has spoken, in a week, you must come out."

"Brother, I’ve carefully reviewed your matters, they skirt the line but leave no solid evidence, legally they would only be considered grey areas."

Noah’s eyelids sharply tightened, his fingers turning white at the joints as he held the cigarette pack, his voice cold and hard, "I told you, not to let the family get involved."

"Brother." Nathan dropped his playful attitude, speaking seriously, "Your stubbornness is just like the old man’s!"

"But when you say not to intervene, how could the family truly ignore it?" Nathan looked him squarely in the eye, "Dad’s position is sensitive, The Grant Family has many rules, you know all this.

But to them, their son is more important than rules, more important than face! After Dad scolded you, he used his connections, and Mom is constantly worried in the hospital. They intervene not for The Grant Family’s reputation, but because parents can’t watch their son suffer! Do you really not understand this?"

Nathan watched his brother’s tightly set jawline, his tone gentle, "Last time, that box of rice cakes, just seeing the brand, Mom was sure it was you who bought it.

She told Auntie Warren, ’Only Noah remembers that I loved this old taste when I was young. When he was little, he’d queue for an hour just to buy the first batch fresh out of the oven. That boy, he might not say much, but he’s more considerate than anyone...’"

Noah suddenly glared at him, finding the words terribly mushy, but his Adam’s apple moved uncontrollably, "Nathan Grant, why are you being so sappy now?"

Noah’s teasing was not without reason.

As the youngest in the family, Nathan was different from his two older brothers since childhood.

When Rosalind Morgan was pregnant with him, ultrasounds indicated a girl, and the whole family eagerly waited, only for a boy to arrive.

Yet this didn’t stop him from becoming the family’s little joy, sweet-mouthed, keen on coordination, valuing family togetherness above all.

Noah left for seven years, and now, finally back, he was deeply mired.

Nathan saw this as a perfect opportunity to mend the rift between his brother and the family.

He energetically became the messenger, working to bridge both sides.

His enthusiasm was fueled by a deep understanding of their parents’ concern for Noah; their father being a tough talker with a soft heart, their mother stubbornly believing only the finest girl was worthy of her outstanding son.

Noah took a couple of drags on the cigarette, exhaling slowly, his gaze averted, "You’ve seen the conditions here, it’s decent." He paused, letting the ashes silently fall from his fingertips, "Tell them not to worry... about me."

Nathan pursed his lips, rolling his eyes, not saying anything further, "Alright, I know. Brother, you... take care."

He stood up to leave, then paused at the door, as if recalling something, he turned back and added, "Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of little Vera."

The words "little Vera" were like sparks, instantly igniting the air!

Noah sharply raised his head, his eyes fixed straight on Nathan’s face.

Nathan knew that look all too well!

Back then, just wanting to pinch little Vera’s cheek had gotten him thrown out of the yard by his brother holding the scruff of his neck!

"Alright alright! Sister-in-law!" Nathan’s survival instincts kicked in, blurting out, his voice pitched higher, "I’ll definitely take good care of the sister-in-law! No worries at all! Brother trust me!"

He retreated rapidly, calling out "sister-in-law" loudly and clearly.

Noah’s tense expression finally eased somewhat.

...

Nathan had just walked out of the visitation building when he looked up to see Jasper Crowe striding briskly from the direction of the office building.

His brows were furrowed, thin lips pressed tightly, a layer of coldness seemed to cover his handsome face, even the summer heat couldn’t dispel the chilling aura surrounding him.

"Brother Crowe!" Nathan donned his signature sunny smile, quickening his pace to meet him, "What a coincidence, here on business?"

Jasper’s steps faltered slightly, seeing it was Nathan, he forced his emotions back down.

"Nathan." His gaze swept past Nathan to the visitation building behind him, understanding without needing to exchange pleasantries, "You saw your brother?"

"Just came out." Nathan nodded, keenly aware of Jasper’s unusual heaviness.

There was only one person who could incense this man so much, and that was none other than the one in Ardendale.

He didn’t ask further, keeping his bright smile, "Brother Crowe, you get on with your business, I’ll be off."

Jasper nodded, a curt "Mm" rolling out from his throat, his feet never slowing as he headed for the black Maybach parked under an acacia tree.

Once seated inside the car, he undid two buttons of his shirt, with a phone pressed to his ear, listening to the anxious voice on the other end:

"Mr. Crowe, President Kane’s chronic gastric bleeding, he’s refusing medication, won’t even see his lawyer, showing no will to live. At this rate, his life is at risk."

Jasper’s eyes turned icy cold, commanding sharply, "Put Ian Kane on the phone!"

"If he wants to die... he has to get my permission first!"