Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 138: I Will Not Forgive!

Ardendale, a certain detention center.

Ian Kane was wearing a loose, baggy blue-gray prison uniform, his newly shaved head making his face look unnaturally pale.

He sat cross-legged, back to the iron door, like a cold stone statue. Four or five days of detention had made his face gaunt and his jawline sharp.

"Ian Kane! Mr. Crowe wants you to take a call!" The officer’s voice echoed in the cramped cell.

He ignored it, not even lifting his eyelids, lost entirely in a state of emptiness and indifference.

On the other end of the line, the officer said helplessly into the receiver, "Mr. Crowe, President Kane... didn’t respond at all."

Jasper Crowe bit down harder on his cigarette butt and hung up with a "snap," the veins bulging on his hand as he gripped his phone tightly, resisting the urge to smash it.

The case against Ian Kane, Vera Sheridan only testified to minor injuries; at most, he’d be sentenced to a year or two.

As a vital part of the Crowe Family, going in for a while wouldn’t shake his foundation; once out, he’d still be influential.

But this guy... had given up on himself, even to the point of it being life-threatening.

Jasper Crowe felt a tightness in his chest and suddenly thought back to seven or eight years ago.

At that time, Ian Kane was the most marginalized and least favored son of The Kane Family.

He came with a patent, seeking investment from Jasper when he was a playboy.

Back then, Jasper was not interested in investment; he only thought it amusing that the young master of The Kane Family would bow his head to him, a wastrel.

He deliberately made it difficult by pointing to a bottle of strong liquor on the table: "Finish that, and I’ll give you the money."

He expected Ian to walk away in anger.

Instead, Ian Kane said nothing, opened the bottle, and took it down in one go!

He drank until his eyes were red, his body trembling, and after finishing the bottle, he bent over and vomited, utterly disheveled.

The mockery on Jasper’s face froze.

Looking at the noble young master who couldn’t stand up straight from vomiting but still clutched the patent documents, for the first time, Jasper was deeply shocked.

This man was ruthless with himself!

Jasper casually signed a check and tossed it over, thinking it was merely to get rid of him.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the actual first "bucket of gold" he earned in his life as a playboy!

Jasper came back to his senses.

Today, Ian Kane’s status, wealth, the pillar of the Crowe Family, which one wasn’t earned by risking his life?

And now, he just said he didn’t want it, abandoning even life!

Jasper flew to Ardendale Detention Center that very day.

Through the bars, no matter what he said, Ian Kane sat with his back to him, unresponsive.

Jasper then called Jean Crowe over.

Ian Kane still did not even turn his head.

Jean Crowe shook the bars angrily, hysterical, "Ian Kane! You won’t even listen to me anymore? You’ve always listened to me since you were a child—you won’t listen to me anymore because of a woman?"

"You useless thing!"

Ian Kane remained expressionless, his lips as pale as paper, with his stomach churning and stabbing pain, cold sweat beading on his forehead, yet he was barely aware.

Behind him, the desperate cry seemed only to be the wind passing his ears.

Since childhood, all his struggles had been for the sake of his mother’s words: "Stand up for Mom, make your father regret it! Let your grandfather see who is the true heir of The Kane Family!"

He had done it, possessing power, wealth, and status enough to make everyone look up to him, making his mother proud.

But now, these things couldn’t fill the void inside his heart.

Jasper gazed through the bars at the lifeless "stone statue" inside, his eyes flashing with an idea.

He returned to Veridia, bringing a lawyer, to find Vera Sheridan.

In the rehab room, Vera was undergoing electrotherapy.

Fine electrodes were attached to her right ankle and lower leg, the machine buzzing.

She bit her lip tightly, her body convulsing and trembling uncontrollably under the electric stimuli, beads of sweat rolling from her forehead, soaking the towel at her neck.

After a set was completed, she leaned back against the chair, nearly exhausted, her chest heaving violently, but her eyes were filled with a hopeful light.

After four sets, she was almost completely drained.

A nurse carefully helped her off the rehab equipment.

Just as she stepped out of the rehab room, Vera keenly sensed a strong gaze.

She instinctively looked up, meeting Jasper Crowe’s eyes a few steps away.

Jasper stood there, tall and straight, his eyes lingering heavily on her noticeably limping right foot, his brows furrowing unconsciously.

Back when Vera injured her foot, he did feel regret.

He took two steps forward, his gaze pausing for a moment on her sweaty temples and pale lips, "How’s the recovery going?"

Vera met his gaze, a faint twist at the corner of her mouth, "I’m trying."

Her eyes glanced over him and saw Attorney Rivers, dressed in a suit and carrying a briefcase, not far away.

"Mr. Crowe, you’re looking for me about something?"

Jasper didn’t respond immediately.

His gaze naturally shifted to an empty consultation room beside the corridor, a faint smile tugging at his lips, "There is something."

He sidestepped slightly, allowing space, "Could we talk inside?"

Vera, leaning on the nurse’s arm, her right foot slightly suspended.

She glanced at Attorney Rivers, then back at Jasper, taking a breath, "Okay."

Once seated, Jasper casually asked, "Getting used to Veridia? It’s dry here."

Vera cut straight to the point: "Mr. Crowe, just say it." Her tone was distant.

Jasper tapped his fingers lightly on the table, the term "Mr. Crowe" causing him to pause imperceptibly; she used to call him "Brother Crowe" when with Ian Kane.

"Vera, Old Man Kane’s current state is no different from that day when he drove off the cliff. He doesn’t care about anything, not even his life."

"It has nothing to do with me." Vera’s voice was calm.

"Only you can make him want to live." Jasper looked at her, his tone deepening.

Vera’s mouth twitched, "That still has nothing to do with me."

Jasper paused, blocked by her words.

He didn’t beat around the bush anymore, directly taking a document from Attorney Rivers and sliding it in front of Vera, "This is a letter of understanding agreement."

Vera’s gaze fell on the document, immediately understanding—was Ian Kane trying the sympathy card again?

She looked up, her tone firm, "I won’t forgive." As she spoke, a needle-like pain shot through her right ankle.

"Vera, listen to me," Jasper leaned forward, his speech quickening, "I’m not asking you to forgive him! Signing this means he might only serve two or three months, but he cannot avoid the punishment he deserves!"

He focused intently on her, his voice lowered, sincere, "I just want you to sign your name, let him think you have some soft spot for him, or that there is a bit of sentiment left for him! Give him a reason to pull himself together, that’s all!"

Vera remained unmoved.

Jasper continued to persuade, "He’s refusing treatment for his stomach hemorrhage, won’t see the lawyer, doesn’t want to fight; he has no desire to live. But the Crowe Family needs him, and there are thousands relying on him to make a living. Could you just do this favor?"

He paused, looking into Vera’s eyes, his tone becoming more complex:

"What he did to you was too much, especially the matter with your foot; I couldn’t bear to see it either. He deserves to be in jail! But his feelings for you... although twisted, they are real."

Jasper leaned further, his voice lowered with a hint of caution, "Take selling The Glimmer Garden for instance. You forged his signature to sell his cherished possession. If he pursued this, you and Noah Grant would end up in court! Why did he endure it? Because it was you, he was afraid of dragging you down with him!"