Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 50: Into His Arms

Nina Sullivan had a miscarriage and was detained for seven days before, leaving her looking drained and haggard. At this moment, seeing these gold and silver jewels, it was as if she had come back to life.

Mrs. Kane saw through the greed and ambition in her eyes, feeling excited.

"Girl, stop taking pictures, these are all yours. In time, you can personally give them to your parents, letting them see what an excellent daughter they’ve raised."

"And getting married into the wealthy circles of Ardendale openly is much better than being Ian Kane’s mistress!"

"Think about it, if your parents found out you became a mistress, not only losing face, but also being talked about behind their backs in the village, right?"

Nina’s smile grew deeper, reaching her eyes, creating a pair of sweet resting tear troughs, as she looked at Mrs. Kane.

"Madam, who are you calling a mistress? My ex-boyfriend is Quentin Hawthorne, the second young master of The Hawthorne Family."

Mrs. Kane’s smile suddenly stiffened.

Nina appeared obedient, her voice sweet and clear, "I have nothing to do with Mr. Kane."

"Don’t think you can buy me off with these gold and silver jewels. I was locked up once for slander and don’t want to go back again."

Mrs. Kane’s face grew stiffer, yet she was still unwilling to give up, "Are you saying it’s not enough? Name your price!"

Nina raised an eyebrow, her tone faint, "Madam, surely white can’t be painted black?"

These jewels were tempting, but in the future, Ian Kane would give her more.

She wasn’t keen on marrying into the so-called wealthy sons; she only wanted Ian Kane.

These days, she had also heard that, at this critical moment, that cripple abandoned him, leaving him mired in trouble.

At this time, Nina refused to be tempted by profit, firmly standing by him. He would undoubtedly see her differently.

He would also come to know who was truly sincere towards him.

Mrs. Kane scrutinized Nina Sullivan, unsure whether she was speaking the truth or aiding Ian Kane, "Young girl, you really don’t get it. Ian Kane is practically confirmed as being faithful, and he can’t recover. Are you sure you still want to stick with him?"

She grabbed a handful of jewelry and threw it in front of Nina, "I’m telling you, if you miss this opportunity, it won’t come again!"

Nina sneered, "Madam, I’ll say it one more time, I have nothing to do with Mr. Kane!"

Having said that, she picked up her phone and got up to walk away.

Mrs. Kane was left standing there, dazed, feeling as though a cooked duck had flown out of her mouth!

Elias Crowe also did not expect that Nina Sullivan couldn’t be bought.

She had even sent him a video and audio recording of her conversation with Mrs. Kane.

In a corner of the president’s room at the Kane Group, Ian Kane sat on a black leather sofa, with a dainty birdcage on the tea table in front of him, the door open, but no bird inside.

When Elias Crowe knocked and entered, he saw the pet canary Ian had nurtured for years fly in through the window gap and obediently return to the cage.

Ian Kane gracefully pinched the handle of a wooden spoon, carefully scooping a spoonful of millet to feed it in its feeder bowl.

"Did Nina get in touch with you?" His voice was flat.

Elias Crowe was taken aback, thinking how prescient his boss was, how did he manage it?!

"She did! She even sent me the recording of her conversation with the first wife, very clever, she turned the tables on the madam, trying to frame you."

Ian Kane’s lip corner curved slightly, "Do you know why she did this?"

Elias Crowe thought seriously for a moment, "Fell in love with you?"

Ian Kane sneered, "A mistress can feel love too?"

Elias Crowe choked.

Ian Kane, "It’s just the desire to conquer." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"Overestimating herself."

Elias Crowe: "..."

A mouse wanting to conquer a cat, indeed overestimating oneself.

Ian Kane leaned over to pick up a cigarette from the coffee table, placing it between his lips.

Elias Crowe looked at his considerably thinner face, sincerely advising, "President Kane, Madam asked me to remind you, smoke less."

The moment the lighter sparked a sudden blue flame, Ian Kane moved the cigarette away, a smile flickering in his dark eyes.

Elias Crowe remembered something, "The Bulgarian roses are in bloom recently, the florist sends me updates daily, President Kane, why don’t I order a bouquet for Madam?"

Ian Kane raised an eyebrow, giving him a glance but said nothing.

Elias Crowe understood his meaning: Foolish!

Also completely confused.

Could it be that he truly gave up on the Madam?

Ian Kane glanced at his watch, "Prepare the car, heading to the golf course."

Elias Crowe: "Yes."

At such a critical moment, he still had the mood for golf!

And there were no measures to recover the stock price.

...

[Chairman Charles Kane announced a board meeting notice, Ian Kane may be dismissed from his position as CEO]

[The Kane Group’s stock price continues to plummet, Ian Kane has taken no recovery measures]

On a quiet night.

Vera Sheridan sat on the sofa by the window, her feet soaking in a wooden bucket, the air filled with the scent of Chinese medicine.

She was scrolling through the news, the floor lamp clearly illuminating the tiny wrinkles of frustration on her brow, the medicinal water long cooled without her even noticing.

Maeve came in and tested the water temperature, seeing her looking distraught, she sighed softly, "If you can’t let it go, just continue living with him."

"You and he in harmony would quiet the gossip outside."

"This afternoon, the old madam cried to me over the phone, saying the first wife wants to ruin her and Mr. Kane, even tried to buy off Nina Sullivan to disgrace him, but that Nina had no evidence to sell them and was detained for a week, so she’s been behaving!"

Listening to Maeve, tears streamed from the corners of Vera Sheridan’s eyes as she lowered her head, wiping her feet.

Maeve went to close the curtains, looking at a Gus parked outside in the courtyard, "It’s here again..."

Vera slipped on her slippers, stumbled to the window, and saw the car Ian Kane sometimes drove with the license plate ending "622."

The black car parked under the streetlight.

It was too far to see him inside the car clearly.

"Does he come every night?" She remembered hearing the faint sound of a car engine at night.

She’s been taking sleeping pills, so she sleeps more heavily.

Maeve, "He comes every night, and doesn’t let me call you."

Vera was about to head for the door when her phone rang.

It was Ian Kane.

"I see you, don’t come out, I’m leaving now, sleep early," the man’s deep, magnetic voice came through.

Vera’s eyes reddened, "What about the stock price? Maybe we shouldn’t divorce yet?"

A silent pause...

After a long time, his husky voice came, "Even if we reconcile lovingly, they’ll say it’s an act, won’t help the stock. Vera, I don’t want you to compromise in our marriage; I hope you are free without constraints."

Vera covered her mouth, sobbing quietly.

Ian Kane’s voice grew hoarser, "When you’re unhappy, I also feel guilty, ashamed, and sad."

"Go to sleep, don’t overthink, I’m fine."

After a long time, her raw and sore throat finally uttered a soft "Mm."

He waited for her to hang up first before he disconnected the call.

Vera curled up on the bed, hearing the car engine as he drove away, tears dampening her pillow.

If... only she wasn’t sick.

The next day, Vera went to the chess club.

She arranged to meet an old chess friend, the retired financial magnate Mr. Callahan, hoping to ask him how Ian Kane could break Elder Kane’s trap.

Unfortunately, Mr. Callahan had an unexpected issue, missing their appointment.

Vera, disinterested in staying for a match, was about to leave.

Elder Morgan watched her back, calling out, "Vera Sheridan, why are you leaving so soon, Noah should be arriving soon!"

Hearing that Noah Grant was coming, Vera felt even more reluctant to linger, replying with a quick "Something came up at home," before hastily leaving.

Slender and limping, she traversed the corridors of the garden’s back patio, passing through the fan-shaped door, and at the corner, a figure suddenly stormed into her view, on the verge of colliding with the person.

Vera hurriedly dodged, twisting her foot, and the next moment, her arm was grasped, leading her to sway and crash into a firm chest, while a distinct, high-end fragrance of ebony incense invaded her nostrils...