Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 62: Nina Sullivan Turns Against Vera Sheridan and Reveals the Truth About Her Foot Injury

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Nina Sullivan Turns Against Vera Sheridan and Reveals the Truth About Her Foot Injury

Vera Sheridan lowered her head, not saying a word.

"How did she provoke you, hmm? A phone call or a text?" As he spoke, he took out her phone from her bag, scrolled through it, and saw the text messages sent by Nina Sullivan.

Ian Kane, without saying another word, picked up the phone, walked aside, and dialed 911, "Hello, I’d like to report an incident. There’s a girl named Nina Sullivan at The National Ballet causing trouble and harassing my wife, agitating her emotions!"

After hanging up the conversation, he turned to embrace Vera.

Owen Sheridan furrowed his brow, "Has this Nina Sullivan lost her mind? How does she dare keep doing this, again and again?"

"What’s her motive!"

Ian lowered his eyes, looking at Vera, who kept her head down in silence, seemingly in a depressive state, "I think she wants to ruin your sister."

"She made Carter Sutton wear a wedding ring, and did his makeup to look just like me. Your sister thought it was me, could she not have a breakdown?"

Vera slowly raised her head, "She has the same ballet shoes as mine, claiming they’re custom-made by you for her, with the same date."

"Also, the bracelet from the same auction."

"Why is she with Carter Sutton again? Why is she entangled with all your brothers and friends?"

Ian pulled out a wet wipe to dab at the tears at the corner of her eyes, softly comforting her, "Sweetheart, Carter Sutton swaps partners as easily as changing clothes, isn’t it normal for them to hook up?"

Vera stepped back to evade him, on the verge of another emotional breakdown, "It’s too coincidental, Ian Kane... too coincidental..."

Ian drew in a sharp breath, his gaze helpless, "Are you still doubting me?"

Owen watched as Vera kept retreating, her makeup smudged, body staggering, as if Ian were a viper; he could only think she had been provoked, "Sis, would your husband intentionally have someone impersonate him to deceive you into thinking he’s unfaithful? What would be his motive?"

Ian’s eyelids imperceptibly narrowed for a moment.

Motive.

He wanted her to stop causing trouble, to completely trust and rely on him.

Vera’s head was pounding, her stomach churning like a stormy sea, as she turned and stumbled into the bathroom, bending over the sink to vomit. Nearby, her phone kept popping up news alerts.

[The Kane Group’s Lady Vera publicly accuses Ian Kane of infidelity, appearing hysterical, but the truth is—]

[Vera suspected to be mentally unstable, publicly goes mad and strikes Ian Kane]

She clicked on the news. In the video, it was her questioning Ian Kane, slapping him, looking hysterical and grotesque. Gradually, in the video, her face turned into that of her mother’s, and Ian Kane’s became her dad’s...

Vera vomited again.

It was all bitter bile.

So bitter...

Her vision darkened as she aimed her head to collide with the sink. That’s when Ian came in to find her, moments before impact, his breath hitched, striding forward just in time to hold her.

"Vera!" he called out in a panic.

In his arms, she lay with eyes closed, unmoving.

Seeing she wasn’t hurt, Ian let out a hidden sigh of relief and carried her out.

In the ballet company’s parking lot, two police cars were parked with their lights flashing. Nina was being escorted to the police car by female officers. Just seated, she saw Ian carrying Vera out from the building.

The man walked with urgency, appearing utterly uncollected.

A surge of intense jealousy welled up inside Nina, her nails digging into her palms.

The sharp sting further fueled her suspicion that she truly had been toyed with by Carter Sutton last night...

Last night, following Ian’s instructions, she sat in the Maybach he owned in Veridia, purposely making Vera assume the person inside was him.

In reality, it was his cousin, Carter Sutton.

Later, they pretended to be a couple, went drinking at a bar, took photos, and thereafter, Carter took her back to the hotel. In her hazy state, she lost awareness.

Upon waking, she felt something was off.

No, it couldn’t be, Ian Kane wouldn’t treat her this way!

She was his one and only lover.

In his heart, she held a special place.

Nina regained composure, feeling her confidence return.

...

At the hospital, in a private ward.

On the bed, Vera remained asleep, her face pale as paper, a drip attached.

Ian sat by the bedside, holding her cold hand, gently massaging the back of it with his thumb.

Her skin was fair and delicate, every time she got an injection or a drip, bruises would form that took days to fade.

He laid her hand down, tucking it under the thin blanket, eyes resting on her sleeping face, "Living a comfortable life at home wasn’t enough? Why put yourself through such turmoil?"

If she hadn’t caused trouble, he wouldn’t have needed to resort to such means to force her back home.

He couldn’t bear others sharing her beauty.

From the moment he first laid eyes on her, he wanted to possess her wholly.

At this moment, his phone rang, it was Elias Crowe calling.

Ian, ever cautious, took the call on the balcony.

As soon as he answered, he gave a stern order. "Get rid of Nina Sullivan, I don’t need her anymore."

On the other end, Elias hesitated for a moment, "Boss, I’m afraid we can’t simply get rid of her. Nina saw the intimate photos with Carter Sutton and is currently making a scene at the police station."

Ian’s eyes narrowed slightly, feeling no threat from it. At this time, even if Nina denied any relationship with Carter, exposing his setup would hold no evidence.

Furthermore, after this incident, Vera wouldn’t trust anything Nina said.

She would only doubt herself.

He was certain that Nina didn’t have any evidence of his infidelity.

"Without evidence, let her go mad. Have someone from her hometown take her back."

In distant Ardendale, Elias just received a message, his scalp tightened, "Boss, Attorney Grant went to see Nina Sullivan!"

Upon hearing this, Ian clenched his fist.

...

In the West District’s local police station, Nina Sullivan was losing her temper, shouting at the officer handling the case, "Carter Sutton and I aren’t a real couple, we were acting under Ian Kane’s orders!"

Nina, her makeup not fully removed, was tear-streaked, looking a complete mess as she pounded the table relentlessly.

Ian Kane, to appease that lame Vera Sheridan, actually had Carter Sutton drug her, take intimate photos, and hand them over to the police to prove they were a true couple.

This way, Vera would definitely no longer suspect she was Ian Kane’s mistress!

What man could tolerate his lover being with another man?

But Ian Kane could endure it and be so ruthless!

It dawned on her only then; that night when he scorched her thigh with a cigarette butt saying, "I can send you to entertain guests, to sleep with them..." wasn’t a mere threat!

"Nina! Calm down! You said so much, but what’s the evidence that proves you’re telling the truth?"

"We’ve retrieved the bar’s surveillance, and last night, you and Carter Sutton were very intimate!"

Nina retorted, "That was all Ian Kane’s plan, having us act as a couple for Vera to see!"

The policeman tapped the table with his pen, his expression stern, "Nina, think carefully. Initially, you were only lying and spreading rumors, but now you’re making false accusations. You’ve already been detained for seven days this month."

"For repeated offenses, recidivism will be considered as an aggravating factor, and it’s not just as simple as detention anymore. At least a year or more!"

Nina’s face turned pale, and her fingertips clenched the table tightly.

She had no evidence to prove that it was Ian Kane who instructed her to do this, and Carter Sutton would certainly not betray him!

This was all meticulously calculated by Ian Kane!

Seamless.

The policeman saw her lower her head and tapped the table, "Behaving now?"

Unwillingly, Nina clenched her hands tightly.

She had no power, no influence, no background, not even the ability to accuse Carter Sutton of drugging her.

Even if her teeth were shattered, she could only swallow them!

At this moment, there was a commotion at the door of the interrogation room.

The policeman saw who came in and quickly stood up to greet, "Attorney Grant!"

Noah Grant nodded in greeting to them, his gaze falling on Nina, "I am her attorney, here to bail her out."

Nina recognized Noah Grant.

Vera Sheridan’s senior during university.

The deepest impression she had was on the night of Vera and Ian Kane’s grand wedding when he sat in the car opposite the villa, staying there from dusk until the bridesmaid, Nina, left late at night.

Now, he said he was here to bail her out.

He must suspect that Ian Kane truly had an affair and was helping Vera.

"Yes, he’s my lawyer!" Nina seized the opportunity.

The officer handling the case looked at Attorney Grant with a complex expression, "Attorney Grant, this Nina is suspected of spreading rumors, intentionally provoking President Kane’s wife. We’re still taking her statement."

Noah nodded, "Then continue, follow the process, and after the statement is done, I can take her away."

The police hesitated and then nodded.

Fifteen minutes later, Nina got into Noah Grant’s car.

...

Hospital, ward.

Vera Sheridan slowly woke up, the lights on in the ward. Through the curtains, it seemed it was already evening.

She was alone in the room.

She stared at the pale ceiling, her mind filled with images of her hysterically and madly slapping Ian Kane.

Her face was twisted with rage.

Tears slowly trickled down from Vera’s eyes.

She had ultimately become the person she least wanted to be.

And it had been witnessed by the whole internet.

So undignified...

She didn’t know how much time had passed when Vera got out of bed, enduring the dizziness, and walked out of the ward.

Outside the door stood two bodyguards in black suits, "Madam, are you going out?"

Vera spoke softly, "I’m going back to my teacher’s house."

The bodyguard respectfully, "Madam, you can’t be discharged yet. President Kane is holding a press conference and will be back soon to accompany you."

Vera didn’t have the energy to speak, insistently walking away.

The bodyguards quickly followed, "Madam, should we take you to the hotel where President Kane is staying?"

Vera shook her head, saying nothing.

Just as she entered the hospital elevator, she caught sight of Ian Kane’s handsome face on the media video player on the wall.

"My wife once injured her foot while saving me. As everyone knows, she is a dancer, and this is enough proof of her deep love for me. It’s precisely because she cares too much that she was misled by a villain, misunderstanding me, leading to the previous incident."

"Currently, the rumor-monger is under investigation. Here, I sincerely ask everyone not to engage in online discussions about my wife. Thank you!"

The man, in a strict black and white suit, polite and elegant, cleared her name in front of the camera.

Vera’s eyes welled with warmth.

"Madam, it’s clear now. Nina and Carter Sutton were indeed together. The police have intimate photos of them. Master Sutton claimed he didn’t know about Nina’s intentions, thinking she was just having fun with him," the bodyguard told her.

Vera, "I understand."

In her heart, she couldn’t describe the feeling, whether she should be relieved that the man she witnessed wasn’t Ian Kane or if she should continue living in confusion, avoiding paranoia.

She took the bodyguard’s car back to The National Ballet Family Courtyard.

Wendy Donovan had just finished boiling chicken soup, preparing to pack it in a thermos and take it to the hospital, but unexpectedly, Vera came back.

She stepped forward, opening her arms to embrace her.

Wendy gently patted her back.

"Vera, the past is the past. You must trust Ian Kane; he won’t hurt you. He’s not your bastard of a father," Wendy continued to comfort her, "And you’re not your mother either."

Vera choked back tears and whispered, "Mm."

Just then, the sound of a car engine came from outside, and the courtyard lights turned on.

...

Vera and Wendy didn’t expect Noah Grant to bring Nina here.

On seeing Nina, Vera’s reflexively tense nerves made her heart race.

"Noah, why did you bring her here!" Wendy’s tone was unfriendly.

Noah’s Adam’s apple bobbed, "Professor Donovan, she has something to say to Vera."

Wendy frowned even deeper, "What is it now, more rumors? Vera can’t take any more shocks! Take her away!"

Nina fixed her gaze on Vera, thinking about how Ian Kane had hurt her because of Vera, and her dissatisfaction grew stronger.

The woman wore a loose khaki cotton and linen T-shirt paired with a dark brown long skirt, her black hair tied in a low ponytail. Her face was clear and pale, temperament bland, asexual and yet hobbling on one foot.

Clearly not superior to her in any aspect.

Yet she had to live under Vera’s spotlight.

She was also most irritated by the ballet group leaders who called her "Little Vera," as if Nina Sullivan had benefited from Vera’s fame!

Nina’s gaze landed on Vera’s right ankle, a sneer playing on her lips, "Vera, that night you braved the rain to lead people into the mountains to find the missing Ian Kane, injuring your foot. Do you know what he was actually doing that night?"

Vera’s pupils contracted suddenly.

Wendy was also stunned.

Nina crossed her arms, her eyes filled with sarcasm and ridicule, "That night he was at the foot of the mountain at Vani Inn, having a wild romp with me!"

"You fool!"