Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 79: Ian Kane Loses His Mind!

The Kane Group, President’s Assistant Office.

Elias Crowe was signing documents, listening to the intense female voice. He moved the phone slightly away, speaking in a polite tone, "Miss Holloway, I’m sorry, I’m President Kane’s assistant. He’s currently busy with personal affairs, and the call was transferred to me."

"What exactly is your matter? I will truthfully convey it to President Kane."

Maeve Holloway was at a loss for words, as if she had punched a cotton ball!

"Can you contact Ian Kane now? I have important matters for him! It’s about his reputation!"

Elias Crowe frowned, recalling Ian Kane’s instruction, "Even if the sky falls, don’t let anyone disturb me."

"I’m sorry, President Kane will not be available to take calls or meet anyone for the next 12 hours."

Maeve Holloway let out a cold snort, "What if I say I have solid evidence of his infidelity?"

The tip of the signature pen paused abruptly. Elias Crowe was momentarily stunned, his lips slowly curling into a playful smile, "Sorry, I only follow President Kane’s instructions."

Regardless of the truth, he wasn’t worried about Ian Kane.

Being beside such a beastly, cunning boss and acting as a calm observer is quite the experience!

Maeve Holloway was speechless, thinking Ian Kane should currently be doing IVF with Vera Sheridan. She didn’t waste words with Elias Crowe and hung up directly.

She didn’t believe that Elias Crowe would stay calm after seeing the video.

Just as she was about to hit send, she received a call.

It was from Noah Grant.

"Senior brother." Flashes of Noah Grant taking care of Vera Sheridan’s stray cat on a blizzard night, building a warm nest, crossed Maeve Holloway’s mind.

She seemed to see hope.

"Maeve, has Vera contacted you?"

Veridia Airport.

Noah Grant, in a well-tailored bespoke suit, walked out of the gate with long strides, followed by two assistants.

He had just gotten off the plane when he received updates about Vera Sheridan and Ian Kane, calling Maeve Holloway to confirm.

"Senior brother, Vera was taken by Ian Kane for IVF. She wasn’t willing, and in a few days, she’ll be able to get away. Right now, I can’t stop Ian Kane."

Noah Grant stopped in his tracks, his deep eyes instantly shrouded in shadows.

The man loosened his tie knot with long fingers, the shirt’s decor button pressed against his Adam’s apple, moving up and down, "Okay, I know. She won’t be in trouble."

Hearing this, Maeve Holloway felt as if she had taken a reassuring pill.

She knew that Noah Grant wouldn’t ignore it.

At the airport, in the smoking area.

Noah Grant faced the airport, frowning as he lit a Golden Leaf cigarette, while his assistant Caleb Lewis reported the situation to him.

"Attorney Grant, Ian Kane took Miss Sheridan to the Kane Group’s high-end private gynecology and obstetrics hospital, Ardendale General Hospital. Miss Sheridan has been fully anesthetized and is undergoing surgery."

Noah Grant bit down hard on the cigarette butt, the veins on his forehead popping, the glass reflecting his piercing eyes.

He removed the cigarette, "Find a way to stop it at any cost."

Caleb Lewis, "The expert team was hired at an astronomical price by Ian Kane, bribing them won’t work."

Noah Grant took a couple of puffs, "I want all the details on this expert team."

Caleb Lewis immediately proceeded to handle it.

Noah Grant dialed a number as he spoke, "Third brother, I need a private jet to fly directly to Ardendale now, arrange it immediately."

A private flight requires advance notice to the aviation authority, it’s not possible to have one at a moment’s notice.

But with the Grant Family’s deep roots, if he desired, someone would help arrange the private jet.

On the other end, came the teasing voice of his younger brother Nathan Grant, "Wow, the sun’s rising in the west today. Our second young master, who disdains relying on family power, is willing to use privilege now!"

Wearing the crown means bearing its weight. Every descendant of the Grant Family shoulders the responsibility of defending the family’s honor, be it through marriage, politics, or fulfilling the family’s perfect expectations.

Seven years ago, Noah Grant gave up civil examination, resolutely choosing to study abroad, establishing his own business, all to break free from the family’s golden shackles.

The person who made him willing to break free was Vera Sheridan.

Her mother acted impulsively, committed offenses, served time, and her background clashed with his political and family background.

Noah Grant flicked ash from his cigarette, "Is it available or not?"

Nathan Grant chuckled lightly, "It’s rare for our second young master to make a request, it must be available."

Without a word of thanks, Noah Grant hung up, angering Nathan Grant to the point of reluctance to sort out a plane, yet curiosity piqued by what urgent matter led him to break his principles.

In the VIP lounge, Noah Grant smoked while reviewing the materials Caleb Lewis printed for him.

He extracted a profile of Professor Donovan, responsible for embryo fertilization in the expert team.

His gaze landed on the line "embroiled in a sexual scandal lawsuit."

Noah Grant narrowed his eyes, picked up the phone, and walked to a corner.

"Attorney Grant, I’m handling this case. At present, it seems he was framed. The female party lacks substantial evidence to prove harassment, but it’s causing a major stir online."

Noah Grant understood, hung up the phone, and dialed several numbers.

Two hours later, he arrived in Ardendale.

At the hospital.

Vera Sheridan was wheeled out of the operating room, still under anesthesia, fast asleep.

Ian Kane followed her to the ward.

Once the medical staff left, he sat at the bedside, his gaze falling on her flat abdomen.

There, soon, would be implanted their child.

With this child, she’d never leave him for the rest of her life.

Ian Kane leaned down, his thin lips slowly pressing towards Vera Sheridan’s lips...

Just as he was about to make contact, there was a knock on the door.

"President Kane, Professor Donovan wants you in the lab." A bodyguard entered, respectfully.

Ian Kane stood up, striding out of the ward.

In the lab, Professor Donovan, dressed in a sterile suit, walked out from the inner room, saw Ian Kane, and removed his mask, "President Kane."

Ian Kane’s lips slightly curled, "Elder Donovan, has it already been successful?"

Professor Donovan looked troubled, "President, President Kane, I’m sorry, your sperm quality has issues and cannot combine with your wife’s eggs."

Hearing this, Ian Kane paused briefly, then grabbed him by the collar, "Dylan Donovan, what did you just say? Are you too old, senile, or is there something wrong with my hearing?"

Professor Donovan trembled, "President Kane, I’m speaking the truth."

Ian Kane squinted slightly, assessing him closely, "My mistress got pregnant a month ago, how could there be a problem? Are you deliberately messing with me?"

Professor Donovan showed no signs of guilt, "President Kane, your kindness to me is monumental, what reason would I have to do such a thing? If you don’t trust me, you could invite other experts for a consultation."

Ian Kane released him, turned around, kicking over a chair, "You better not be lying to me!"

Professor Donovan, "President Kane, I wouldn’t dare."

"Your condition could be due to recent stress or poor lifestyle habits, such as smoking or drinking, causing it. With some adjustments, it’s not a major concern."

While speaking, he recalled the events from half an hour earlier.

At that time, he was about to conduct the external fertilization surgery for their couple when he received a video.

The footage recorded the entire setup of him being framed by a female student as having committed sexual harassment.

Following that, he received a call from Noah Grant, "Want to clear your name? Ten minutes from now, I’ll send the evidence chain to the prosecution, on one condition —"

He, Dylan Donovan, had lived an honest, diligent life all his career. Nearing retirement, he was falsely accused by his own student, disgracing his later years.

Clearing his name was naturally what he wanted.

A price which money could not buy.

At the end of the hospital hallway, Ian Kane smoked three cigarettes in a row, a nurse approached, looking at his silhouette nervously, "Mr. Kane, your wife, she—"

Ian Kane suddenly turned, his face dark, "What’s wrong with her?!"