Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 89: Noah Grant: She’s Asleep

Noah Grant’s voice fell into Ian Kane’s jealousy-filled eyes, turning into the sharpest needle!

In a blink, he calmed down, the corners of his lips slowly curling up, "Where’s my wife?"

On the other end, Noah Grant said flatly, "Vera Sheridan is asleep."

The smile at the corner of Ian Kane’s lips stiffened suddenly, his face turning sullen to the extreme, his tone cold, "A dignified Barrister Grant, knowingly being the third party, breaking the law, really makes me drop my jaw."

As he spoke, he bent over to pick up a pack of cigarettes.

Beside him, Elias Crowe listened to his words, his eyes sparkling with gossip, almost smelling the strong gunpowder between the two men.

Noah Grant snorted coldly, his tone full of disdain, "You have an affair within marriage, frame others, use any means, yet demand others to be saints."

"Moreover, I’ve never claimed to be a saint, unlike you."

Mocking his hypocrisy, two-faced.

Ian Kane didn’t care, his focus was on the fact that Noah Grant wouldn’t be a saint.

This was clearly revealing his intention to fight for Vera Sheridan!

Memories flashing, Ian Kane sneered coldly, "Second Master Grant, I’ll remind you, don’t bring trouble upon yourself."

"If you dare touch her or The Glimmer Garden, I won’t be polite to you anymore!"

In the back of the car, Noah Grant sat upright, his aura full of arrogance, "Then I’ll wait."

With those words, he hung up the phone.

Inside the carriage, all the blinds were drawn, a partition separated the front and rear seats, forming a private space.

The air was so quiet that only a woman’s soft, shallow breath could be heard from the seat beside him.

Vera Sheridan leaned against the black leather seat, her eyes closed, sleeping deeply, her brow furrowed into a clear line of unease.

Noah Grant turned his head, seeing her sleeping face, his dark eyes softened, he tucked the brown blanket around her, a thumb gently brushing her forehead, softly smoothing out that worry.

That year, in the subtropical monsoon climate of Ardendale, there was a rare snowfall.

The yard of the old Western-style house was blanketed in silver.

20-year-old Noah Grant, after attending a criminal trial with his father, hurried to spend the winter solstice with the elders at noon.

Chatting about the case along the way, around the corner, a girl’s figure in the garden caught Noah Grant’s attention.

The little girl untied the red scarf around her neck to tie it around the freshly made snowman, her face radiating with a joyful smile.

For a moment, he forgot to take a step, and he started to smile along with her.

That was their first meeting.

At that time, Vera Sheridan was staying in Grandma Grant’s mansion, spending her winter reading "Dream of the Red Chamber" with her.

In a daze, familiar, mature male scent surrounded her, Vera Sheridan slowly opened her eyes, met with a honey-colored view, vaguely a man’s hand, full of masculine flavor.

Her brow tingled with a soft itch, and she focused her eyes.

The man’s hand immediately moved away, and Vera Sheridan slowly turned her head, meeting Noah Grant’s slightly embarrassing face.

The atmosphere was subtle.

She hazily recalled the hospital...

Noah Grant spoke, breaking the silence, "There was a fly just now."

Vera Sheridan also fully awakened, shifted slightly, "I... I fell asleep."

After leaving the prosecutor’s office, they had lunch at a nearby restaurant, Maeve Holloway had some work to do in Silbury.

Noah Grant was taking her back.

Vera Sheridan sat up straight, took off the blanket, and folded it slowly.

Noah Grant said in a deep voice, "Ian Kane called just now, you were sleeping soundly, I didn’t wake you, I answered for you."

Vera Sheridan paused her actions, "Did he say anything?"

Noah Grant smiled, "He asked where you were, I said... asleep."

Vera Sheridan, "..."

Their eyes met, his gaze was intense.

Her cheeks heated up, and she quickly looked away.

Noah Grant swallowed, said seriously, "The Kane Group’s Cloud Top project, cutting corners, is a fact, bribery is also a fact, but according to Owen Sheridan’s description, he was framed."

"The breakthrough in this case lies with the official who took gold bars from Owen Sheridan. I checked, Hector Lowell, a low-ranking official from the Ministry of Construction, also passed the gold bars, conspiring with Ian Kane to frame Owen Sheridan."

"Only by getting Hector Lowell to tell the truth can Owen Sheridan clear his name."

Vera Sheridan nodded, "He either took money from Ian Kane or has something held against him by Ian Kane, getting him to turn coat will be tough, right?"

Like Nina Sullivan.

Noah Grant advised her, "Buying loyalty with money is unreliable, as there will always be higher bids."

"Hector Lowell must have something on him, something even more serious than bribery."

Vera Sheridan suddenly understood, "Help Hector get rid of this leverage, then he might turn against them."

Noah Grant nodded, a gentle look in his eyes.

She had always been smart, just like when she used to ask him about her advanced math problems or chess games, she would grasp them immediately.

"I’ll handle this," he said in a deep voice.

Vera felt both grateful and burdened, "Senior, I... shouldn’t trouble you so much."

But right now, besides him, there was no one else who could help her.

Noah Grant noticed the hint of worry in her eyes, his gaze darkened slightly, "Vera, I think we can consider ourselves friends, and as the legal advisor for the Kane Group, it’s my responsibility to supervise the group’s legal operations."

With one sentence, he relieved Vera’s psychological burden.

She smiled at him, "Yes, we’re friends, and you’re also someone I respect."

Noah Grant smiled faintly without saying a word.

After a moment, he spoke again, "Tomorrow is the last day to finalize the divorce, I’ll do my best to make Hector speak up before tomorrow morning."

Vera’s blood instantly boiled with excitement.

If Hector turned against them, Owen Sheridan would be cleared of suspicion, and she even had a video of Ian Kane’s affair, she could force him to divorce tomorrow!

The car drove into an old alley and soon stopped in front of an old-style building.

This was the house Maeve Holloway rented, where Vera had been staying these past few days.

After the two said their goodbyes, Vera watched as Noah Grant’s car drove away, then went upstairs.

...

In the villa, Jean Crowe personally brought a bowl of plain noodles and placed it on the tea table, "Ian, have a bowl of noodles, eat something to maintain your resistance."

Ian Kane looked at the steaming noodles, his chest trembling, "Thanks, Mom."

He picked up the chopsticks.

The warm noodles slid down his esophagus, spreading warmth into his empty stomach.

"Ian, don’t think I’m nagging, but it’s really for your own good. That Vera, she’s always been selfish. Last time after I drugged her, I told her you had an affair, you still didn’t believe it."

"She sold jewelry and The Glimmer Garden, transferring several billion in assets at once. In her eyes, you’re not as valuable as that money," Jean Crowe said earnestly.

Inside, she felt a sense of triumph at seeing through Vera.

She didn’t care at all about Ian Kane’s feelings.

Ian Kane’s chewing slowed down, his eyes focused on the noodles in front of him, "Mom, Vera didn’t sell the jewelry for money, she donated it all, and selling The Glimmer Garden was to punish me."

"She cares about me, that’s why she did it."

Hearing this, Jean Crowe’s face turned livid, "Ian Kane, have you lost your mind? If she cares about you, why on earth does she want a divorce no matter what? Shouldn’t she be kind to you and forgive you? Did she care to look at you when you knelt in the rain all night and caught pneumonia?"

"She’s just like your dad!"

"It’s pitiful, you being kidnapped and just escaping death, and your dad thought you were lying for attention!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ian Kane suddenly knocked the bowl off the table.

Jean Crowe was taken aback.

"Mom, I don’t care if they love me. I’m holding onto Vera so she won’t have it easy, understand?" Ian Kane’s face was full of pride, his eyes cold and indifferent.

Jean Crowe stared at him blankly, remembering how he used to hover by the front door on his birthdays, hoping that short-lived ghost would come home.

Eyes eagerly watching the street corner, which irritated her greatly.

"Son, remember, in this world, only your mom truly loves you." Jean Crowe said, wiping away a tear as she went to clean up the mess on the floor.

Ian Kane stood up and went to the dressing room.

That night.

Vera awoke from her dreams, instinctively grabbing her phone to check for messages from Noah Grant.

The phone screen lit up the darkness, and as she inadvertently saw a figure sitting by the bed, she was utterly frightened, her eyes widening.

The next second, a man’s cold palm pressed against her cheek.

In the faint light, Ian Kane’s chiseled face came into view, and Vera clutched the bedsheet tightly, "You, how did you get in?"

Ian Kane said nothing, leaning closer, so close she could feel his hot breath.

His eyes locked onto her, pupils constricted to pinpoints, swirling with a nearly manic focus.

His gaze felt like it had actual weight, pressing onto her skin, making it difficult for Vera to breathe smoothly, feeling like a butterfly pinned to a specimen board, being dissected inch by inch by his morbid gaze.

"Get out!" Vera gritted her teeth and hissed.

Ian Kane seemed oblivious, as his fingers hooked onto her nightgown strap, slowly pulling it down her pale shoulder...