Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 91: Vera Sheridan Sends the Video Out
Noah Grant’s coarse and magnetic voice came through the receiver, scraping against the eardrum, incredibly moving.
Vera Sheridan listened to his every word, and the heart that had been suspended finally returned to its place.
Her nose stung with emotion, "Senior, thank you for your hard work."
She pulled open the curtains, the eastern sky revealing the first light, and remembered, "So early... you didn’t work all night, did you?"
At that moment, outside the prosecutor’s office, in the back seat of Gus’s car.
Noah Grant leaned back in the chair, his mature and handsome face slightly fatigued, his shirt collar open, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. Hearing her concern, the corners of his lips lifted slightly, sweeping away the tiredness.
Last night, he had been shuttling between the hospital and the prosecutor’s office.
Hector Lowell’s daughter, Zoe Lowell, was critically ill and in urgent need of a kidney transplant, but she did not know that the father who loved her had gone down a path of no return to obtain a matching kidney for her by helping Ian Kane frame Owen Sheridan.
Noah Grant, ensuring that Zoe Lowell could secure another kidney, informed her about Hector Lowell’s situation. Zoe Lowell, unwilling to implicate her father, was transported to the prosecutor’s office overnight by ambulance to persuade Hector Lowell to tell the truth and turn back from the edge.
With the condition that his daughter had a kidney source secured, Hector Lowell was naturally willing to make amends, telling the truth to the prosecution to exonerate Owen Sheridan.
"I’ve been handling cases for so many years, it’s a habit. I’m waiting for Owen. They’ll start processing the release after their eight o’clock work hour," Noah said nonchalantly.
Vera Sheridan felt reassured.
This feeling was much like the time before a Go competition in her freshman year, where his guidance and encouragement filled her with a sense of security.
"Yes, have a rest and don’t forget to eat breakfast," she blurted out with concern.
Inside the car, Noah Grant’s eyes softened as he responded with a soft "Mm."
After hanging up the call, he instructed the driver, Old Man Crowe, "Find a place to eat breakfast."
The driver, Old Man Crowe, saw through the rearview mirror that his face was full of joy.
...
In the villa, in Vera Sheridan’s former bedroom.
The curtains were all drawn, casting the room into darkness.
Ian Kane was curled up on Vera Sheridan’s bed, hugging a pillow.
There was a constant knocking on the door.
Ian Kane was still lost in a dream filled with strange imagery.
The intermittent scenes were all about Vera Sheridan.
She had never been in love before, learning from him how to use mobile apps to record every day of their marriage, noting his allergies to mango and metal;
She learned to tie a tie for him; matched suits for him; reminded him to quit smoking; bought stomach medicine for him; and traversed all over Ardendale to personally buy a Qixi Festival gift...
She was forever his.
Ian Kane drowsily woke up, burying his head into the pillow that still carried her scent.
"Bang bang bang—Boss!"
Elias Crowe’s voice became clearer.
Ian Kane frowned.
He got out of bed and dragged his weak steps to the door, opening it with a hoarse voice, "What is it?"
Elias Crowe’s palm was numb from knocking, "Boss, Hector Lowell has been persuaded by Attorney Grant. He’s switched sides!"
Ian Kane was stunned, thinking he had misheard, "What did you say."
Elias Crowe repeated, checking his watch, "It’s past nine now. Madam just called me, asking you to be at the civil affairs bureau at ten to proceed with the divorce, or she will expose your video."
"She still holds that trump card, and we... are very passive."
Ian Kane’s thin lips tightened as he clenched his fist and punched the white wall hard!
...
At ten fifty in the morning, Ian Kane was still nowhere to be seen.
Owen Sheridan stood up, looking towards the door, filled with righteous indignation, "Sis, expose him now! Let him lose everything, then sue him for divorce. He’s the cheater—it’s a sure win. I asked Noah."
Noah Grant had dropped Owen Sheridan off before leaving.
Vera Sheridan smiled gently, patting the chair, signaling him to sit, "Calm down, he’s someone who puts interests above all else. He’ll be on time."
Maeve Holloway had analyzed that for those with NPD, once their narcissistic needs (dependency, admiration) cannot be met, they will abandon without hesitation.
Moreover, he’s a big capitalist. Even if not for himself, he has to consider the interests of the group and the Crowe Family behind him.
Vera Sheridan was sure that Ian Kane would swiftly proceed with the divorce.
Hearing her say this, Owen Sheridan felt a bit of disappointment.
He still couldn’t entirely believe that all of Ian Kane’s previous care for his sister was just calculation and a trap.
He found it difficult to accept that his sister had never been truly loved, always kept in the dark and emotionally manipulated.
His sister, beautiful and proud, also longed for pure love in her heart, and she deserved to be loved and cherished.
The more Owen Sheridan thought about it, the more unwilling he felt, thinking that Ian Kane had already physically cheated, he hated him even more!
At that moment, there was a commotion at the door.
The man in a high-end tailored suit, wearing sunglasses, with long strides from outside, walked towards them, each step exuding the arrogance of an upper hand.
It was Ian Kane.
He was followed by Elias Crowe and two bodyguards.
Vera Sheridan saw him and felt a sense of finality.
Owen Sheridan suddenly stood up, clenching his fists, ready to rush towards him. Vera caught his wrist just in time, "Don’t be impulsive."
In the air, the crisp sound Owen made was evident. He glared at the man walking towards them, whom he had called "brother" for six years and "brother-in-law" for one year. They had similar experiences.
He thought that Ian Kane would learn from the previous generation’s lessons and cherish his sister...
Owen’s eyes were bloodshot, but he managed to hold back.
A few steps away, Ian Kane paused, took off his sunglasses, and tossed them to Elias Crowe. His gaze fell on Owen, "You didn’t suffer inside, right? I already gave notice. It’s just procedure. Once your sister calms down and stops wanting a divorce, I’ll get you out."
He spoke about control and threats so righteously!
Owen was even angrier, wanting to hit him, the fire burning in his chest, "You’re truly fucking shameless!"
Ian Kane was frustrated, not expecting Owen to misunderstand him as well, "You mean you don’t trust me like your sister? Owen, you know how I’ve treated you."
"I treat you like my own brother. How could I possibly harm you? You really disappoint me."
Owen was taken aback.
Vera stood up, blocking in front of Owen, "Owen, he’s manipulating you, emotionally blackmailing you. Don’t believe him!"
Ian Kane sneered slightly, "Emotional blackmail? Have you forgotten how I’ve treated him over the past seven years? And also, Owen, I never told you. You were so young and got the Pritzker Prize, becoming the youngest award-winning designer. It was because I quietly spent a billion to bribe the judges!"
"Even real brothers, how many could do what I did?"
With those words, Owen felt as if he had been struck, his mind buzzing, his tone icy, "What did you say..."
Ian Kane frowned, looking puzzled, "Are you questioning me?"
Owen wanted to hit him, but Vera blocked him in time.
In the marriage registration hall, Owen’s roar echoed, "Ian Kane! What gives you the right to control my life?! I’d rather not have this award!"
If he had known this award was bought by Ian Kane, he wouldn’t have accepted it at all!
This was humiliation!
Listening to Owen’s words, Vera felt heartache for him and even more hatred for Ian Kane.
Ian Kane’s lips curled into a slight helpless smile, "Owen, I saved you ten years of struggle. Isn’t that good?"
He used to wish he had someone like him behind him, someone to lift him like he lifted Owen.
Owen was furious, "Ian Kane, you’re so self-righteous!"
Vera pulled him away, turned around, gave him a comforting look, and then looked at Ian Kane, urging:
"Ian Kane, it’s ten o’clock. Go handle the procedures!"
Ian Kane lowered his eyes, glanced at her, his lips curling up, his tone sincere, "Wife, I don’t want a divorce. Be good and come home with me. I swear, I’ll never physically cheat again."
Vera’s eyes widened with anger.
She didn’t expect him to still refuse the divorce.
"Ian Kane, do you really want to ruin yourself completely?" she said coldly.
Owen was also surprised.
Ian Kane’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his dark eyes flashing faint light, "Of course I don’t want that. Vera, but I don’t want to lose you even more. If exposing the video can make you calm down, I’m willing."
"I could use half my life to win you over. Do you think I care about reputation and profit? Losing you, I’d be nothing!"
He was deeply affectionate, his words revealing an unwavering refusal to divorce her no matter the cost!
Vera didn’t believe a word, "Today, are you divorcing or not?"
Ian Kane’s gaze unwaveringly fixed on her, "Vera, between us, there’s only death, not separation!"
He was also gambling, gambling that she wouldn’t really have the heart to expose him.
She loved him, cared about him!
She should know the impact on him if that video was exposed.
Vera was speechless to the extreme.
At this point, he was still performing!
She couldn’t be bothered to drag it out with him any longer. Just like Owen said, with solid proof of his infidelity, filing for divorce would be easy.
Without saying another word, she picked up her phone and opened a certain social media app. She already had a video draft stored in the backend, "Ian Kane, let me tell you something."
Ian Kane saw her about to post the video, his Adam’s apple visibly large and trembling, his very soul shook.
She really could be ruthless enough to ruin him!
In his ears echoed his mother’s words: "She’s just like your father, she doesn’t really love you!"
A man, not fully recovered from a severe illness, swayed, ready to collapse at any moment.
Vera had already clicked send.
She lifted her head, her cold, stunning face, her eyes indifferent, lips curled in a cold smile, "You forced me."
Ian Kane’s dark eyes sparked a faint light.
She meant it wasn’t from her heart.
Vera continued, "Originally, I didn’t want to make a scandal like my mother and give myself a dignified exit. But you refused to let go, won’t shed a tear until you see the coffin!"
Ian Kane faced her eyes of disgust as if he were garbage, his jaw tightened to the limit, and his bloodshot eyes filled with hurt.
