Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 96: You Won’t Hurt Me (First Update)

This money, she gave it to help her brother, Owen Sheridan. As for other things, she is powerless.

Martin Thorne glanced at the bank card, evidently taken aback.

Both Owen Sheridan and Carla Thorne were also stunned.

Martin Thorne hesitated to accept it, "Vera Sheridan, I appreciate your kindness, but I can’t take this money. Even if Carla were married to Owen, I wouldn’t take it."

That was his true feeling. Besides, the Thorne Family’s business still depended on Ian Kane. His purpose in coming was to follow Ian’s intentions while hoping for Vera to change her mind.

Since Vera clearly wouldn’t change her mind, accepting this money would only make Ian more resentful towards him.

Understanding this, Vera Sheridan didn’t try to persuade him further, seeing his apprehension towards Ian Kane.

Martin Thorne got up and looked at his daughter, "Carla, come home with me first."

Instinctively, Carla Thorne shook her head, tightly gripping Owen Sheridan’s wrist, fearing that her father might break them apart for business reasons.

Owen gently caressed the back of her head, "Behave, go home with your uncle first, I’ll figure out a solution."

After saying that, he turned to Martin Thorne, "Uncle, Ian Kane never engages in unprofitable ventures. If he’s willing to invest in the Thorne Family’s project, it must have a very high return rate."

"I know some senior executives in the investment community. Let’s see if anyone can help you find new investors."

Martin Thorne nodded on the surface, appreciating Owen’s sense of responsibility in his heart.

However, in the business world, who dared to touch Ian Kane’s share, even if it was something he discarded?

Carla buried her face in Owen’s chest, rubbed against it, reluctantly turned to go with her father.

The father and daughter left the apartment.

Only Owen and Vera remained.

"Ian Kane, that bastard!" Owen cursed, picking up his phone to scroll through contacts as he sat on the sofa.

Vera noticed the tremor in his fingertips, his reddened eyes.

Her own heart was also in turmoil.

"Owen, I’m a burden to you. Keep this money in case the Thorne Family is driven to desperation and it’s needed urgently."

Owen lifted his eyes, "Sis, don’t blame yourself. In the past, the Thorne Family benefited from Ian Kane’s help because of you too."

Those benefits were also given considering his status as a brother-in-law.

Owen couldn’t help but wonder if all the kindness Ian Kane showed him was merely to control his sister.

Vera patted his shoulder, searched through her phone for business resources to give him.

Owen dialed the numbers one by one, asking for assistance.

...

In the hospital room, Ian Kane sat behind his desk, looking at the stock market on his computer screen.

Elias Crowe came in to report the situation.

"Owen didn’t compromise, Martin took Carla home first. He repeatedly asked me to express his loyalty to you, hoping you and your wife can be loving, so the Thorne Family can benefit. But he couldn’t persuade Owen."

"His wife gave them two hundred million for emergency funds, but he didn’t accept it."

Ian Kane turned off the screen with the power button, his thin lips tightly pressed, his gaze resting on the wedding ring on his unnamed finger.

"Tell Martin to bring his daughter to accompany some old lechers with drinks tonight; you don’t need my detailed instructions afterward, do you?"

Elias Crowe sucked in a breath, "Boss, are you taking it out on the girl?"

Ian Kane shot him a glance, "My target is Owen."

"You tell me, seeing his girlfriend humiliated, knowing I arranged it, what do you think Owen would do?"

Elias Crowe, "..."

Owen doted on Carla so much, afraid even a little fall would hurt her, if she got humiliated, wouldn’t Owen go crazy with rage?

And, with his sister Vera being manipulated, betrayed, and hurt by Ian, it wouldn’t just be venting he’d seek, he’d want to kill him.

He suddenly realized that Ian Kane was using himself as bait to lure Owen to intentionally hurt him, leaving evidence to force Vera back.

Looking at the refined and dignified Ian Kane, Elias Crowe secretly muttered: Lunatic!

He wasn’t afraid that Owen would really stab him to death!

However, this lunatic once staged a car accident just to move Vera, even wandered on the verge of death!

Elias Crowe gritted his teeth in secret, "Boss, I understand."

Ian Kane held his head in one hand, with a helpless tone, "I’m forced to do this."

"Remember, just scare the girl, don’t overdo it."

...

In the midst of Martin’s desperation, he received "instructions" from Ian Kane, like grabbing a lifeline.

He dared not delay, attended the business dinner tonight with Carla, thinking Ian had given him a way out.

During the time he was loaded with alcohol and left for the washroom.

His pampered daughter was in the private room, force-fed alcohol by old men.

Their eyes were glued on her with slimy expressions, words obscene, hands daring to reach for Carla’s waist.

Carla snapped instantly; she had never suffered such an insult!

Fear was drowned by overwhelming anger.

She swung her arm fiercely, "Smack—!" A crisp sound as she harshly slapped the greasy face!

The force was so strong, her palm tingled with numbness.

Others were stunned.

Everyone was dumbfounded by this sudden change.

The slapped CEO was enraged instantly, his face turning liver-colored red, long gone was any grace.

In extreme shame and drunken provocation, he viciously pushed back!

"Ah!" Carla was caught off guard, her slender body staggering as she fell backward, her forehead hitting hard the cold, sturdy desk corner.

Sharp pain exploded, beads of crimson blood immediately welled up, tracing her smooth forehead and trickling down, staining the pure white dress gown a stark red.

When Martin returned, all he heard were the sobs of a girl and the angry roars of men from inside, desperately trying the doorknob that wouldn’t turn.

...

Owen received a cry for help from Carla amid his meeting with potential investors.

He found her in the hospital.

On the hospital bed, Carla was pale, forehead wrapped in thick bandages, suffering a mild concussion, wearing a torn ball gown.

Seeing Owen, her pale little face streamed with tears, "Honey... I-It hurts..."

Hearing her frail cries, Owen’s sanity snapped.

Martin squatted against the wall, weeping bitterly, "It must be Ian Kane’s revenge, it must have been arranged by him!"

Hearing this, Owen’s eyes instantly turned bloodshot.

He grabbed the fruit knife from the nightstand and stormed out of the hospital room.

Carla’s cries failed to stop him.

Martin, terrified, followed quickly, wanting to tell him Carla wasn’t really harmed by those men but was blocked by two strangers outside.

...

Owen kicked open the door to Ian Kane’s hospital room.

In one glance, he saw the man sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, dignified and elegant, flipping through a newspaper.

Ian Kane, seeing his rage-filled expression, slightly curled his lips, "Owen, what’s wrong?"

Feigning ignorance!

Right in front of him, the knife’s tip pressed to his forehead, Owen gritted his teeth, "Ian Kane, you beast!"

Ian Kane met the intense hatred and resentment in Owen’s eyes, momentarily recalling his former gaze full of admiration and the times he drank on his behalf during banquets.

His Adam’s apple bobbed.

He used his long white finger to lightly push the knife away, a slight smile at the corner of his lips, "Owen, you won’t harm me."

"I’m forced by your sister, all I want is for her to come back—"

Before he could finish, his body froze as he slowly lowered his head, watching the white knife plunge into the deep blue robe...