Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 98: Ian, I Can’t Turn Back Anymore

Release him?

Vera Sheridan thought she misheard.

How could he let go of the leverage he risked everything to gain so easily?

On the other end of the line, Elias Crowe was equally shocked, incredulously confirming, "Boss, did you say... release Owen Sheridan?"

Ian Kane’s deep black eyes reflected a moment of struggling hesitation.

His gaze fell on the thin, cold, lonely figure at the foot of the bed.

She slowly turned around, and what met his eyes was her red and swollen eyes like tender walnuts, full of sorrow, and a face streaked with hopeless tears.

Ian Kane felt as if a cold hand grasped his heart tightly, causing unbearable pain.

In his black eyes, clear panic was reflected, and after a difficult swallow, he finally said in a deep voice, "Release Owen."

Tears blurred the surprise that flashed through Vera Sheridan’s eyes, and immediately, the long-suppressed tears broke forth once more.

He... actually let Owen go.

Was he awakened by her accusations?

Or... did he have even a bit of genuine emotion for her?

Ian Kane looked at her tears that continued to flow, his face, pale due to blood loss, had lost all its usual dignity and controlling arrogance.

Only a near desperate... helplessness remained.

At this moment, without calculation or weighing of options, purely burned by her turbulent, hopeless tears, he felt flustered and at a loss.

Knowing her for seven years, he had never seen her cry so desperately.

Even when she fell off a cliff, bruised all over and with a broken ankle, she never shed a tear.

Ian Kane’s tone carried an almost imperceptible, awkward reproach: "Why are you still crying?"

"I never really intended to send Owen to jail," he looked straight into her bloodshot eyes, his voice low and honest, "I just wanted you to come back to me!"

Vera Sheridan shook her head lightly, her voice hoarse and broken, "Ian Kane, I cannot go back."

"The love you claim to have for me... is pain, is disaster."

Upon seeing his true face, all her past admiration, affection, gratitude, and emotion for him... had completely shattered.

What she once admired was the person who respected her, appreciated her ballet career, was dedicated and affectionate, and tenderly thoughtful—

The "Phantom" he painstakingly portrayed.

The real him was someone she only wanted to escape from.

Vera Sheridan clenched her hands tightly, gave him a deep, final gaze, then resolutely turned around, dragging her injured foot, limping towards the door of the hospital room.

Ian Kane watched her back, leaving without reluctance, as if something was stuck in his throat, spreading suffocating, dull pain.

"Vera!"

He called out in a deep voice, his hands clenched into fists.

Vera Sheridan ignored him, not looking back, as she left the hospital room.

As soon as she was out the door, she nearly collided with Serena Everett.

Serena Everett held a stack of exquisite thermal lunch boxes, clearly prepared with care for Ian Kane.

Remembering the unbearable scenes between her and Ian Kane, a cold sneer appeared on Vera Sheridan’s lips.

She ignored Serena Everett’s polite greeting and walked straight toward the end of the corridor.

Her steps were unsteady, each one feeling like stepping on cotton, supported only by the thought of escape.

Just then, a tall and straight figure steadily stepped out from around the corner.

The man, with broad shoulders and a slim waist, walked powerfully with a sense of urgency, exuding an air of travel-worn persistence.

The morning sunlight poured through the hallway glass, coating him in a faint golden halo, highlighting his calm and mountain-like demeanor.

It was Noah Grant.

Vera Sheridan recognized him, and her vision was immediately blurred by tears, a rush of overwhelming grievance and the fragility of finally finding reliance surged to her heart, nearly causing her to lose her footing.

Noah Grant noticed Vera Sheridan approaching, his steps subconsciously paused slightly. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

When he saw her tear-streaked, swollen-eyed, and pitifully fragile state, his brows instantly furrowed, a rare sharp glint flashed within his deep eyes, and he strode toward her with urgency.

Having rushed back overnight from Veridia, the exhaustion of continuous travel vanished upon seeing her like this.

Upon reaching her, facing her tearful, seemingly fragile countenance, the man’s hand hanging by his side quietly clenched, the knuckles whitening from the force.

He had never seen her cry like this.

"I will find him!"

Typically calm and composed, Noah Grant almost forced these words through gritted teeth, his voice low and terrifying, carrying the oppressive feeling of an impending storm.

The chilly aura he immediately exuded seemed to freeze the surrounding air even more.

Just as he was about to step away, Vera Sheridan instinctively, tightly grabbed his wrist.

"He let Owen go." Her voice was thick with sobs.

Noah Grant was slightly taken aback, lowering his gaze to feel her cold and trembling fingers, gripping him tightly.

Inside his chest, a violent turmoil stirred, the urge to destroy something was forcibly suppressed.

Without any hesitation, he securely cupped the back of her head with one hand, pressing her into his chest.

Vera Sheridan’s cheek pressed against the cool fabric of his suit, and the steady, powerful heartbeat of the man transmitted through the material.

Her forehead instinctively, deeply leaned against his solid, unwavering chest, as if finding a safe haven.

The panic she’d felt upon learning that Owen injured Ian Kane with a knife surged again, much like when she was a child and learned her mother would be imprisoned...

At this moment, leaning against him, the last ounce of strength she had been clinging to completely gave out.

Meanwhile, at the door of the hospital room, Ian Kane, disregarding Serena Everett’s anxious attempt to hold him back, withstanding the knife-like pain in his abdomen, staggered out in pursuit of Vera Sheridan.

He wanted to ask her, what would it take for her to turn back?

He could change.

He could help heal her foot, let her dance... but his mind was filled only with these pale, futile thoughts, like a drowning person trying to grasp one last straw.

But as he rushed out of the hospital room, what he saw was an unbearable sight.

Along the long corridor, bathed in warm morning light.

Vera Sheridan was nestled, without a gap, in the man’s chest, as the man’s hand gently caressed the back of her head, a loving, comforting gesture filled with a silent protective possession.

And she, too, was relying on him, obediently leaning into his embrace!

That man was none other than—Noah Grant, the thorn in his side and the splinter in his flesh!

Ian Kane’s jaw instantly tightened to the extreme, the wound in his abdomen twisted and roared with pain due to the intense emotional fluctuations.

A fire of mixed agony and jealous rage instantly burned his eyes red!