Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 109: No One Can Lay a Finger on Her!

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: No One Can Lay a Finger on Her!

"I truly apologize."

Before Vera could respond, Rosalind continued:

"Our Noah, he acted impulsively and without discretion. You are a married woman..." She emphasized these words, eyes fixed on Vera, "His inappropriate behavior was indeed disrespectful, and also... absurd."

Vera frowned deeply.

Rosalind’s tone was filled with apology, "As his mother, I sincerely apologize to you on his behalf. I hope, Mrs. Kane, you... won’t take it to heart, and please understand, he was momentarily confused and made an untimely joke."

As she finished, she leisurely tidied her spotless sleeve.

On her well-maintained hands, the valuable jade ring glinted coldly in the dim light.

Upon hearing the words "a married woman," Vera already understood her implication.

This wasn’t an apology at all, it was a way to draw a line with her.

She denied Noah’s feelings toward her, reducing them to a momentary folly, an offense, a joke.

It was also an indirect reminder for her not to have any undue expectations regarding Noah’s actions.

Vera’s hands, clasped on her knees, tightened repeatedly, her nails almost digging into her palms, the sharp pain in her palms barely suppressing her choking throat and stinging eyes, maintaining the last trace of courtesy and composure.

She straightened her almost stiff back, wearing a smile.

"Mrs. Grant, you’re being too serious. This matter... I’ve just learned about it too. Senior Grant has only ever been like a brother to me."

She secretly took a deep breath, smiling, "This issue, I will consider it as never having happened, rest assured."

Rosalind quietly listened till she finished, her exquisite face revealing little emotion in the dim light.

"It’s best if you think this way. Our old lady at home also likes you and treats you as her own granddaughter." Her tone was gentle, yet carried the weight of a senior’s sincerity.

"However, Vera, things... don’t simply end because you decide to disregard them," Rosalind shifted her tone.

She lowered her voice, "I learned about this from Mrs. Crowe."

Vera was taken aback.

"Mrs. Crowe is very concerned, saying that your husband, Mr. Kane, is emotionally agitated, and in his words greatly misunderstands you and Noah, even threatening... unpredictable consequences."

This indeed was what Rosalind heard from Mrs. Crowe.

The photo of Noah kissing Vera was also orchestrated by the Crowe Family to reach Ian Kane.

The Crowe and Grant Families usually kept to themselves.

They needed to pacify Ian Kane, the "glove", without letting things escalate to truly offend the Grant Family, so they conveyed the news to The First Mrs. Grant.

Rosalind observed Vera’s suddenly pale complexion, her tone becoming more earnest, "Vera, I don’t intend to meddle in your family matters."

"But you must understand, Noah’s father holds an important position, the Grant Family draws attention, countless eyes are on us, hoping for us to slip. The slightest slip can be magnified by those with ill intentions, becoming a weapon against your Uncle Grant."

Of course, Vera understood, the moment she saw the photo these thoughts had crossed her mind.

"Mr. Kane is your husband."

"What misunderstanding between spouses can’t be talked over calmly? What you should do now is immediately return to his side, reassure him, clearly explain that this is all a misunderstanding, calm him down to prevent the issue from escalating."

Vera instinctively wanted to retort.

Rosalind reached out, gently patting the tense back of Vera’s hand, "You are a smart child, you should understand, only if you go back and calm Mr. Kane, can this matter truly settle, not implicating anyone."

"Especially... Noah’s future cannot be ruined by a moment of impulsiveness. This is... the most dignified way to resolve it."

Saying this, Rosalind thought about how her son had increasingly used his power improperly and interfered with the justice system for Vera, becoming more irrational, and her heart was in turmoil.

Such matters were invisible landmines for families like theirs!

She must resolve this swiftly!

Just like seven years ago...

Vera’s forcefully held smile had long turned rigid and faded, leaving only a pale white.

At this moment, "Grant Family’s reputation," "Mr. Grant’s career," "Noah’s future" were weighing heavily on her frail shoulders.

And the only path ahead, so clear it was suffocating—withdraw the divorce lawsuit.

The air inside the car was so deathly still it seemed frozen.

After an indefinite pause, Rosalind’s voice finally sounded again, "Miss Sheridan, shall I have the driver take you to a hotel?"

—Returning to the Grant Family Estate was, of course, no longer an option for her.

This seemingly considerate arrangement was actually a disguised expulsion order.

Gradually coming back to her senses, Vera’s eyes were filled with an unfathomable weariness.

She didn’t even have the strength to maintain a fake smile, her voice was as light as the wind ready to disperse.

"No need to trouble you, madam. Please just let the driver stop by the side of the road."

The car slowly glided to the roadside and stopped steadily.

Vera pushed the car door open, the night wind instantly enveloping her thin body.

She straightened her back, not turning back, taking steps forward one by one.

Soon, the red-flagged car disappeared into the traffic.

Vera wandered aimlessly.

Then, from behind, two dazzling white lights suddenly tore through the night, a Phantom silently approached, stopping precisely by her side.

The car door was flung open, a tall, imposing figure emerged, exuding a terrifying hostility.

Ian Kane swiftly positioned himself in front of her, his towering figure instantly shrouding her in a heavy shadow.

His sharp gaze roamed her face, not missing a single trace—

The forced calmness, the deep exhaustion in her eyes, and the traces of the pale, rigid smile lingering at her lips.

He reached out, grabbing her slender wrist with such strength it seemed he might crush her bones.

"Did Noah’s mother trouble you?" his voice was terrifyingly low, each word seemed squeezed out through clenched teeth, seething with fury.

Vera was his, he could torment her, imprison her, but no one else was allowed to lay a finger on her!

Despite the pain from his grip, Vera did not struggle.

She tugged at her already rigid lips, as if opening a wound.

"Ian Kane." Her voice was faint, yet icy, "What are you pretending to be a savior for now! My current embarrassment..." She paused, her gaze piercing straight into his eyes, "Wasn’t it your handiwork, meticulously orchestrated and constantly pushing me?"

"Wasn’t my suffering all caused by you?"

Ian was stunned as if struck hard in the chest!

Vera no longer looked at him, decisively heading into the deeper night, stumbling.

After taking a few steps, the phone clutched in her palm suddenly vibrated.

On the screen, the words "Senior Grant" flashed...