Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 110: Go Early to Veridia to Treat Your Foot

Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Go Early to Veridia to Treat Your Foot

Vera stared at the screen, her heart icy cold.

Rosalind’s desperate attempt to draw a line, along with Noah’s reputation and future prospects, pressed down like an invisible mountain, almost suffocating her.

This phone call felt more like a burden at this moment.

She only wanted to escape, unwilling to drag Noah into this murky water again.

Taking a deep breath of the cool night breeze, Vera suppressed the sourness rising in her throat and slid her fingers over the answer button.

"Senior." Her tone was calm, deliberately carrying a touch of distance.

Nolan’s deep, magnetic voice came through the receiver, with a hint of urgency: "Why haven’t I been able to reach you? Are you in trouble?"

The familiar low male voice crashed into her eardrums, and Vera’s nose suddenly felt a sting.

She forced herself to stay calm, eyes fixed on distant, blurry neon lights, "No, just watching a movie at the cinema, had it on silent, and the signal inside is poor."

Veridia, International Airport VIP Channel.

The giant floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the night and the terminal lights.

Nolan’s stance was upright, the tailored suit accentuating his broad shoulders.

Holding the phone in one hand, he strode toward the boarding gate.

Hearing her reply, the tension in the man’s furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and a hint of reassurance passed through his deep eyes.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, a faint smile tugged at his lips: 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"I consulted a few experts today. After they reviewed your foot injury films, they unanimously agreed that with systematic rehabilitation, your foot should recover for normal walking within three months."

"If fortunate," he paused, a powerful tone in his voice, "you might even be able to dance normally."

Vera shook violently!

"You... What did you say?" She instinctively looked down at her aching right ankle, her voice trembling with disbelief.

Nolan clearly repeated himself, his tone certain.

Vera swayed, instinctively clutching the lamp post beside her. A surge of great joy rushed straight to her eyes, instantly blurring her vision.

"Really? How could this be..." she murmured, past diagnoses flashed through her mind—top experts Ian had invited, doctors Nolan had introduced... All concluded helplessness.

A dark thought, like a venomous snake, darted into her mind!

Vera’s back was instantly chilled.

It’s Ian...

He never intended for her to recover!

On the other end, Nolan’s voice was cold and deep: "I suspect Ian tampered with something, intending to trap you. I’m already investigating, looking for evidence."

Vera clenched the phone tightly, the cold metal painfully pressing into her palm.

It must be him!

She slowly turned, her gaze piercing like ice picks toward the figure behind.

Several meters away, Ian was obscured in the thick night, his figure a blurred silhouette, like a shadow severing light.

He was murmuring into his phone, a tiny red glow flickering on his fingertips.

She recalled how he never minded her limp, nor regretted she couldn’t dance, just affectionately coaxed her: "You have only me as your audience, isn’t that enough?"

Back then she thought it was love to the core.

Now she realized, it was the possessive desire of treating people as private collections.

He didn’t care about her limp’s sadness, nor her ballet dreams—she was merely his possession.

Ian’s eyes lifted too.

Through the not-too-distant space, his gaze was nailed onto her, bringing a silent, suffocating oppression.

Across the line, he was ordering Jasper to deliver a photograph that could ruin Noah’s future, even impact Nolan’s election, to the Grant family’s nemesis.

"Vera." Nolan’s voice came through again, clear and strong, "The verdict will definitely be out by Friday. Then, come to Veridia at once, for treatment and rehabilitation, you mustn’t delay even a step."

He paused, "If you persist, you can certainly return to the stage."

Vera’s heart felt like it was hit by something, the aching and scorching flow rushing through, straight to her eyes.

A heart full of encouragement and emotion.

She finally understood, Nolan was introducing experts for her not because he despised her handicap as Ian said, but because he understood and cherished her dream...

"Thank you..." her voice choked slightly, her tone sincere.

Just then, the cold urging of the airport broadcast repeated clearly on the other end, announcing boarding information for the flight to Bernheim again and again.

Vera frowned, "Senior, are you at the airport?"

"Yes, an international economic arbitration case is waiting for me to handle." Nolan’s pace quickened, heading toward the boarding gate.

"Alright. Safe travels." Vera responded calmly.

All the talk of photos, threats, Mrs. Grant’s words, she pressed tightly at her throat.

At this moment, she already had a new plan in mind.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the surging hatred, and walked toward the shadow in the night.

...

A few meters away, Ian was still on the phone.

His cold gaze locked tightly on Vera walking toward him, the night wind blew his scattered hair, but couldn’t scatter the hostility in his eyes.

On the other end, Jasper’s urgent voice was still dissuading:

"Kane, once that photo is sent out, it’s completely irretrievable! The Grant family will fight you to the end, everything you worked hard for might..."

Ian’s gaze was like a cold blade, nailed onto Vera.

Every step she took was filled with stubbornness and hatred, without a trace of "turning back."

"Since she refuses to turn back—" his voice was low and icy, carrying the determination to destroy everything,

"then let Noah rot completely."

"I see how the Grant family can still tolerate her!"

Ruining Noah’s reputation meant cutting Vera’s path into the Grant family.

A man with a ruined reputation, a family about to be swept by a storm, how could they possibly accept her?

What he couldn’t have, Nolan wasn’t allowed to get either!

Jasper gasped on the other end: He’s truly mad!

Under the glow of the streetlights, Vera’s face grew clearer—full of hatred, emitting a proud defiance.

Ian’s Adam’s apple rolled, understanding she was determined not to turn back.

The last glimmer in his eyes extinguished, his tone icy.

"Send it out."

As the command was given, Vera had just arrived in front of him.