Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 121: Racing Toward the Cliff Without Hesitation

Chapter 121: Chapter 121: Racing Toward the Cliff Without Hesitation

The revelation caused an uproar among the guests, and they instantly broke into a commotion!

The sound of gasps, stifled exclamations, and hushed discussions buzzed around, merging into a wave of noise.

In the eye of the storm stood Ian Kane, like an ice sculpture, surrounded by an oppressive and suffocating aura.

The bodyguards by his side were well-trained, their sharp gazes silently scanning the room, exuding intimidation.

The noisy discussions abruptly ceased.

The atmosphere was dead silent, everyone was as quiet as cicadas in cold weather.

The long-suppressed resentment in Vera Sheridan’s heart finally exploded. She shot a cold glance at Ian Kane, and just as she was about to sit down, her gaze met Jean Crowe’s.

Jean’s face was livid, her eyes swirling with undisguised malice and scorn, her lips tightly pursed downwards, forming a sarcastic arc.

It was as if Vera rejected not a car but the generous grace of the Kane Family, and that look could swallow her alive.

They hated her for not knowing how to appreciate the gesture!

Martin Thorne stood up with difficulty, raising his voice to break the impasse and save Ian Kane’s face.

"Vera, President Kane is sincere; he cherishes the hard-won feelings between you two and earnestly wishes to reconcile with you!"

While speaking, he kept making eye signals to Vera, hoping she would consider The Thorne Family and maintain decorum.

Vera’s lips curled into a mocking smile, standing her ground: "I don’t see any sincerity, only pestering! The court has already ruled, yet he maliciously appeals, deliberately dragging things on without a divorce!"

Ian Kane’s eyelid twitched suddenly, and his eyes grew even darker under the shadow.

Martin didn’t expect her to not only reject the opportunity to back down but also publicly stomp on Ian Kane! His forehead was instantly covered with fine cold sweat from anxiety.

"Vera!" Jean Crowe could no longer tolerate it, slammed the table, and stood up, causing the cups and plates to rattle, "Clearly, you wronged my son! In the year you married him, he never even—"

"Mom!" Ian Kane’s low, cold voice abruptly cut off Jean Crowe’s impending hurtful words, carrying an undeniable authority.

His gaze swept lightly over his mother, and that invisible pressure choked Jean Crowe’s throat, forcing her to close her mouth unwillingly, her chest heaving and eyes burning with fury.

Ian Kane turned to Vera, his expression indifferent.

He picked up a glass of wine, the expensive mechanical watch on his wrist reflecting a cold and steady light.

Vera’s gaze, however, was pinned on his shirt cuffs—those glaring cufflinks were the Qixi Festival gift she had given, now a sarcastic reminder of the disgraceful past in the troupe’s dressing room.

Silently mocking her past.

Having said that, he turned to Owen Sheridan and Carla Thorne, who were tense on the main stage, raised his glass slightly, "Wishing you both a lifetime of happiness together."

With that, he raised his head and drank the strong liquor in the glass in one go.

"Mom, we’re leaving." He put down the empty glass and directed his gaze at Jean Crowe, indisputably.

Subsequently, Ian Kane turned and strode away with steady steps, leaving under the silent escort of the bodyguards.

Jean Crowe’s expression returned to normal, and before leaving, she gave Vera a fierce glare, then maintained her dignified poise as a lady, and followed with her head held high.

The Thorne couple felt like they had received a great pardon and chased after them to see them off respectfully.

Vera suppressed her surging emotions, turned to face the uncertain crowd, and raised an elegant and poised smile, her voice clear: "I apologize for disrupting everyone’s meal with my personal affairs. Today’s true protagonists are my dear brother Owen and his beloved Carla Thorne at their engagement banquet! As a sister, I offer my most sincere blessings, wishing them eternal unity and inseparable togetherness!"

While speaking, she smiled and raised her glass to the pair on the main stage and signaled to the waiter: "Please present my gift."

It was a pair of dazzling, million-dollar top-tier couple watches.

Under the emcee’s skillful atmosphere-lifting and soothing music, the strained atmosphere in the banquet hall began to relax and became lively again.

In the lounge.

Ian Kane stood with his back to the door, facing the floor-to-ceiling window.

A "ding" sound was heard as the lighter ignited a blue flame. He lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply, the smoke blurring his somber face.

"Bang!" The door was suddenly pushed open, and Jean Crowe briskly entered in high heels. The "click-clack" sounds echoed in the silence like drumbeats, striking the tense nerves.

She stopped behind Ian Kane’s tall but stiff back.

"Ian Kane!" Jean Crowe scolded sharply, "I told you long ago, Vera is just like that short-lived father of yours!"

Ian Kane’s back went rigid, biting the cigarette butt, his jaw tightened into sharp lines.

The glass reflected his deep, turbulent eyes, boiling with violent storms.

Jean Crowe pointed at his back, her chest heaving painfully, with a look of having high hopes disappointed:

"Ian Kane! I told you long ago, Vera is just the same as that short-lived father of yours in her bones! Selfish, cold-blooded, she will never truly love you!"

"Can’t you see? Even if she didn’t catch you cheating, wasn’t she still going to divorce you? Her heart has long since left you!"

"Look at yourself, what have you become?! Kneeling in the rain for her, getting stabbed by her brother, losing tens of billions!"

"Even today, dragging my old face here to flatter the Sheridan siblings! And what happened? They didn’t appreciate it at all, instead they publicly trampled you and the Kane Family’s face underfoot! She has not a single shred of affection or nostalgia left for you!"

Jean Crowe was genuinely furious, looking at her son’s stiff back, she sighed softly, her voice softening a bit.

"Ian, mom knows you’re hurting inside, your father’s situation is the deepest thorn in your heart, you always want to prove yourself to him, to be better than that bastard child, but he left so early... became a thorn in your heart!"

"Now, Vera is the same. For Noah, she refuses to turn back, and you’re desperately trying to hold onto her."

"Ian, accept it! In their eyes, they see you as worse than trash! None of them will want you!"

The word "trash" pierced Ian Kane’s eardrum like a thorn.

He suddenly raised his hand and angrily crushed the smoldering cigarette butt with his bare hands!

The burning pain came instantly, but he seemed completely oblivious.

Outside.

Vera Sheridan, just looking for a quiet corner to catch her breath, inadvertently walked to the outer room of the lounge and clearly heard Jean Crowe’s words inside.

She froze against the wall, her fingertips deeply embedded in her palm.

A cold chill crawled up her spine.

In an instant, Ian Kane’s suffocating obsession, his crazy possessiveness, his unwillingness to let go... it was all unveiled like a mist cleared away!

He projected his feelings for his father onto her, to compensate for the deep-rooted fear and despair of not being acknowledged!

He held onto her like a drowning man clinging to a piece of driftwood, desperately trying to prove that he was not "trash," trying to prove that he was worthy of being loved and needed!

Vera held her breath, like escaping from a flood or a beast, quietly and swiftly retreating.

Inside, Jean Crowe stepped forward, almost touching Ian Kane’s arm, her voice filled with sobs and fear, "Son! If you keep being so stubborn, how is your mother supposed to live?"

"You’ve suffered so much to gain power, if you keep going crazy for that woman, they will take advantage and seize your empire!"

She was truly afraid.

Her son, always prioritizing interests and ambitions growing up, had now gone mad, willing to give up his life, money, and even power and empire just to hold onto Vera!

At that moment, Ian Kane suddenly turned around, his face dark, eyes frighteningly hollow. He strode past Jean Crowe, heading straight out, marching quickly out the door.

In the corridor, Vera had just walked a short distance when a gust of violent wind rushed at her from behind!

Alarm bells went off in her mind, and she turned around in terror—

Ian Kane’s tall, oppressive figure was already right in front of her!

He wrapped his long arm around her waist, one hand covering her mouth before she could scream, dragging her towards the elevator!

Vera struggled valiantly, kicking and hitting, but was forcibly abducted.

The elevator descended straight to the underground parking lot, where Ian Kane snatched the keys from the driver, strapped Vera into the passenger seat, securing the seatbelt.

The Phantom’s engine roared, speeding away.

"Ian Kane! Are you crazy?! Stop the car!!" Vera’s screams echoed within the enclosed car, nearly tearing her throat apart.

However, the man in the driver’s seat was like a stone carving, oblivious.

His chiseled side profile was taut, his hollow eyes locked forward, and the gas pedal was floored.

Vera took out her phone to make a call, her fingertips barely touching the cold device when Ian Kane’s arm darted over!

Fast as lightning, with an irresistible force, he snatched it away without looking, and with a flick, tossed it out the open window.

Vera’s eyes widened, "Ian Kane, what do you intend to do?!"

The man remained unresponsive, his aura oppressive.

The Phantom sped along, heading towards the Tristone highway.

From the blazing afternoon sun to the encroaching dusk, and then into complete darkness.

The car raced along the silent mountain road, rounding a bend, and the familiar outline of The Glimmer Garden appeared.

The Glimmer Garden!

There wasn’t a single light, under the pale moonlight, it resembled a giant tomb.

Noah wanted to demolish it before, but it was preserved due to Ian Kane leveraging the Crowe Family’s influence.

But it was long destroyed inside.

Especially the climbing rose that clung to the wall—the Iceberg Rose.

Ian Kane’s gaze lingered on the ruins for less than a second, his expression unchanged, only his Adam’s apple moved, and his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

The Phantom roared with a dull growl, continuing to charge up the steep mountain road!

The outline of the mountaintop came into view under the headlights, growing closer!

Vera’s eyes widened in horror, her heart nearly leaping out of her throat.

In front of the car, was the mountaintop where they once watched the sunset, and also a cliff!

"Ian Kane, stop the car!" Vera’s shout was piercing.

Ian Kane seemed not to hear, his eyes still hollow, his lips even curling into an eerie arc of what seemed like relief.

The Phantom roared, hurtling unhesitatingly towards the cliff.