Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 136: Surviving the Ordeal

That afternoon, Vera Sheridan finally obtained the long-delayed divorce certificate.

Meanwhile, hashtags like #Ian Kane Vera Sheridan Divorce#, #Ian Kane Marital Infidelity#, #Ian Kane Mental Manipulation of His Wife#, #Ian Kane Deliberately Delays Wife Vera Sheridan’s Treatment for Her Ankle Injury#, etc., surged to the top of the trending list.

Initially, netizens just thought these were yet another smear campaign orchestrated by business competitors against the "perfectly devoted husband".

Until Ian Kane’s personal social media account issued a public statement, and photos of Ian Kane being taken away by the police were crazily reposted by various marketing accounts: in the images, the man’s side profile was cold and hard, a flash of silver on his wrist.

——All doubts were instantly crushed.

The overwhelming news thoroughly tore apart Ian Kane’s facade of "devoted and faithful", exposing his habitual infidelity, mental manipulation of his partner, even resorting to sacrificing his wife’s health to maintain his sick control, all laid bare in public view.

Netizens also realized that Vera Sheridan’s limp was actually caused by Ian Kane!

Vera’s phone was practically blown up by the media. She refused to answer all calls, made no response, but just posted a message on the social media account she had registered when she was still a ballet dancer:

I will heal my ankle and strive to be myself again.

Before leaving Ardendale, she still went to visit her stray animal rescue base.

The staff saw her, hesitant to speak, but finally just gave a simple greeting.

Vera didn’t stay long, she just silently watched those familiar little figures.

She told Ms. Lewis, the director, that the subsequent funding would still be deposited into the base’s account as usual. Then she turned and left.

Ms. Lewis stood there, watching Vera’s departing back, her feelings mixed.

The affair between her and Ian Kane was making such a stir that Ms. Lewis still found it hard to believe.

As for President Kane... Ms. Lewis’s gaze involuntarily drifted to the particularly exquisite cat and dog villas in the base, which had been designed and gradually built by Ian Kane himself.

He had been bitten by a dog as a child and had psychological shadows because of it, yet he still overcame his fear for Vera, repeatedly coming to the place filled with cats and dogs.

Once, when it poured rain and the base was flooded, he helped with the rescue, soaking wet in the middle of the night... Were these actions also... just a performance?

The next day, Vera packed her simple luggage and flew to Veridia with Maeve Holloway.

The place they stayed in Veridia, including Maeve’s studio, had already been arranged during the divorce cooling-off period.

Unlike the rainy and humid Ardendale, Veridia in June was scorching sunny with dry air.

A year ago, if she hadn’t married Ian Kane, she could have stayed in Veridia and become the principal in The National Ballet.

Now——

Her mentor, Wendy Donovan, saw her and was filled with resentment towards Ian Kane.

"That wretched man!" Wendy Donovan cursed bitterly, "I wondered why that retired expert from 301 before... turns out it was all his doing!"

"And to think I even helped him! In the Nina Sullivan affair, I urged you not to be suspicious—" Wendy Donovan got more annoyed as she spoke, her voice trembling.

Her eyes were red at the corners, tears uncontrollably streaming down, her chest heaving violently as if she might suffocate the next moment.

Vera firmly grasped Wendy Donovan’s wrist, calmly comforting, "Teacher, please don’t be too upset. Fortunately, treatment is still possible now. When I came to Veridia last time, it was to secretly see a specialist. At the time, I hid it from you for fear that if word got out, Ian Kane would realize I was gathering evidence..."

"But now, all is well, the specialist confirmed it’s treatable, and the evidence is secured."

Wendy Donovan took a deep breath, wiped her tears, "Yes! It can be treated... Thank goodness... That’s more important than anything! You can still return to the stage, stand where you belong!"

Vera’s eyes lit up, deeply encouraged, her almond eyes showing confidence and determination, "Mm, I certainly can!"

Wendy Donovan cupped the back of her head, pressing her forehead against Vera’s, affectionately rubbing, sighing, "A brush with death, Vera..."

That Ian Kane was truly Vera’s ordeal!

Vera’s nose tingled, she subconsciously clenched her hands.

She had survived the ordeal, but what about Noah Grant?

"Teacher, senior brother... do you have any news about him? I still can’t reach him and didn’t dare disturb Grandma Grant." Vera couldn’t help but ask.

Wendy Donovan stiffened slightly, straightened up, sighing internally yet spoke casually:

"Vera, don’t worry too much. I heard it’s still in the investigation stage."

"The family is keeping it tightly under wraps, not letting any information leak."

She gently patted Vera’s arm, "Rest assured and wait for news, the family... is also trying to find a way."

Vera lowered her eyelids, feeling her heart sink heavily, "It’s quite serious, isn’t it? I heard Nolan just at a critical point of promotion... Senior brother himself, in this legal profession, he certainly can’t continue..."

Her voice was choked, "He was born in a family rooted in law, from a young age immersed in it, the law... almost ingrained in his bones..."

Wendy Donovan patted her arm again, her tone comforting, "Don’t blame yourself, ultimately, it’s still Noah’s own choice. This kid... never showed his feelings for you before, such a silent one! He even gave up the civil service exams back then!"

"As for being a lawyer or not." Wendy Donovan changed the subject, her tone lightening a bit, "It’s really not that important, he’s a senior partner at several top law firms overseas, with investments in various industries, he’s well-grounded."

Vera nodded, not saying anything more.

At that time, in the West District, inside a hotel-like building.

The room wasn’t big, there weren’t many items, exuding a temporary, monitored tinge of desolation.

The afternoon light slanted through the barred window, casting several distinct shadows on the clean floor.

Noah Grant sat in a chair, holding a thick hardcover book.

He wore a dark gray cotton shirt, dark trousers, his long legs crossed, focus on the book, occasionally turning a page with his long fingers.

"Knock, knock, knock." There was a soft knock on the door.

"Come in." Noah Grant responded without lifting his head, his gaze still on the pages.

The door was pushed open, Nathan Grant walked in.

He was wearing a light grey mercerized cotton polo shirt, with one button undone at the collar, revealing a bit of collarbone. Below, tailored off-white linen casual pants, on his feet, clean black leather shoes.

Hair neatly styled, he exuded a casual charm, starkly contrasting the oppressive atmosphere of the room.

He closed the door behind him, surveying the room, his gaze landing on his brother.

"Bro." Nathan called out, taking a few steps to the bed, sitting directly down, the mattress emitted a quiet "creak".

"Mm." Only then did Noah close the book, carefully tucking a thin metal bookmark into the pages he’d been reading, meticulous in his movements.

He placed the book on the table, looked up at his brother, "Why did you come over? Is there something at home?" His voice was very calm, betraying no emotion.

"Nothing, everything’s fine. Mom’s still recovering in the hospital, Dad... still the same. Big brother’s busy, I had some free time, so I came to see you." Nathan brushed nonexistent dust off his pants, leaning forward slightly, "Conditions here alright? Need anything?"

"No need." Noah succinctly said, his gaze on his brother’s face, "Any news from outside?"

Nathan grinned, a slight schadenfreude in his tone, "Ian Kane is completely done for! Admitted everything in court, now people are going crazy scolding online. All his assets were given to Vera, she even got the divorce certificate."

Noah listened quietly, his face remaining calm, his fingers on the table curling slightly, barely noticeable, then slowly relaxing.

He acknowledged with a "Mm", showing he understood.

"Vera..." Nathan curled his lips, deliberately elongating the last word, his gaze like a probe fixed on his brother’s face, not missing a single change.

The room stayed silent for a few seconds, the air seeming to freeze.

Noah’s gaze remained fixed on a point on the table, his Adam’s apple subtly bobbing.

Then, he looked up, meeting Nathan’s probing gaze with calm eyes, his tone indifferent:

"What about her?"