Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 211: You’re Not Happy?

Shannon Zane caught the word "deception," her face darkened, and her gaze instinctively fell on Vivian Langdon.

On the hospital bed, Vivian Langdon’s fingertips secretly clutched the bedsheet, staring blankly at the ceiling, surrounded by an aura of desolation.

"Mrs. Langdon is right, I deceived you. I deliberately attempted suicide to gain sympathy."

Shannon Zane was shocked, seeing her without any will to live, she quickly realized that Vivian’s heart had turned to ashes, causing her own heart to wrench.

Laura Sterling saw Vivian Langdon continuing her act, wishing she could go over and slap her a few more times!

Her fingers trembling, she pointed at the scheming girl on the bed, gritting her teeth in anger: "Vivian Langdon! You’re only moved to tears when facing your doom! Go ahead, your retribution is inevitable."

Shannon Zane protected Vivian Langdon by the bedside, facing Laura Sterling with unprecedented arrogance.

"Mrs. Langdon, take a look clearly, this isn’t twenty years ago!"

Her mind flashed back to when the other party used money and power to humiliate her, forcing her to leave, her chest subtly heaving with agitation, her voice laced with smug coldness:

"I haven’t settled the score with you for framing Vivian, yet you dare to lecture my daughter in front of me? Perhaps you forgot, I am now the Third Lady of the Hale Family, even Marcus Langdon must show me respect!"

Upon hearing this, behind her, Vivian Langdon’s lips curled into a hint of proud smile.

Laura Sterling’s lips curled into a sneer, as if she heard some lowly joke.

No matter how gloriously Shannon Zane marries into, in her eyes as the first wife, she is still that lowly third party!

She chuckled, "The Third Lady of the Hale Family... what a grand stature! Since that’s the case, do you dare to publicly admit that Vivian Langdon is the illegitimate daughter you bore while being the third party, and openly support her?"

"Instead of doing everything in secret, leaving the Langdon Family to take the blame!"

Shannon Zane’s pupils shrank suddenly, clenching tightly to her handkerchief, her face darkened.

On the hospital bed, Vivian Langdon’s heart was also in chaos!

She would rather die than let others know she is actually an illegitimate daughter!

Laura Sterling stepped forward, her words cutting like knives, hitting the soft spot, "Shannon Zane, weigh your worth properly, gambled half your life to birth a son, gaining status as Third Master Hale’s continuation wife, don’t end up being unwelcome in the Hale Family."

Shannon Zane’s molars were nearly crushed, her chest heaved dramatically, yet she could not muster a word to rebut.

Vivian Langdon saw her being rendered speechless, clutching the bedsheet tightly, her bandaged left wrist instantly staining with conspicuous crimson.

Her voice hoarse and defeated, "Just go... back to your son, your family. I was meant to be unnecessary."

Her words pierced Shannon Zane’s heart like needles.

She just opened her mouth—

"Knock knock knock."

A knock on the door, outside, a nurse came to check the room and change the dressing.

Shannon Zane took a deep breath, quickly donning sunglasses and a mask.

"Vivian, Mommy will come to see you next time." She glanced at Vivian’s turned back, "Don’t do anything foolish."

After speaking, she didn’t spare Laura Sterling a look, straightened her back, and left the ward.

Once Shannon Zane left, Vivian Langdon slowly turned her face, her gaze fixed hauntingly on Laura Sterling, "You accuse me of living in shadows, but what about you? Do you dare to tell everyone right now that you, Laura Sterling, secretly raised your husband’s illegitimate daughter for over twenty years? Do you dare?"

Laura Sterling felt a stab in her heart, glaring at Vivian, "You still dare to be arrogant!"

Vivian Langdon’s pale lips curled into a derisive smile, "You despise me yet pinch your nose to raise me, outwardly playing the mother-daughter affection, you’ve made a spectacle of yourself..."

Laura Sterling’s chest tightened, her heart aching sharply. She cast a fierce glance at Vivian Langdon and brushed past the entering nurse, left the ward. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

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After the nurse left, Vivian Langdon grabbed her phone, about to post a sympathy-seeking tweet, when she saw Vera Sheridan’s news trending.

"Official Ballet Association confirms Vera Sheridan representing the national dance troupe in Lorraine."

"Vera Sheridan rejects exorbitant endorsement fee, claims she wants to focus on preparing for Lorraine."

"Vera Sheridan and Milo Hale to partner for Lorraine’s ballet duo challenge prize"

Vivian Langdon stared at the publicity photo of Vera Sheridan beaming on the screen, her nails deeply digging into her palm.

More ironically, the LB Coaching Team she was once obsessed with was now guiding Vera Sheridan, helping her prepare for the final push in Lorraine.

To maintain focus and increase efficiency, Vera Sheridan moved into the national athletes’ training base for closed training Monday to Friday, with weekends off to relax.

After half a month of coordination, she smoothly partnered with the LB Coaching Team, although her duo dance with Milo Hale wasn’t fully in sync yet.

Milo Hale now holds the title of undefeated premier male actor in the domestic ballet troupe, his skills refined and exquisite, lacking only a prestigious award to cement his international reputation.

After another week of closed training ended, Vera Sheridan, armed with a vintage monogram LV handbag, exited the base gate with Milo Hale.

Dusk fell, a gracefully lined black Gus awaited silently in the sunset glow, steady and noble.

The rear car door opened, Noah Grant stepped out.

A person she hasn’t seen for a week wore a sharp dark suit, his figure tall and upright, prestigious and composed.

Vera Sheridan felt a warmth spread through her heart, her week’s exhaustion dissipating instantly, her steps sped unconsciously toward him.

Milo Hale halted his steps, his gaze fell on Vera Sheridan’s light steps resembling a little girl’s.

Once Vera approached, Noah Grant extended his long arm and pulled her into his embrace, Vera Sheridan turned, waving at Milo Hale.

Noah Grant nodded to acknowledge him.

Milo Hale pressed the car key, bade them farewell, and got into a silver Porsche, driving off.

Inside the car, the atmosphere was ambiguous.

Vera Sheridan almost drowned in the man’s fervent kisses, a muffled protest escaped her throat before he released her. Yet his large hands measured her body from top to bottom, whispering by her ear about her slenderness.

She rested her head on his shoulder, her breath hadn’t steadied for a long time.

The air thick with his potent hormones and interwoven with strands of high-grade ebony fragrance.

"What’s the plan for tomorrow?" After a while, he brushed aside the stray hair by her cheek, his voice lazy.

"I agreed with Milo Hale to go to the dance troupe to coordinate the duo dance part," Vera Sheridan replied truthfully.

As soon as she finished speaking, his hand tightened slightly on her waist.

Vera Sheridan felt a sharp pain, lifted her eyes, and met his deep and unreadable gaze.

His jawline tightened, his thin lips pressed into a firm line, silent, the air around suffused with subtle pressure, causing her heart to tremble.

"Are you... unhappy?" She tentatively asked.

Probably discontented that she couldn’t accompany him?

Noah Grant lowered his eyelids, remained silent.

He released his grip on her waist, leisurely removed his mechanical watch. A soft "click" sounded, clear enough in the quiet car to tighten her scalp.