Ian Kane thought that with Owen Sheridan’s feelings towards him, Owen would hesitate, shrink back, and be unable to do it.
But watching the blade stained with blood red, Owen’s eyes filled with resolute hatred and loathing, Ian’s pupils suddenly shrank, filled with shock and disbelief.
He now had the evidence of "Owen’s deliberate harm," and he should have been pleased...
Seeing the blood gushing out, Owen himself was also stunned.
This stab was infused with the fondness and admiration he once held for this "big brother," and the resentnt and hatred accumulated today!
The air was stagnant, the sll of blood pervasive.
Owen gradually let go of his hand.
Ian couldn’t feel any pain. When he looked up, he saw Owen’s arrogant face, without a trace of guilt or pity towards him.
Instead, it revealed a sense of juvenile justice, as if slaying an evil dragon.
"Ian Kane, this stab is for my sister, Carla, and for myself."
As Owen spoke, Ian Kane’s bodyguards stord in, but before they could get close, Owen coldly reprimanded them to move aside.
He took out his phone and calmly dialed "110."
Ian Kane leaned helplessly against the sofa, his face drained of color.
Soon after, dical staff ca in in droves and quickly took him for ergency treatnt.
Later, the police arrived to take Owen away.
...
Late at night, upon learning that Owen was arrested for intentionally stabbing Ian Kane, Vera Sheridan rushed to the district police station.
Due to the alleged criminal offense, Vera waited at the police station lobby until dawn before she could barely understand the situation.
According to Owen’s statent, he stabbed Ian Kane for revenge on Carla.
However, according to the police investigation, Carla was not physically assaulted in the private room; she was verbally harassed and prevented from leaving, resulting in Carla defending herself and injuring herself in the process.
There was no evidence linking this incident to Ian Kane.
Even though Martin Thorne insisted repeatedly that Ian Kane asked him to bring Carla to the event.
"Vera, when Owen rushed out with a fruit knife, I was about to stop him but was blocked by two unfamiliar n who wouldn’t let follow Owen."
Outside the police station, hearing Martin’s words, Vera felt a sudden heaviness in her heart and instantly understood—
Owen had fallen into Ian Kane’s trap!
He deliberately had people harass Carla to provoke Owen into stabbing him, leaving Owen with the evidence of harming him!
Vera trembled all over.
She limped towards the car from The Grant Family that brought her and headed straight to the hospital.
...
Ian Kane’s injury was in his lower abdon, and when Owen acted, he did hesitate a bit, deliberately avoiding any internal organs.
The hospital room was filled with the pungent sll of disinfectant.
On the white hospital bed, Ian Kane’s face was paper pale, his cheeks sunken, even his lips were devoid of any color.
He had just woken up, leaning against the headboard, listening to Elias Crowe report the situation.
At this mont, a "long-lost" figure barged into his sight.
Ian Kane’s Adam’s apple rolled.
Vera Sheridan was wearing a cream-colored thin knit sweater and a plaid long skirt, her low ponytail loosely tied, her pale face without makeup, with heavy shadows of fatigue in her eyes.
She stopped at the foot of the bed, expressionless, her cold gaze piercing straight onto his face.
Ian Kane raised his hand, made a gesture indicating Elias should leave.
The hospital room was left with just the two of them.
"Mrs. Kane," Ian Kane forced out a weak mocking smile, his voice chilly, "it’s really not easy to see you..."
Vera stared at him, her weary eyes filled with various complex emotions, "Using yourself as bait to provoke Owen into hurting you... Ian Kane, aren’t you afraid that he might accidentally kill you?"
In Ian Kane’s mind flashed Owen’s resolute eyes when he stabbed, but his mouth curved into a nonchalant smile, "What, afraid I’d really die?"
Vera remained silent.
Looking at his current frail and weak state, it felt as if they had returned to a year ago.
Back then, he orchestrated a car accident, risking his life to protect her, severely injured.
Seeing her still silent and indifferent, Ian Kane secretly clenched his fist, his tone suddenly turning cold: "Owen reported it himself, confird the criminal offense. To save him, the condition is simple—drop the lawsuit and obediently return ho."
Vera suddenly snapped back to reality, looking at him both sorrowfully and angrily, her face torn between crying and laughing, "Ian Kane! You risked your life, destroyed Owen’s future, set up this whole sche... just to force to return?"
Before she finished speaking, a tear had already slipped from her thin eyelid.
Ian Kane’s face was icy cold, "You forced ."
In her blurred vision, Vera looked at the rigid and pale face in front of her, while her mind was filled with the everlasting gentle and bright phantom—
The illusion that he ticulously acted out, deceiving her for years.
Tears stread down Vera’s face like a broken string, sliding past her jaw and neck, leaving a trail of cold and wet traces.
Her voice was hoarse and broken, carrying a desperate question, "Why... does it have to be ?"
"Ian Kane, why won’t you leave alone?"
Facing her tear-stained face, Ian Kane’s heart felt as if sothing had hit it harshly, a fleeting hint of compassion flashing across his eyes.
Yet his words remained cold: "Why do you think?"
Vera let out an incredibly sarcastic laugh, "Because of love? Ian Kane, your so-called love involved cheating behind my back, indirectly crippling my leg, using psychological control to destroy my confidence, leaving anxious and depressed every day... and now you’re targeting my only brother!"
"I could have had a brilliant life of my own! Because of you, I can’t do ballet! The betrayal and infidelity I feared most ca true without exception! Ian Kane, to what extent do you want to destroy before you’re satisfied? What exactly do you want to beco before you’re pleased?!"
"What truly is good for ? Putting yourself in my shoes, Ian Kane, do you really not understand?!"
"Ian Kane, do you really not have a bit of sincerity?"
Ian Kane was pinned in place by her relentless, heart-piercing questions.
He was used to controlling everything, never caring about anything but his desires, never truly considering how she felt?
He stubbornly believed that what he gave her was undoubtedly the best, the most top-notch in the world.
Millions of jade, two years spent building The Glimr Garden... what he gave her, weren’t they all priceless treasures other won would envy?
Yet she just... didn’t appreciate it!
A tumult of anger roiled in Ian Kane’s chest, but when his gaze landed on Vera’s tear-streaked, devastated face, his heart felt like it was gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
A very unfamiliar, panic-inducing dull pain quietly spread.
From the corner of her eye, Vera caught sight of her own tear-streaked, disheveled appearance in the mirror, jolting her suddenly awake.
She was wasting her breath on him.
He simply didn’t have a heart.
The sincerity she and Owen had given was not even worth feeding to a dog!
Yet deep in her heart, there remained a strong sense of unwillingness.
Resolutely, Vera turned around, dragging her heavy steps towards the door.
Ian Kane watched her thin figure, slightly off-balance due to her leg, fists clenched tightly, knuckles turning white.
A previously unfamiliar, uncontrollable impulse seized him, and almost instinctively, he grabbed his phone and dialed Elias Crowe’s number.
"Release him." He spoke into the receiver, his voice deep and hoarse, uttering two words.
Upon hearing it, Vera’s figure paused.
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