CHAPTER 33: CHAPTER 33: DON’T TRY TO GUILT-TRIP ME

"Have they not slept together recently?"

"Madam, no, they are still sleeping in separate rooms. But Vera has been undergoing psychological therapy."

"What good is psychological therapy! Poor Ian, a man almost thirty, married for nearly a year, and still hasn’t consummated the marriage. How can he bear it? If people find out, they’d laugh their heads off!"

In the silent hospital corridor at night, the woman’s spiteful and resentful voice echoed.

This conversation was something she had secretly recorded when her mother-in-law visited their villa and questioned Maeve.

Vera slowly put down the phone, "You heard it, right? She knew long ago."

After speaking, she faced Ian Kane’s livid face and apologetic eyes.

Under the stark light, the man’s tall nose cast a shadow of gloom, and his voice was hoarse, "Why didn’t you tell me earlier? You kept enduring her silent anger."

Vera gave a bitter smile.

Because of him.

She also thought her mother-in-law’s last words weren’t wrong, that it’s challenging enough for a man almost thirty to endure celibacy and be tolerant of her illness, she didn’t want him caught between conflicts between his wife and his mother, facing dilemmas.

"You go in and see her, I’ll head home first." She didn’t want to face the hypocritical old lady inside right now.

Nor did she want to see the helpless look on his face.

If he really was caught in the middle and it was too hard, she could only back off.

In the past, she naively thought that as long as he loved her enough, all the problems wouldn’t be problems.

Just as Vera was about to walk away, Ian Kane grabbed her wrist, leading her into the ward.

In the ward, Jean Crowe leaned against the headboard, silently shedding tears, a few strands of gray hair falling at her temples, making her look several years older.

She glanced up at them as they entered, her eyes dull, "You’re here."

"What exactly is Vera’s illness? Can it be cured? Huh?" looking utterly devastated.

Seeing her still acting, Vera clenched her fists tightly and turned her back.

Ian Kane’s face remained livid, "Mom, stop pretending! We are all family, I really don’t understand why you had to do this! You’ve known about Vera’s psychological issues for a long time but pretended not to while constantly saying things like gaining weight is good for conception to provoke her."

At his words, Jean Crowe’s face turned pale, clenching her fists, her lips purple and trembling.

Vera also turned around, not expecting Ian Kane to directly tear open this matter with the elderly lady who was just resuscitated.

He has always been a filial son.

Ian Kane held her hand, his warm palm wrapping around hers, "Vera knew you knew, playing dumb, enduring you, cherishing this family, and then you?"

"We will not pursue IVF, I will wait for her to heal, and as for children, we’ll let it happen naturally!"

Every word he said was resounding.

A warm current surged through Vera’s heart.

But Jean Crowe clutched her chest, appearing to have difficulty breathing, her face pale, "Ian Kane, have you lost your mind! Didn’t I say those things out of concern? It was for your sake!"

"If you don’t get your grandfather’s shares, you’ll have to give up the president position! Ian Kane, once you lose power, do you think you could still command the same respect and authority in The Kane Family as you do now?"

Ian Kane’s jaw tightened, "Mom, regarding Grandpa, I will find other ways to fight for it!"

Vera slowly turned her head, looking up at his cold and handsome profile.

Back then, she was also attracted by his abilities.

Jean Crowe, however, laughed, tears streaming down her cheeks, "Ian Kane, you’re really naive!"

"Your grandfather let you inherit the group because he valued your ability, and now that the Kane Group is strong, he deliberately set this condition knowing Vera couldn’t conceive, what for?"

"Use and then discard, kicking you out!"

"To let his favorite elder son’s family inherit the family business and benefit without effort!"

Vera was severely shaken.

Old Master Kane did indeed favor the eldest son’s family, while Ian Kane’s father was the least favored. It was said his playboy behavior was to get the old master’s attention.

Ian Kane held onto her hand tightly, "Mom..."

He hesitated, was it because his mother hit the nail on the head?

Jean Crowe’s voice was hoarse as she asked him, "Can you be content with that?"

"I’m not content!" she shouted hysterically.

It was as if she was shouting out grievances that had been suppressed for years.

"After your dad died, they threw mud on me, saying I lacked morals, trying to drive us mother and son out of The Kane Family, to take our share of the wealth.’

"How many years of pride and dignity have I had?" Jean Crowe’s eyes were wide and hollow, the corners red, looking at them.

Her appearance made Vera’s heart feel blocked.

She also understood how difficult it had been for Ian and his mother in the Kane Family.

At that moment, Jean Crowe suddenly uncovered the quilt, getting out of bed, and barefooted, she approached Vera, bending her knees, and Vera quickly held her arm, "Mom! What are you doing?!"

Ian Kane circled around Jean Crowe, wrapping an arm around her waist, preventing her from kneeling, and shouted, "Mom!"

Jean Crowe, "Vera, I’m begging you!"

"Ian is suffering too much, and I feel so sorry for him! Just try IVF first and shut the old man’s mouth!"

Vera looked at her tear-streaked face, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Ian Kane forcefully pulled Jean Crowe back to the bed, coldly reprimanding, "Mom! Stop using moral kidnapping on Vera!"

Jean Crowe turned her back, pulling up the quilt, and started sobbing.

Vera was led out of the ward by Ian Kane, who instructed the maid standing guard at the door, "Keep an eye on the old lady."

It seemed he knew his mother would resort to the tactics of crying, making a fuss, and threatening to hang herself?

Back in the car, Ian Kane took a neck pillow and placed it around her neck, "Honey, I’m sorry for being too harsh to you back in Veridia."

He could distinguish between her and her mother-in-law’s issues long ago, so she wasn’t bothered anymore, "You didn’t know either."

Ian Kane chuckled, "The dawn is breaking, get some sleep first. Don’t mind what my mother said, as for Grandpa, I will fight."

Vera’s heart fluttered, she tilted her head, gently leaning on his shoulder, "It will be tough for you, won’t it?"

Ian Kane interlocked his hands with hers, "Feeling sorry for me?"

Vera sincerely hummed an "Mm," "I don’t want you to be too tired."

If she didn’t have psychological issues, she would surely actively cooperate with him to have a child sooner.

Ian Kane’s magnetic voice had a hint of laughter, "With my wife saying this, nothing feels too tiring."

Vera smiled sweetly, but her mood gradually became heavy; she didn’t want him to be too tired...

Returning home, the sky in the east was already showing the white of dawn.

After taking a shower, while hanging up the towel, she saw Ian Kane standing on the balcony, smoking.

The man’s back exuded a sense of solitude and fatigue, and the ashtray on the windowsill was piled with cigarette butts like a small hill.

She went over to advise him to stop smoking, without blaming him.

Back in the room, lying in bed, she couldn’t fall asleep.

By late morning, she silently made a decision in her heart.

Ian Kane had sacrificed so much for her, she should also consider and sacrifice more for him, instead of thinking about retreating when encountering problems.

Maeve Holloway found Vera at the hospital, seeing her coming out of the specialist clinic, grabbed her hand, and pulled her into a corner.

"Vera, are you crazy? It will be very painful!"