Iris Crawford kept writing while vigilantly staring at Beryl, "Do you know Serena? Who exactly are you?"
As she spoke, the flames of hatred ignited fiercely in Iris Crawford’s eyes, "I should ask, what is your relationship with Caroline Sloan, and who is Caroline Sloan? Were the events of that year all planned by you? Did you destroy the Crawford family and kill my child? What is your true intention?"
"Now that you’re here again, what do you want this time? Why are you approaching Hayden Crawford and Serena? What are you trying to do?"
Beryl showed a hint of surprise, but she took the medicine and stepped towards Iris Crawford, "As expected of the Crawford family’s eldest young lady, you saw through it, but unfortunately, the dead cannot speak, and this secret will remain unknown."
"Do you think you can succeed? Serena will be back soon; she will save me, she will personally expose all of this and pull out every one of you poisonous snakes from the shadows!" Iris Crawford said with hatred.
Beryl moved, and the bell on her waist immediately emitted an enchanting sound. Iris Crawford’s face turned pale, and her head felt like it exploded. She collapsed in pain on the sofa.
"Miss, that’s enough, don’t speak anymore, I know you’re very tired, come on, take the medicine obediently."
Iris Crawford lost her ability to resist; she was in too much pain. Beryl’s voice kept enticing her, she just wanted relief now.
Iris Crawford opened her mouth, and Beryl fed her two pills.
Soon, Iris Crawford’s pupils dilated, and she fell down.
After finishing everything, Beryl raised her hand and tore off the human skin mask on her face, revealing her true appearance.
She was the long-lost... Consort Willow.
Consort Willow had been defeated miserably by Serena Sterling and Hayden Crawford in the last battle, but fortunately, her keen sense of smell allowed her to escape.
Now that Hayden Crawford was hunting her everywhere, the safest place is the most dangerous one, so she disguised herself as Beryl and infiltrated close to the crucial figure, Iris Crawford.
Consort Willow truly hated Serena Sterling. At Serena’s hands, she had already lost her two children. Iris Crawford’s last thoughts were of Serena before her death, which made Consort Willow very discontent.
Consort Willow took out her phone and dialed a number.
Soon, the call connected, and a soft lark-like voice came through, "Hello, Consort Willow."
Consort Willow’s eyes immediately showed respect, "Princess, everything on my side is done."
On the other end was Caroline Sloan, the Merfolk Clan’s Princess.
The Merfolk Clan’s influence had long infiltrated Westria, so they knew about Isabelle Willow’s background sooner than anyone else. Over the years, the Merfolk Clan had been orchestrating everything happening to the Crawford family from behind the scenes.
"Good, now I entrust the next phase to you, it must be foolproof," Caroline Sloan said.
"Yes, Princess," Consort Willow respectfully hung up the phone.
Isabelle Willow came out and prepared to leave, but as she walked on the road, she suddenly stopped because of a terrible premonition.
Seeing Iris Crawford in such a poor state earlier, could something have happened?
Isabelle Willow couldn’t rest easy about Iris Crawford, so she turned around and went back.
Walking up to the villa’s lawn, she heard the piercing sound of ambulance sirens in the distance, and two ambulances had stopped.
The villa was brightly lit now, and someone was carrying Iris Crawford out.
Isabelle Willow’s bag instantly fell onto the lawn, her pupils contracted sharply, and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. She immediately ran over at full speed.
She pushed through the crowd and quickly saw Iris Crawford, who was now lifelessly lying on a white stretcher.
"Iris!" Isabelle Willow ran over and grabbed Iris Crawford, shaking her vigorously, "Iris, what’s wrong with you? Wake up, hurry!"
"Miss Crawford took pills to commit suicide," a doctor said.
Took pills to commit suicide?
These four words exploded in Isabelle Willow’s ears. She shook her head in disbelief. How could this be? She had just been sitting opposite her, talking animatedly!
Isabelle Willow slowly raised her hand and touched Iris Crawford’s hand, cold, cold as ice.
She remembered years ago, standing in the hospital corridor, it was also these doctors in white coats who took the child from Iris Crawford’s belly, that child was bruised all over, his body stiff, also so cold, so devoid of warmth.
"Iris!" Tears swiftly filled Isabelle Willow’s eyes, "Iris, wake up, wake up quickly! Don’t you hate me? Hate me when you wake up, I’m not dead yet, how come you’re the first to..."
At this moment, Beryl rushed over and pushed Isabelle Willow down, "Enough, stop pretending! The last person my family’s young lady ever wanted to see was you!"
Isabelle Willow, unguarded, fell to the ground, her hand scraped against the ground, quickly bleeding.
But she didn’t notice her injury, her gaze lingered on Iris Crawford. The doctors lifted Iris Crawford into the ambulance, which sped away.
Beryl looked down on Isabelle Willow, "Isabelle Willow, you’re a jinx, years ago you brought chaos to the Crawford family. Now that you returned, Miss Crawford took pills to commit suicide. Why won’t you stay away from the Crawford family!"
"Oh, I remember, you were talking in the room with Miss Crawford for so long earlier. Did you provoke her again? I suspect you did it on purpose. I’m calling the police now; you are a prime suspect!"
Beryl immediately took out her phone to call the police, and soon Isabelle Willow was taken away.
Isabelle Willow was locked in a small room, sitting curled up in a corner.
She felt very cold, with no warmth on her body, she extended her arms, hugging herself tightly, but found she was already shivering all over.
Her mind flashed with images: Iris Crawford being carried to the ambulance, the child being taken out all those years ago, the Crawford matriarch wiping her tears secretly, Jude Crawford being diagnosed with a heart disease...
Beryl was right; she was indeed a jinx, bringing calamity to the Crawford family. Read complete version only at N0velFire.ɴet
She had always known her destiny since young, bound for life, unable to pursue freedom.
Each step she took was with caution, never daring to dream, never daring to desire, leading to her indifferent and aloof nature.
Jude Crawford was an anomaly in her life.
For the first time, she wanted to possess someone, beginning to dream, beginning to desire.
These years, she had never forgotten that day when she stood amid a bustling crowd and looked up at him; the most distinguished merchant noble of Aethelgard stood on the podium, elegant and captivating, attracting all attention. That one glance felt like eternity.