"Madam, are we leaving now?" Butler Thorne was becoming increasingly unable to understand what this young madam was thinking. Outside, Mr. and Mrs. Crawford were in an urgent situation, yet this young madam remained unhurried and composed.
Serena nodded, "Yes, we’re going back."
"But what about Madam over there..." Butler Thorne glanced at Isabelle Willow and Chase Sullivan outside.
"Oh," Serena seemed to suddenly remember, "Are you feeling unjust for your Mr. Crawford? It’s simple, let’s vent your anger for Mr. Crawford. Let’s find a few people to tie up Mr. Sullivan and give him a good beating."
"..." Butler Thorne looked at Serena, as if to ask, are you serious, madam?
Serena curved her red lips, "I am serious."
Butler Thorne looked into the young madam’s clear eyes, which seemed to be filled with a reassuring and convincing strength. He made a firm decision, no matter the consequences of dealing with Chase Sullivan, he was going to follow the young madam to the very end, "Alright, I’ll follow Madam’s orders."
Serena was satisfied, "Butler Thorne, let’s go back. It seems like Mr. Crawford’s little white lotus will be turning 20 soon. We can rush back to Westria and celebrate her birthday on the way."
Butler Thorne felt invigorated; the matter with Iris Crawford seemed resolved, and they were about to head back to Westria. It seemed like the young madam was setting her sights on young master Hayden and his little white lotus, Caroline Sloan.
Butler Thorne silently prayed for young master Hayden, "Amitabha, young master, you’re on your own now!"
On the street, Isabelle Willow was hugged by Chase Sullivan, but she quickly pushed him away.
She hadn’t slept since returning from Jude Crawford’s place last night, tossing and turning. In the morning, feeling dizzy, she received a call from Chase Sullivan, who was waiting downstairs.
In her haste to come down, she forgot her phone.
Seeing Chase Sullivan, he didn’t say a word and just embraced her.
"Chase, don’t do this. I’ve always remembered the kindness you showed me in our childhood. Later, when you got caught up between me and Jude Crawford, I felt guilty. But I’ve said it before, I don’t have any romantic feelings for you."
Chase Sullivan had loved Isabelle Willow for so many years, and if he could let go, he would have long ago. "Yara, I heard you and Jude Crawford returned to the City of Aethelgard, even to the old Crawford estate. Are you planning to reconcile? Don’t forget he killed your child with his own hands, who was actually his own child too!"
Isabelle Willow curled up in pain. Actually, nothing happened between her and Chase back then; it was all an act.
Back then, Iris Crawford had spoken to her, and knowing Jude Crawford suddenly had a heart condition, she felt the suffering of everyone in the Crawford family was due to her, and she wanted to leave.
But Jude Crawford held her tightly in his grasp, giving her no chance to escape.
So, that day, she brought Chase to Jill’s room, intentionally letting Jude, who returned prematurely, see them.
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The child was Jude Crawford’s.
Reaching that point, she’d lost direction, and he, after one night of drunkenness, also slept with Zelda Willow, who then got pregnant. There hadn’t been a more difficult time; this marked the end of their path.
"It wasn’t only his fault back then, I was also to blame..." Isabelle Willow said hoarsely.
Chase Sullivan quickly grasped Isabelle Willow’s shoulders, shaking them, "Yara, at this point, you’re still defending him? He cheated with Zelda Willow and treated you this way..."
"Enough, Chase!" Isabelle Willow interrupted him directly, her cool almond eyes looking at Chase, "Between me and him, none of you are qualified to judge. Whether he treated me well or not is not up to you to decide!"
Chase’s pupils constricted; she was defending Jude Crawford so fiercely, rejecting any criticism of him.
She shut the entire world out but opened the door only for Jude Crawford.
He stared at Isabelle Willow in a daze, "Yara, you’ve fallen in love with him, haven’t you? You’ve fallen for him!"
Isabelle Willow lowered her lashes and, after a long time, softly replied, "Yes, I love him and haven’t stopped for a single second."
Chase Sullivan stood frozen in place, his hands falling powerlessly from Isabelle Willow’s shoulders.
Serena flew back to Westria with Isabelle Willow. At the airport, Serena, holding Isabelle’s hand, suddenly said, "Yara Auntie, look, it’s Mr. Crawford!"
Isabelle Willow raised her eyes and saw Jude Crawford.
Jude Crawford had just stepped out of a long business car; he too was flying back to Westria today. He wore a gray shirt and black trousers, walking with an air filled with mature charm, profound and aristocratic, exuding a subtle dominance.
Butler Thorne followed respectfully behind Jude Crawford.
"Yara Auntie, look, there’s a pretty girl with Mr. Crawford. Who is she?" Serena asked innocently.
Isabelle Willow also saw the young, beautiful girl walking beside Jude.
The girl looked to be about twenty, with a face somewhat resembling a younger Isabelle Willow.
This girl seemed to carry the shadow of a nineteen-year-old Isabelle, who had married Jude Crawford during her prime.
The girl wore a long white dress, captivating and lovely, walking next to Jude, while chatting with a bright smile.
Jude’s sharp, handsome face remained expressionless, very indifferent.
The girl’s eyes sparkled as she looked up at him, filled with admiration and affection, delicate like a bird in its nest.
Isabelle Willow froze on the spot; she hadn’t expected that in just one day, a girl had appeared beside Jude, a girl who looked somewhat like her!
"Yara Auntie, who is that girl? Why is Mr. Crawford with a pretty girl?" Serena asked.
Isabelle Willow didn’t respond, her hands cold and without warmth, "Serena, let’s go."
"Yara Auntie, anyway, Mr. Crawford is flying back to Westria too. Let’s have him give us a ride; his private jet is free."
"..." Isabelle Willow didn’t want to travel with Jude Crawford, she tried to pull Serena away.
But it was too late; Serena quickly waved her small hand and shouted, "Mr. Crawford, what a coincidence, we’re here!"
Jude Crawford turned his head, his deep, narrow eyes landing on Isabelle Willow.