Having received Hayden Crawford’s promise, Julian Rathborne stepped down from the stage. Hayden Crawford looked at Serena Sterling. Their eyes met, and he lifted the corners of his thin lips, his voice deep and charming, "Serena, you came?" The tenderness in Serena’s eyes quickly welled up into a swirling vortex. She nodded, "Yes, I came. You did this on purpose, didn’t you?" Hayden grabbed both of her small hands, "Yes, today there isn’t a so-called fake wedding, the wedding is real. This wedding is between you and me. Serena, I still owe you a wedding." This scheming man, he really planned everything step by step, layers upon layers. He had planned this for Melody Ashworth, and also roped her into it. "But... didn’t you say you couldn’t forgive me?" "Serena, I know everything now." "I know, I know everything. I know about those three years, Serena, I’m sorry, I was late. When you needed me most, I wasn’t by you or the children’s side." His low voice was filled with lingering affection and heartache, causing Serena’s eyelashes to tremble. She didn’t know he had figured it all out. Actually, she was very strong and could pretend not to be hurt or afraid. In the end, even when giving birth, she could face the solitude and danger alone. But now, hearing his voice filled with such tender blame, her heart softened, and the feelings of grievance, tenderness, and helplessness suddenly spread. Before meeting this man, Hayden Crawford, Serena thought she could handle jerks and face deceitful people. But since meeting him, she became timid, soft, and reliant. The embrace he offered was overwhelming, making her want only to lie in his arms. Hayden Crawford looked at her tear-stained eyes, reddened nose, and lips, appearing so pitiful. Hayden slowly knelt down on one knee, took out a ring from his pocket, "Serena, should I propose to you now?" For more chapters visit novel·fire.net "I had prepared a speech beforehand, but now I’ve forgotten it. It’s my first proposal, and I’m a little nervous, so I hope you can forgive me." "Serena, four years ago in Bayside, during our first meeting on the train, I fell for you at first sight. If you ask me what I like about you, I adore your wit and playfulness, your unmatched beauty. Before meeting you, I never thought of what kind of girl I would like. But after meeting you, I realized you fulfilled all my imaginations. Whatever you have, I cherish." "Because I adore you, I don’t want to be apart from you. Because of my admiration, I want to bond with you. Because I cherish you, I want to promise a lifetime to you today. In the future, as long as the heavens endure, we won’t part. You are irreplaceable in my life’s flow of time. I will hold your hand tightly and lead you to the ends of the earth." Crystal tears rolled down like broken beads, uncontrollably. Her slender, soft shoulders trembled, and Serena couldn’t stop crying. Mr. Crawford proposed to her. So moving, so romantic. The only person in the world who could make Hayden Crawford kneel, probably was her. The entire wedding venue was silent. Everyone heard Hayden Crawford speak enchanting whispers to Serena with his magnetic voice, making almost one’s ears pregnant, promising a lifetime of marriage. Those high-society women had tear-stained eyes; it was someone else’s wedding, but they cried like stray dogs. "Get married! Get married! Get married!" Someone started cheering, and then everyone joined in clapping and cheering. The moonlight tonight was beautiful. Serena, amidst her teary gaze, lifted her red lips and slowly handed her small hand to him, "Mr. Crawford, even if the world swirls in chaos and hearts are sinister, I will accompany you in laughter for countless times, never speaking of parting sorrow." This was also her promise to him. Hayden Crawford gently placed the ring on her ring finger. But then Seraphina Linden’s voice suddenly came, "Yara! Yara!" Hayden’s actions paused. Serena quickly turned her head. Isabelle Willow was just with Seraphina Linden, but now Isabelle was nowhere to be seen. "Mommy, what happened, where did Aunt Yara go?" Serena immediately went offstage. "Isabelle was just here. I was watching your proposal, and during a moment of inattention, she disappeared." Seraphina said. At this moment, Jude Crawford strode over, his deep and sharp eyes swept across the room, "No need to look, someone must have taken her away under the guise of the proposal." Isabelle Willow was nowhere to be found. No one expected this sudden twist during this century wedding, forcing it into a halt. Hayden looked at Corvus, "First, evacuate the guests. Caden, Pip, who took your grandma away? I’ll leave it to you to find out." Pip made an "OK" sign, "Don’t worry, Daddy. This person actually dared to kidnap Grandma right under our noses. They’re really bold. We’ll teach them a good lesson." Everyone reached the VIP room. This was the first time little Caden Crawford and Pip worked together. The two genetically talented little ones quickly tracked down a black van. "Daddy, Mommy, we found it. It’s this van that took Grandma away." Serena looked at the license plate of the van, then frowned slightly, "The King of Nine Peaks! This is a van from The Manor of the Ninth Spire. Axel Ashworth secretly took Aunt Yara." "Axel Ashworth?" Hayden contemplated the name; his eyes took on a dangerous, ink-like hue, "Why would he secretly take my mom away?" Hayden may not understand, but Serena already guessed. She walked to the polished floor-to-ceiling window, raised her long lashes to look at the distant sky. It seems Axel discovered something about Aunt Yara, and Hayden’s identity couldn’t remain hidden. She always wanted to protect Hayden’s familial mystery, but it was still uncovered. Westria and Alani, separated by a vast sea of blood feud, where would she and Hayden go? The wedding, which was abruptly interrupted, seemed like a bad omen. At this moment, Hayden walked over and looked at Serena, "Serena, what’s wrong? Do you know something or, are you hiding something from me?" Serena knew this couldn’t be hidden any longer. She glanced at Hayden, then at Jude Crawford. Jude stood aside, his deep eyes fixed on her. Serena softly said, "Mr. Crawford, do you know who Aunt Yara is? Aunt Yara isn’t the Willow family’s daughter, she is the long-lost princess of Westria."