Serena Sterling smiled mysteriously, "I have an idea, but I’ll need Grandma’s help." The old Mrs. Crawford tapped Serena on the forehead, implying that she’s a clever, adorable little girl. "Serena, hurry up and tell me, I’m all ears," the old Mrs. Crawford said eagerly. Serena reached out and took the old Mrs. Crawford’s arm, "Grandma, there’s no rush with this idea. Just now, I heard Butler Thorne say you didn’t have dinner tonight. I know you’re worried about Uncle Crawford and Aunt Iris, but you must eat to stay strong. You’re the pillar of the Crawford family, and you mustn’t fall. I still need your help, so please have dinner now, and once you’re full, I’ll share my good idea with you." Old Mrs. Crawford quickly laughed and lovingly stroked Serena’s long hair, "Serena, you’ve even plotted against Grandma now." "So Grandma, are you going to have dinner or not?" "I’ll eat, I’ll eat!" Serena smiled gently, resting her head softly on the old Mrs. Crawford’s shoulder. She wore a floor-length dress tonight, its hem trailing as she stood calmly and wisely beside Mrs. Crawford, accompanying her to smile at the ups and downs of the Crawford family over the past thirty years. Her voice was soft, "Grandma, trust me, everything will get better." The old Mrs. Crawford was startled, then quickly straightened her back and nodded. She knew her time as the family’s matriarch was nearing its end, and someone else had arrived to take her hand and lift the burden of the Crawfords from her shoulders. She had waited many years for this. The old Mrs. Crawford knew that Serena would do even better than she did. Jude Crawford slept through the night, waking up the next morning. He hadn’t rested well last night, with memories swirling in his mind, now leaving his head pounding. Jude went to the bathroom and, standing in front of the sink, felt an itchy, iron-tasting sensation in his throat. He knew his body best, aware that his heart condition was worsening and his health deteriorating, fearing he didn’t have much time left. The will was already written, and he had nothing unresolved; The Crawford Group had Hayden, and the Crawford family had Serena. Even if he left, it wouldn’t fall apart. The only thing he couldn’t let go of was Isabelle Willow. No matter what happened between them, he had cherished her for so many years. If he died, what would become of her? Perhaps it would be better if she accompanied him in death? Jude now deeply desired to see her. Jude grabbed his car keys and left. He knew Isabelle had gone to an apartment last night. Hayden had many properties here, naturally settling his mother comfortably. For more chapters visıt N0v3l.Fiɾe.net Jude drove all the way to the apartment, then took out his phone and dialed Isabelle’s number. The phone rang melodiously over and over again, but no one answered. She didn’t take his call. Jude thought she must still be angry; after all, he had wronged her twice, and she wouldn’t forgive him easily. Forget it, it was indeed his fault. If he coaxed her well, she would forgive him. Jude reached out to open the car door. But the next moment, he froze, for when he glanced up inadvertently, he saw a familiar figure through the windshield on the street corner, Isabelle Willow. Isabelle wasn’t in the apartment; she had just come downstairs. Soon Jude saw another familiar figure; it was... Chase Sullivan. Chase had come to Aethelgard from Westria, now standing below Isabelle’s building. Isabelle and Chase were standing together now, and this scene directly halted Jude’s motion to open the car door, his deep eyes zeroing in on the two people. Isabelle spoke to Chase about something, and Chase reached out to embrace her directly, the two standing in an embrace on the street corner. Jude’s eyes narrowed sharply at this scene, the corners of his eyes flushed with anger, and his hands clenched tightly on the steering wheel, veins bulging. Chase was a thorn in his throat, causing an enduring ache whenever agitated. Jude quickly suppressed his handsome eyes, using every ounce of restraint and self-control to hold back the impulse to rush up and separate them. He ought to make Chase disappear from this world! After a long time, Jude slowly unclenched his tightly gripped fingers, feeling the metallic taste again in his throat. This time, a mouthful of blood spurted directly from his mouth. Crimson blood splattered onto his shirt, fingers, and car, still warm to the touch. He was the one who forcefully took what wasn’t his; Isabelle had never loved him, not even a little bit. Jude now understood deeply that she had never loved him. Jude reached out to wipe the bloodstain from the corner of his lips, then stepped on the gas, turning the car around and speeding away. At this moment, a luxury extended limousine slowly parked on the other side, Serena sitting in the back seat. Her bright eyes watched Jude’s departing car through the polished glass window, then fell upon Isabelle and Chase. "Madam, this time, Sir must really be heartbroken. He’s been chasing after her for so many years, and now he’s exhausted," Butler Thorne remarked. Serena propped her chin, pondering, "Let’s switch it this time and have Aunt Yara chase after Uncle Jude." Butler Thorne looked at Serena in disbelief. Serena smiled gracefully, her voice clear and composed, "Butler Thorne, how’s the matter I asked Grandma to handle coming along?" Butler Thorne promptly responded with respect, "Replying to Madam, once the old Madam took your task, she tackled it non-stop. All the noble ladies and heiresses of Aethelgard have been sent to her, for her to select from. But... Madam, why are you choosing these ladies? Young Master called earlier, joking that anyone unaware might think you’re picking out a harem for him." Hayden dared to say such a thing, a harem, how amusing. Serena blinked her long lashes, "Next time he calls, tell him these beauties aren’t for him but... for his father!" Butler Thorne stared at his young mistress in shock. She... she was actually picking a bride for her father-in-law? Serena’s bright gaze landed once more on Isabelle and Chase not far away. She clicked her tongue playfully, "Poor Hayden, Dad wants to remarry, and Mom wants to get married too, can’t stop them at all~" "..." Butler Thorne broke into a cold sweat, pleading, "Madam, please don’t scare me, where is all this coming from?" Serena curled her lips mysteriously, "Let’s go back."