Isabelle Willow wanted to ask him, "Hey, are we divorced, did we get the divorce certificate, on what grounds am I the ex-wife?" But Isabelle Willow restrained herself. She felt that she was being impulsive and uncharacteristic. Her nature had always been cool and indifferent; such moments were rare. She had felt this way before—when she found out he had been involved with Zelda Willow and made her pregnant. That day, upon learning that Hayden had a high fever at Zelda Willow’s place, she had secretly hidden a knife to confront Zelda. She nearly hurt herself then, partly out of anger for Hayden, but more so because she saw Zelda’s big belly, carrying his child. Her heart ached unbearably, filled with both pain and fury, and at that moment, she truly felt like she no longer wanted to live. Chase Sullivan had once said that Jude Crawford wasn’t good to her, but she had rebutted Sullivan then, saying that Jude Crawford treated her too well. She understood better than anyone that Jude Crawford had given her half a life of care and affection. That year under the pear blossom tree, he personally put on cat ears he brought back from abroad for her, wanting to kiss her and tell her, "In the future, I’ll treat you well." "In the future, I’ll treat you well." Jude Crawford spent his whole life fulfilling this promise. Because he was so good to her, he confined her in Jill’s room, which was actually a way to protect her, sparing her from suffering, worries, and a life of instability, giving her a life where she is cherished. She had always been protected by him, leaving her a life as poetic as it could be; besides being his wife and bearing his children, she only focused on her beloved jewelry design, never having faced hardship or setbacks. So, when he had a child with Zelda Willow, all his affection for her was withdrawn, and she felt such sorrow. She admitted that she had been jealous, envious, and concerned about it back then. Now, seeing Jude Crawford with Jenny, the bad feelings resurfaced. Isabelle Willow was terribly upset, so she quickly got up and went to the restroom. Isabelle Willow stood at the sink, splashing her face with cold water. At this moment, two women beside her were chatting, "Did you see a handsome older man bringing a pretty girl for coffee just now?" Isabelle Willow paused, instinctively feeling that the handsome older man was Jude Crawford. Jude Crawford was now in his fifties, with even more defined and deep features. At this age, he didn’t show signs of aging; instead, he appeared profound and charismatic, exuding money and power, becoming the center of attention wherever he went. Especially to young, beautiful women—it’s said many of them are drawn exactly to men like Jude Crawford. As long as he wanted, Jude Crawford wouldn’t lack women. "I saw it. That older man was so charming. I say, do you think that girl is his mistress? Does his wife know about it?" The legitimate wife, Isabelle Willow, "..." Not only did she know, but she also witnessed it in person, she was right there! "Even if she knows, what then? That wife might already be old and losing her charm, a yellowed-face woman. Men, as they age, prefer younger girls. No, to be accurate, men of all ages prefer younger girls." "Right, I don’t believe in lifelong love for just one person; that’s something written in books. Men, especially, are fickle—today they love you, tomorrow they love someone else." "I saw that young girl looking at the older man, her eyes were full of stars, overflowing with admiration and love. I’m telling you, men like gentle and sweet women like that." "Some women have cold personalities and lack romance; hugging them feels like holding a block of wood. Gentle and sweet women are soft and fragrant in your arms. If you were a man, which one would you prefer?" The two women walked out of the restroom, gradually leaving. Isabelle Willow stood frozen in front of the sink. Why did she feel like those women were talking exactly about her? She had a cool personality, and given her background, she never dared to express her love for Jude Crawford. Moreover, she was shy in that aspect, unable to let go. Back then, facing the vigorous, energetic Jude Crawford, she could never keep up with his pace. Could Jude Crawford be letting go of her hand now because of these reasons, as Jenny is now the twenty-year-old version of herself, young and beautiful, with a gentleness and sweetness no man can refuse? If she were a man, she might also fall for Jenny. Isabelle Willow’s face turned pale. She looked up at herself in the mirror. For years, she had never worried about her age. The reflection in the mirror was still beautiful and charming, but compared to Jenny, she was already old. She truly was getting old. And Jude Crawford no longer loved her. Isabelle Willow felt hollow inside as if someone had gouged out a piece of her heart, making her very uncomfortable. Then came a "click" as the washroom door was pushed open again and someone new entered—this time, it was a familiar face, Jenny. When Isabelle Willow saw Jenny, she quickly composed her emotions and took a tissue to wipe her hands. Jenny approached, "Hello, Mrs. Crawford. You saw me with Jude; you shouldn’t mind, right?" Jenny spoke with a hint of pride. Content orıginally comes from 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩 Isabelle Willow didn’t want to chat with Jenny, her cool gaze falling on Jenny’s face, "What do you want to say?" "Oh, not much. Just didn’t want Mrs. Crawford to misunderstand me. Jude said your relationship is over, in the past tense. You’ll be divorcing soon, so that’s why I’m with Jude." Jenny said with a provocative yet innocent look, just like the world’s most innocent mistress. Did he say that to Jenny? Isabelle Willow’s hands hanging by her side clenched into fists, taking a deep breath, but her heart still ached dully. "Whatever he says, so be it. I’m leaving." Isabelle Willow turned and left. "Mrs. Crawford, wait a moment. I actually want to ask for your advice. What do you think of Jude? Considering his age, is he...a bit clueless in romance?" Isabelle Willow quickly denied this. He was very skilled at flirting with women in private, and indeed...a gentlemanly scoundrel. A man’s... prowess grows with age too. Jude Crawford had reached a ripe age, and just back from Alani, he had drugged her and taken her by force. Isabelle Willow wouldn’t tell Jenny about these things. She said flatly, "Sorry, I’m not sure."