You know your own body best; Jude Crawford knew he didn’t have much time left, but now that Butler Thorne told him he only had a month, his head still buzzed. It turns out, time has been quietly slipping away, and he has reached the end of his life. Maybe he would suddenly collapse someday. "Sir... sir..." Butler Thorne was still speaking. But Jude Crawford reached out, directly hanging up the phone. The luxury car slowly pulled to the roadside, Jude Crawford stopped his nosebleed, then slumped his tall frame lazily and decadently into the seat, and gently closed his eyes. Actually, he wasn’t afraid of death; he was just afraid of dying alone. He only had a month left, and his life had officially entered a countdown; should he do something now? What does he most want to do? Jude Crawford opened his eyes; he turned the steering wheel, the luxury car swiftly took a turn and headed back. ... The most update n0vels are published on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝘯𝘦𝘵 Isabelle Willow wanted to go back; she knew Jude Crawford no longer liked her, that he had fallen for Jenny. Even if she spoke in the car earlier, he wouldn’t have stayed. She would only be humiliating herself. But when she reached the apartment entrance, her footsteps suddenly stopped. Her mind was filled with scenes of Jude Crawford and Jenny about to be together, tearing at her nerves, causing her unbearable pain. She had to stop it all. She didn’t want to endure anymore; it had been so hard to hide her love all these years, but every thought was filled with him. Isabelle Willow turned around and quickly ran back, but Jude Crawford’s car was already gone. She looked up and saw Jude Crawford’s car just ahead; the luxury car took a turn and disappeared from her sight. "Jude Crawford!" Isabelle Willow shouted, and then chased after his car. She chased onto the street, only to see the luxury car merge into traffic. She could only quicken her pace to catch up, "Jude Crawford, wait a minute!" Jude Crawford, wait a minute! She had so much to say to him. To tell him how much she loved him. There was a red light ahead, and Jude Crawford’s car stopped. Isabelle Willow’s eyes lit up; she seemed to see hope, getting closer and closer to him. The night breeze scattered her hair as she sprinted with all her might down the street, chasing his car, pursuing her long-time love. She felt she had finally stepped out, wanting to embrace him tightly. Just as she was getting close to the luxury car, a motorcycle appeared out of nowhere, "Ah! Move aside! Hurry and move!" Isabelle Willow couldn’t dodge in time, and the next second, the motorcycle collided with her, throwing her heavily to the cement ground. "I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?" The motorcycle rider quickly got down to check Isabelle Willow’s injuries. Because the rider had braked at the last moment, Isabelle Willow wasn’t thrown, but she fell hard on the ground, and her legs went numb instantly. Isabelle Willow looked up, only to see the light turn green, and Jude Crawford’s car sped away. Jude Crawford was gone! Isabelle Willow struggled to stand, but her legs felt like they were being pricked with needles and wouldn’t obey; she couldn’t get up. She was so close just now, but now he was far away again. Jenny was still in his car; had he and Jenny already... Thinking of this, Isabelle Willow’s eyes turned red, feeling utterly useless. Is this really the end for him and her? Fate was unavoidable; she was destined not to reach his side. Tears quickly welled up in Isabelle Willow’s eyes, her lashes trembling, and large drops fell down. Then, suddenly, a pair of polished black leather shoes appeared in her vision; someone had come. Was it Jude Crawford? Isabelle Willow quickly lifted her head, thrilled, but when she saw who it was, the light in her eyes quickly faded. It wasn’t Jude Crawford, but Chase Sullivan. Chase Sullivan brought Isabelle Willow back to the apartment; her knees were scraped, and Chase Sullivan helped to bandage her wounds. "Chase, how did you get discharged so quickly?" Chase had been beaten in the City of Aethelgard and was hospitalized for a while, but he quickly got out. Chase looked at Isabelle Willow and smiled, "I’ve recovered, so I naturally got discharged." "Chase, I’m really sorry; it was Jude Crawford who sent those people after you. I’m apologizing on his behalf." Chase smirked; she could apologize for Jude Crawford’s mistakes, thinking of Jude Crawford always as her family. "Yara, were you crying over Jude Crawford earlier on the street?" Isabelle Willow’s eyes were still red as she lowered her lashes gloomily. Chase already had his answer, and he thought he had let go. When she told him she loved Jude Crawford in Aethelgard, he had already given up. "Yara, I’m here to say goodbye to you; I’m leaving." "Leaving? Where are you going?" Isabelle Willow asked, surprised. Chase revealed a serene smile, "I want to travel and see the world, Yara. Take care of yourself." Isabelle Willow understood; Chase had finally let go of his obsession. She nodded, "I will, Chase, and you take care too." Chase’s tone shifted, "Yara, there’s something about the past I want to tell you." "What is it? Tell me." Chase was about to speak, this was the darkness in his heart. Back when she and Jude Crawford were to be married, he and Zelda Willow had conspired to deceive her; he wasn’t kidnapped at all, and now he wanted to confess everything. Moreover, he wanted to confess to Jude Crawford that back then, Isabelle was innocent with him, nothing had happened, and the child she was carrying was his—Jude Crawford’s. Past events are like fleeting clouds; at this moment of truly letting go, Chase sought redemption. He admitted these years he had become base under the overshadowing of Aethelgard’s prodigy, Jude Crawford; his crippled leg wasn’t Crawford’s doing but his self-inflicted consequence. But before Chase could speak, the doorbell suddenly rang, "Ding-dong," someone was here. Isabelle Willow got up, walked over, and opened the apartment door. Outside was a tall, deep presence; Jude Crawford had returned, Jude Crawford was here! Isabelle Willow saw Jude Crawford’s familiar handsome face, and her pupils constricted rapidly. She stood there, stunned, at the sight of wind-battered Jude Crawford at her door. Wasn’t he sending Jenny home? Wasn’t he supposed to be appreciating Jenny’s tea-making skills?