This was the first time Isabelle Willow saw Zane Crawford, and at this moment, Zane Crawford crashed unguarded and forcefully into her sight. Is this... his second son? Is this... the son he had with Zelda Willow? Years ago, Isabelle Willow knew that Zelda Willow had a son, but she didn’t dare to meet him, so she never saw him. It turned out that over these years, this son had quietly grown up in a place she didn’t know, turning into such a handsome and graceful figure. Actually, she had also wondered what his second son would be like. Though his biological mother was Zelda Willow, his genes would have inherited from him, so they wouldn’t be bad. But Isabelle Willow never imagined that this son would be so outstanding; his brows and eyes were clean and elegant, quite unlike his mother at all. Zane... Craw...ford... Isabelle Willow silently recited the name in her heart, so he was called Zane Crawford, such a melodious name. "Grandma... Grandma..." Isabelle Willow quickly snapped back to reality, meeting the concerned eyes of little Pip, "Grandma, what’s wrong with you, your face is so pale, and your hands suddenly became cold." Is it? Isabelle Willow suddenly realized that her whole body was cold, and her heart ached dully—yes, how could it not hurt? This was the son of him and Zelda Willow. She minded it in her heart, and she also once had a daughter, but that daughter was no more. "Pip, Grandma is fine, shall we go back?" Isabelle Willow left the mall with little Pip. Just then, little Pip looked up and saw a familiar figure across the street, exclaiming, "Grandma, look, it’s Grandpa." Isabelle Willow raised her eyes and saw Jude Crawford. Jude Crawford had just come out of a commercial office building across the street. Today, he wore a black wool coat, stable and upright. As he descended the stairs, those strong, long legs were powerful, walking with an imposing presence; he was the captivating charm of a mature man, exuding a subtle aura of intimidation. Butler Thorne followed respectfully behind Jude Crawford. "Grandma, look, there’s also a pretty lady beside Grandpa. Who is that lady?" Little Pip asked in confusion. Isabelle Willow also saw that there was someone beside Jude Crawford—Jenny. He was actually with Jenny. Butler Thorne opened the back car door, and Jude Crawford and Jenny got into the car one after the other, and the luxury car sped away. He drove away with Jenny. "Grandma, Grandpa left early this morning; could it be that he is with this pretty lady?" Little Pip pouted unhappily. Isabelle Willow withdrew her gaze, her expression indifferent, "Pip, you don’t understand adult matters." "Grandma, I understand; that pretty lady likes Grandpa, she’s seducing him!" Little Pip huffed angrily. "Grandma, I’ve got it! Last time, another pretty lady tried to seduce my dad, and I overheard it at the door. My mommy directly tackled my dad and said she wouldn’t let him get out of bed the next day. Grandma, let’s hurry home. I’ll help you tackle Grandpa, and you can make sure Grandpa can’t get out of bed the next day!" Oh, my, what kind of parents are Hayden and Serena to not avoid talking about bedroom secrets like that, which will surely lead little Pip astray. Serena Sterling, "..." I did not! Hayden Crawford, "..." Dream on, I never even dreamt of such a good thing! Isabelle Willow frowned, no, she needed to have a good talk with Hayden. She raised her eyes and looked again in the direction where the luxury car disappeared—was he still entangled with Jenny? Jude Crawford happened to meet Jenny by chance, and Jenny got out halfway. "Sir, are we going home now?" He had been at the company all day and hadn’t gone home yet. Jude Crawford took out his phone from his pocket. It was empty—she hadn’t called him or sent him any messages. He tossed the phone onto the seat beside him. Although she agreed to be his wife for a month last night, he knew she was unwilling. If he hadn’t cornered Chase Sullivan, she wouldn’t have agreed. Although he managed to keep her with him, he still couldn’t win her heart. Read complete versıon only at 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚~𝙣𝙚𝙩 Actually, he wished that while he was working outside, he would receive a call from her. Actually, he wished that when he came home, he’d see a dim, warm lamp she left for him. Actually, he was very greedy; having just got her to return to being his wife, he wanted to win her heart. He was afraid he couldn’t control himself, so he left early this morning. Jude Crawford gently closed his eyes, raising his hand to pinch his tightly furrowed brow. The maid asked, "Madam, the sir hasn’t returned yet; shall we wait for him to have dinner together?" Little Pip looked into the night outside, "Grandma, it’s already eight o’clock; is Grandpa not coming back tonight?" It’s quite late now, and Jude Crawford still hadn’t returned. Isabelle Willow patted little Pip’s small head, "Pip, are you hungry?" Little Pip stuck out his tongue bashfully, "A little." Isabelle Willow looked at the maid, "No need to wait, serve dinner now." In the dining room, Isabelle Willow and little Pip sat facing each other. Little Pip pointed at a dish of soup, "Grandma, I want to drink that soup; it looks so good." Isabelle Willow picked up a small ladle, intending to serve little Pip the soup, but her motion suddenly halted. Because this was Goji Berry and Bullwhip Soup, it was a tonic for men. Little Pip couldn’t drink this. Isabelle Willow quickly turned to one of the maids, "Who prepared this soup?" "Back to the Madam, this soup was... it was ordered by the old madam far away in the City of Aethelgard for us to prepare." The old madam expressed that even if she wasn’t present, her intentions were—the package has been received! "This morning, we received a box of ingredients, including this bullwhip, sent by the old madam, saying it was for...for the sir to stew soup, to nourish him well." The maid said, her face turning red. Isabelle Willow didn’t know what to say. "Grandma, what’s wrong with the soup? I want to drink this soup." Little Pip looked at the bullwhip soup, drooling. Usually, he didn’t show such liking for any dish, but just by smelling the fragrance of the bullwhip soup, little Pip couldn’t wait. What to say to little Pip? Isabelle Willow put down the ladle, "Pip, this soup is not for drinking." "Why? Is this soup specially prepared for Grandpa?" Seeing little Pip’s innocent eyes, Isabelle Willow’s gaze flickered, and she answered vaguely, "Yes." Little Pip nodded, forming an ’OK’ with his fingers, reassuringly, "I understand." At this moment, two bright white beams of light came from outside, piercing through layers of cold dew at night. Soon, the elegantly carved dark wood door opened, and a wave of chill came rushing in, accompanied by a tall, upright silhouette. Jude Crawford had returned. The maid quickly squatted down to change his shoes. Jude Crawford lifted his slender fingers to take off his coat and placed it on the sofa before turning to enter the dining room.