Isabelle Willow didn’t understand why he wanted to say such things to her, Zane Crawford was superior and distinguished, it was normal for him to love his son. Isabelle Willow nodded, "I know." In the future, she would also try to accept Zane Crawford, work hard to forget that past between him and Zelda Willow, and from now on he and she would be fine. "Jude, actually there are some things I want to tell you, me and Chase Sullivan... "Yara, don’t say anything, I’m tired, I want to sleep for a while." Isabelle Willow wanted to confess everything to him, but when she looked up at him, his eyes were dark with fatigue, she nodded, "Okay, Jude, we’ll talk about it tomorrow." Jude Crawford didn’t reply, he seemed to have fallen asleep. Isabelle Willow raised her hand and gently covered him with the quilt. At this moment, Jude Crawford suddenly spoke again, and this was the last sentence of his life, "Yara, call me husband, let me hear it." She had never called him husband before. Isabelle Willow blushed, she buried herself in his embrace and called softly, "Husband~ Jude Crawford slowly curled his thin lips, although there were many regrets in life, it was complete. He hugged her tightly in his arms, the entire world began to quiet down, and all the strength in his body was draining away, his consciousness gradually becoming dim. Who is crying, who is laughing, one finishes singing while another begins the performance, all the hustle and bustle of the world gradually faded away from him. In such a late night, he dreamt of returning to those bustling times. In the hospital, voices were continuous, he stopped in his tracks and saw her, a story began to unfold. The girl with the cold elegance bent down to pick up money, she came to his feet, stunning his eyes. He once followed his mother to the temple, in those days, the Crown Prince of the Crawford family attracted the attention of the pilgrimage guests, a wandering monk approached, smiled and said whose young man is this, shining so brightly, you and I are destined, I give you a marriage fortune stick. He never believed in Buddhism, turned and left. But the wandering monk took out that marriage fortune stick, he looked at it. On it was a line of Sanskrit "The song has not ended, yet the people have drifted apart, how deep the love, yet shallow the fate." Love has always been deep, yet fate shallow. Only now did he truly understand. Jude Crawford closed his eyes, the entire world was filled with that scene from the grand marriage, she wore a red wedding dress. Jude Crawford slowly curled his lips, his breath halted. On XX year xx day, this business empress Jude Crawford peacefully departed from this world beside the person he loved most, ending his legendary life. Pitter-patter, it suddenly started raining outside. Isabelle Willow slowly opened her eyes, now she was still in Jude Crawford’s arms. From last night, Jude Crawford had maintained this posture, holding her tightly in his arms. Waking up in the arms of a lover, how blissful it is, Isabelle Willow looked up at him, "Jude, wake up, it’s time to get up." Jude Crawford would be unable to respond to her anymore. Isabelle Willow moved a little, quickly noticing something was wrong, his body was cold and already stiff. "Jude... Jude, what’s wrong?" Isabelle Willow reached out to push him, soon, the big hand he had on her waist loosened, powerlessly falling to the bedsheet. Isabelle Willow’s breath hitched, her mind went "buzz," as if she sensed something, she slowly reached to his nose, there was no breath there anymore. Isabelle Willow’s pupils constricted, at this moment, the whole world collapsed in front of her. Many things that happened afterward, Isabelle Willow couldn’t remember clearly, it seemed Butler Thorne rushed in, followed by the doctor pronouncing his death, a coffin was set in the villa, the world was chaotic, so many people, so many footsteps, yet he, always quietly lay there. Isabelle Willow sat beside him, not shedding a single tear, she felt that he was not dead. Butler Thorne was full of grief, his voice choking up several times, "Ma’am, Mr. Crawford left you two things." Isabelle Willow’s face was pale as paper, those almond eyes unfocused, she blankly looked at Butler Thorne, "What?" Isabelle Willow’s gaze fell back on Jude Crawford, "Shh, don’t speak, let him sleep for a while, he is still asleep, when he wakes, he will naturally open his eyes." "Ma’am, Mr. Crawford has already gone." "No, he hasn’t." Isabelle Willow said with certainty. Butler Thorne took out the first item, presenting it to Isabelle Willow. Isabelle Willow took one glance, instantly froze, because the five large characters "Divorce Agreement" fiercely pierced into her eyes. She looked down, at the bottom was his handwritten signature, bold and powerful Zane Crawford. Before he left, he signed the divorce agreement. "Ma’am, this is the first thing Mr. Crawford left you, he said, he said... That night, Jude Crawford sat in the study, in the dim light, he quietly finished the cigarette in his hand, then picked up a pen and signed. "Even though our marriage will automatically dissolve after my death, I want... this marriage was obtained through my forceful seizure, so now, it should end by my own hand." Isabelle Willow reached out, her fingertips trembling, she picked up the divorce agreement little by little, looking over his signature several times, then shaking her head, "He didn’t sign this, I know him too well, he was domineering his entire life, there’s no way he would let go of my hand, allowing me to be with another man, based on his character, he should have taken me with him." Isabelle Willow was the person who knew Jude Crawford the best, such a strong emperor-like man, he should have taken her with him. "Ma’am, Mr. Crawford’s heart condition never improved, in fact, it worsened over time. As he neared the end of his life, Mr. Crawford did indeed consider taking you with him, but in the final moment, he chose to let go of your hand and give you freedom, as per Mr. Crawford’s order, Chase Sullivan has already been released, he is now outside the villa, Ma’am you can leave." Isabelle Willow curled up her whitened fingers, clutched the divorce agreement tightly, after so many years of entanglement, it turned out their ending was him letting go. Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⚫𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵 She remembered last night when he talked about the next life, he said, if there is a next life, he wouldn’t want time to go back, he wouldn’t want to meet her again. Isabelle Willow never knew he could be so ruthless. All these years, no matter where she was, or how far she went, he always stood behind her, within reach when she turned back. But this time, he turned and walked away. He truly didn’t want her anymore. Not even in the next life to meet again. "Has his heart condition never improved?" Butler Thorne shook his head, "Ma’am, you left, how could Mr. Crawford’s heart condition improve?"