"You’ve left him alone for far too long. In the endless nights and constant waiting, he remained silent and isolated day after day. He has two sons; his elder son, Hayden Crawford, who suffers from insomnia, left for Bayside early on. His younger son, he never knew was his own. His affection for Zane was like walking on the edge of a knife, every step bleeding. He has a sister, but Iris holds a grudge against him. He also has a mother, but Mrs. Crawford finds herself in a dilemma. For these years, as a son, brother, and father, he’s been a failure. His life has been a complete mess, yet the one thing he never did was hurt you." "Hahaha, Isabelle Willow, do you think you’ve won? No, you’ve lost, completely defeated. For years, Jude Crawford treated you like a princess in the palm of his hand, but you left him with deep regret and loneliness as he departed this world. Your life goes on, but time will never return. You will never meet another man like Jude Crawford, who loves you as he loves life." Listening to Zelda Willow’s words, Isabelle Willow’s face turned pale as paper. She clutched her fingers, her fingertips trembling. It turned out that over the years she left, many things happened. Zelda Willow knew, Butler Thorne knew...everyone knew, except her. The people who jumped from the high platform of Jill’s house back then were not just her; he jumped down with her. During her recent visit to the City of Aethelgard, she harshly accused him of being a bad father, but during those two years...he was in a deep coma, constantly undergoing treatment. The child from back then was always a pain in her heart. He actually kept her child by his side, raising him all the way to adulthood. She thought he and Zelda Willow were her lifelong regrets, but she did not understand; how could Jude Crawford allow her to have regrets? Indeed, how could his heart ailment be cured? Faced with Iris’s hysterical crying and raging, he stayed alone in the study, smoking the entire night away. Facing his children, all the heavy paternal love was condensed into the shadow of a father. He watched them leave for a long, long time. All these years, he has been alone, accustomed to silence. He never shouted in pain, never spoke of it. But he hurts, he feels pain. Isabelle Willow remembered last night when she got up for a drink of water, he ran out barefoot on broken glass, trailing blood, looking for her. At that moment, years of endurance and solitude made his shoulders tremble, and the wounds in his heart were unbearable. He laughed and cried like a child. He said, "Yara, I missed you." She left for so many years, and he only ever told her, "Yara, I missed you." She truly kept him alone for too long, too long. Isabelle Willow’s gaze fell on Jude Crawford’s face. She slowly extended her hand, caressing his graying temples. She knew he was too tired. Until the moment he closed his eyes, she hadn’t told him. She hadn’t told him that Zane was his biological son. She hadn’t had the time to say the words he longed for all his life, "Jude Crawford, I love you." With bloodshot eyes, Zelda Willow looked at Isabelle Willow, laughing madly, "Hahaha, Jude Crawford, have you seen? This is the woman you loved your whole life. You died, and she didn’t shed a single tear for you. Her heart is cold; she’s always been such a heartless and ungrateful woman!" Butler Thorne glanced at the bodyguards, and two men in black swiftly stepped forward to restrain the nearly insane Zelda Willow, forcibly taking her away. Zelda Willow was unwilling, looking at Isabelle Willow with hatred, still laughing, "Isabelle Willow, don’t think I’m pitiful. The really pitiful person is you. I sympathize with you; congratulations, you’ve finally lost Jude Crawford!" Zelda Willow was taken away. The entire hall quickly returned to silence. Not a single sound could be heard. Butler Thorne stepped forward and spoke, "Madam, Sir has already passed, the eldest young master and young lady have gone to Bayside, and young master Zane is still unaware. Should we inform them? Sir’s funeral surely needs to be arranged." Check latest chapters at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⚫𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⚫𝔫𝔢𝔱 Isabelle Willow was very quiet now. She had always been a woman of gentle temperament, now seemingly even more serene. She continually looked at Jude Crawford without raising her head, "For now, don’t inform Hayden or Zane. Prepare a private jet; I want to take Jude back to the City of Aethelgard." Butler Thorne nodded, "Returning to the City of Aethelgard is fine, but what about the old mistress and young lady Iris..." "The old mistress is in poor health, and Iris is still in a coma. Wait until Hayden, Serena, and Zane are back with the old mistress before informing her last." Butler Thorne paused, finding Isabelle Willow quite odd now, "Madam, are we taking Sir back to the City of Aethelgard without returning to the Crawford family home?" Isabelle Willow gently shook her head, "No, we aren’t going to the Crawford family home. I want to take Jude...to a place first." The private jet quickly took off, and Isabelle Willow carried Jude Crawford back to the City of Aethelgard. It’s now late autumn; Jude Crawford sat in a wheelchair with thick blankets over his legs, seeming just like he’s sleeping. Isabelle Willow wore an almond-colored coat and a scarf around her neck, pushing Jude Crawford along the way. They returned to the narrow path behind the Willow family home. Butler Thorne and everyone else waited behind. Here, there were only the two of them. Isabelle Willow walked the whole way; the evening wind rose, and the maple leaves fluttered down, covering the entire path. Isabelle Willow brought him back again, with time traveling back. Everything seemed to return to many years ago; their wedding was imminent, and that night he came to the Willow family for dinner, and her father asked her to walk him out. That night, he and she just walked, then stopped. The Crown Prince of the Crawford family, once a young man blessing the City of Aethelgard, and she was in her nineteen spring bloom, barely blossoming. He lowered his handsome lids to look at her, saying don’t be afraid, be my Mrs. Crawford; in the future, I will treat you well. And so, he treated her well for a lifetime. Isabelle Willow stopped, halted at the place from back then. She slowly knelt down in front of Jude Crawford, though she had many things to say. But now, those words were meaningless. The distant ancient clock struck again as the night breeze blew, pear blossoms fell, another night of farewell. Days and months passed, who scattered the youthful years in the tide of time? Isabelle Willow looked at him, then gently rested her head upon his lap, "Jude Crawford, I’ve left you lonely for so long; now, how could I still bear to leave you lonely and sad?" You said, if there is a next life, you hope not to meet again. This time, let it be me. If there is a next life, I will surely find you among the vast crowd, I will fill all your regrets and treat you tenderly. I will take you on a journey that lasts till the end of time." "Jude Crawford, I’m here." Isabelle Willow gently closed her eyes.