CHAPTER 675: CHAPTER 675: BITE HIM ONCE, PAIN FOR HALF A LIFETIME

Jude Crawford acted ruthlessly, crippling his right leg with a single move.

That was also the first time he realized what kind of man Jude Crawford was – he was a demon.

Ah!

He curled up on the ground in agony, howling.

Jude Crawford showed no sign of stopping. A sinister and bloodthirsty smile adorned his lips, "You shouldn’t need this left leg either, right? Why don’t I help you get rid of that too?"

Jude Crawford intended to cripple his left leg as well.

"Jude Crawford, don’t!" At that moment, Isabelle Willow rushed over, wrapping her arms tightly around his strong waist, clutching him without letting go. "Don’t hurt my brother Chase. I was wrong, I’m sorry. I’ll go back with you now. You’ve already crippled Chase’s right leg. If you lay waste to his left leg, I won’t forgive you."

Jude Crawford finally stopped. He reached out with his large hand to grab her delicate, fair wrist, dragging her away. Moreover, he ordered, "Take Chase back for me!"

He was hauled away by two black-clad bodyguards, dragged into Jill’s room.

That was his first time in Jill’s room – the wedding suite that Jude Crawford had reportedly prepared for Isabelle Willow.

He was thrown clumsily outside the room by the bodyguards in black, and Isabelle Willow, her eyes red, wanted to walk toward him. But Jude Crawford stopped her with a single glance. "Mrs. Crawford, don’t provoke me further, hmm? Dare to take one step forward and find out what happens!"

Isabelle Willow accepted the threat, standing woodenly in place.

At this point, Jude Crawford signaled with a look toward the master bedroom. "Go in."

Isabelle Willow looked at him.

Jude Crawford raised an eyebrow slightly. "Mrs. Crawford, why are you looking at me like that? Tonight is our wedding night, and we must finish what we started."

"Of course, since you’ve given me such a surprise tonight, it’s only fair I play with you too. How about letting your brother Chase lie here all night?"

As he lay pathetically on the ground, upon hearing these words his eyes turned bloodshot. Jude Crawford was too good at torturing people; he intended to have him lie outside their bridal bedroom all night.

"Yara, don’t listen to him, don’t succumb to his threats. I’m fine."

Jude Crawford glanced at him casually, then turned to Isabelle Willow. "Still not going in? My patience is limited."

Isabelle Willow hesitated for a few seconds, then turned around and entered the master bedroom.

What happened in the bedroom afterward he didn’t know, as he hadn’t witnessed it personally, but he was aware... that night, Jude Crawford and Isabelle Willow consummated their marriage.

Jude Crawford forcibly took Isabelle Willow; he was lying outside at that time. He could hear Isabelle Willow’s soft, delicate voice, holding back and not daring to speak loudly, which made it particularly suggestive. "Jude Crawford, it hurts... I’m in pain..."

Jude Crawford said, "If it hurts, endure it."

Due to the severe injury in his leg and lack of timely treatment, he developed a fever and infection at night, and for years he was left disabled.

Chase Sullivan awoke from the nightmare over thirty years ago and looked at the present Jude Crawford sitting on the sofa. "Jude Crawford, you laugh at my leg, while I laugh at your pitiful attempt to only possess Yara through coercion!"

"Oh, is that so?" Jude Crawford looked at Chase Sullivan amidst swirling smoke with a smile that was not quite a smile and said, "I admit, perhaps on that wedding night I wasn’t very gentle, I took her by force, but afterward, our second time, third time, countless times, it was Yara who came to me voluntarily."

Jude Crawford softened his tone and observing Chase Sullivan’s face as he spoke, watching his expression change dramatically as expected.

"Jude Crawford, what nonsense are you spouting? Impossible, Yara would never initiate!"

Jude Crawford curled his thin lips into an elegant, alluring smile. "Did Yara ever tell you about it? Later, when you were hospitalized due to your leg injury, I made sure no hospital in the City of Aethelgard would admit you, leaving you potentially to rot and die from leg infection."

"I intentionally let someone relay this news to her. After our wedding night, I was furious, so I left her alone for many nights. Knowing your situation, she obediently called me. When I didn’t answer, she sought me out at the company."

"Our second time was in my CEO office. I was seated in my office chair, and she climbed onto my lap, carefully watching my expression, using clumsy techniques to please me, unbuttoning her clothes with embarrassment, clasping my neck and kissing me..."

Chase Sullivan had never known this, and now his pupils constricted suddenly, and his hands at his sides clenched tightly into fists. "Enough, stop talking!"

"Heh," Jude Crawford let out a low chuckle from his throat. "Can’t take it anymore? Chase, stay away from her, she was never someone you could long for. Do you know how privileged she is? Over the years, I’ve provided for her in Jill’s room, with the finest of everything, and what are you, could you afford to maintain her?"

Chase Sullivan felt completely humiliated; history seemed to be repeating itself, he could never defeat the man in front of him.

"Jude Crawford, even if you have Yara’s body, you’ll never have her heart! You’ve clipped Yara’s wings and imprisoned her in Jill’s room, molding her to your will. You probably never considered that she’d jump from the golden cage you created and bite you viciously."

"Jude Crawford, you’ll never encounter another woman like Yara in your lifetime, so cold yet fiery. She was your equal, the first beauty of Aethelgard, admired across the city. She offered you the fiercest love and left you with the most soul-penetrating pain, causing you half a lifetime of torment."

Jude Crawford’s hand holding the cigar slowly paused. Though he didn’t wish to admit it, he had to acknowledge that Isabelle Willow had indeed bitten deeply into his heart, leaving a pain that would last a lifetime.

...

The Crawford Group’s New Year’s party.

The personal secretary hurried over to whisper a report to the evening’s star, Hayden Crawford. "President, news just came in that your mother-in-law took your mother to the club to find some young men to entertain them and got caught by Mr. Rathborne and Mr. Crawford. Now everyone has gone their separate ways."

Hayden Crawford, "..."

What?

His mother-in-law took his mother to a club to find some young men to entertain them?

Hayden Crawford’s forehead showed three black lines.

"President, the party is now entering the highlight segment. It’s time for your first dance. Now you can go on stage to draw the lucky number and select your dance partner." The personal secretary redirected back to the primary topic.

Hayden Crawford pressed his thin lips together, temporarily setting aside the issues of his parents, father-in-law, and mother-in-law, and walked handsomely onto the stage.

In the party hall, Melody Ashworth was surrounded by a group of socialites, all looking at her with various expressions of envy.

"Look quickly, Mr. Crawford is on stage. He’s about to have his first dance."