CHAPTER 767: CHAPTER 767: FAKE PREGNANCY

Jude Crawford liked to conquer her when her personality was cold and indifferent, which was really hard to conquer, except for between the sheets.

Each time she struggled desperately, but soon she would go weak all over, her face flushed red, and even those almond eyes became extraordinarily captivating. She would look at him with watery eyes, her gaze rippling, revealing a bit of fascination and admiration for him.

Every time at this moment, it seemed he could see her affection for him on her face.

"Yara, don’t struggle anymore. I never intended to let you go, you know that, you can’t escape, what’s more, we already have a child."

"Child?"

"Yes, Yara, you didn’t know, did you? You’re pregnant, you’re carrying our child." Jude Crawford’s gaze fell on her belly.

Isabelle Willow furrowed her brow, "Jude Crawford, don’t you realize how big a misunderstanding you have? It’s impossible for me to be pregnant, I am not pregnant."

Jude Crawford thought she was just having difficulty accepting it. Now that she’s pregnant, no matter how she acts, he would indulge her, "Yara, I want you to give birth to this child. You already owe me a child."

Isabelle Willow knew what he was talking about. Years ago, she had a second pregnancy, a daughter that he always thought was Chase Sullivan’s.

Later, the daughter was gone, and he kept asking her to conceive, wanting her to give him another one, saying it was what she owed him.

She couldn’t take it anymore. On the night she left, she wounded him with scissors and amidst the chaos stood on the high platform of Jill’s room and jumped off directly.

She had never seen the child. At that time, she cut herself open, shivering with pain. As soon as the child was cut out, he snatched it away. No matter how she implored him, he wouldn’t let her have a single glance at her child.

The child died, Zelda Willow said he heartlessly threw the child in the trash.

Thinking of that child, the blush on Isabelle Willow’s face faded completely, turning pale, huge guilt, self-blame, and pain swelled at the tip of her heart, making her whole heart ache.

Isabelle Willow curled her fingers, then looked up at him, "Jude Crawford, where’s my daughter from then? Where did you take her?"

At the mention of this topic, Jude Crawford pursed his lips once. He remembered that back then, she didn’t know who told her, saying he threw the child in the trash. During that time her mental state was especially poor, living in a daze, waking up at night only to find her absent from his arms. When he turned on the light, he found her curled in a corner, rummaging through trash bins.

She was looking for that child.

Jude Crawford wouldn’t tell her, actually, she didn’t give birth to a daughter then, but a son, Zane Crawford, which was his punishment for her.

Even if one day she and Zane Crawford met, he wanted them not to recognize each other.

"Isabelle Willow, do you really want to discuss this with me? You know it’ll make me angry, and me getting angry does you no good."

Isabelle Willow’s face was very pale, she looked coldly at Jude Crawford before her, "Then let’s talk about me being pregnant. I am not pregnant, if you don’t believe it, you can find a doctor to examine me."

Jude Crawford furrowed his brows, his expression turning gloomy, "Isabelle Willow, is being pregnant with my child really so unbearable for you?"

"Who told you I was pregnant?" Isabelle Willow asked.

Jude Crawford opened his thin lips, "Serena Sterling said so."

Serena?

Isabelle Willow suddenly understood everything; she realized what Serena had been hiding from her, "Jude Crawford, Serena was just joking to lure you to the City of Aethelgard. I am not pregnant, Serena just checked my pulse two days ago saying I was hit by cold at night, so I lost my appetite. Serena already prescribed medicine to condition me, I have been taking it, and I’m much better. I’m still saying the same thing, if you don’t believe it, you can find a doctor to examine me, there’s no way to deceive whether one is pregnant."

Jude Crawford quickly sensed the subtlety of the situation, his face instantly turned all cold—he might have been tricked by Serena Sterling!

"Someone!" He immediately called out.

Soon, a clear voice with a touch of humble flattery came from outside, "Uncle Crawford, are you looking for me?"

Serena Sterling was just outside the door.

Jude Crawford’s face was already quite unsightly. He glared at Isabelle Willow and then shouted, "Get in here!"

The doorknob turned, the door opened slightly, and Serena Sterling poked her small head in to take a quick look, as if wondering if there was anything embarrassing to see.

Then the door was pushed open, Serena Sterling walked in boldly, her bright eyes full of sparkling mirth, "Uncle Crawford, you were looking for me?"

"What do you think?" Jude Crawford asked in return without answering.

To be safe, Serena Sterling moved honestly, bit by bit, towards Isabelle Willow, positioning herself behind her—a hint to Uncle Crawford that she had Yara on her side.

"Heh, Uncle Crawford, here’s the thing, I played a small joke on you, actually, Aunt Yara is not pregnant."

Jude Crawford suddenly narrowed his deep, slanted eyes; he glared at Serena Sterling, ready to kill with his eyes.

This girl was good, really good. This trip to the City of Aethelgard had her plotting step by step, interlocking every loop, turning him in circles. Jude Crawford had never been schemed against like this.

Jude Crawford was a bit worried for his son Hayden Crawford, not knowing how he’d fare with that little white lotus. Now Serena Sterling was giving him time, too lazy to act, but once she did, his son and that little white flower would vanish.

Now what?

After all, she was his chosen daughter-in-law, and though he hated it, he couldn’t help but appreciate her more—she was who the Crawford family needed.

"Butler Thorne!" Jude Crawford finally spat out the words from his throat.

Butler Thorne quickly wiped his cold sweat and hurried in, tremblingly asking, "Sir...what do you need?"

"Bring the doctor over here, right away, immediately!"

"Yes." Butler Thorne ran off like his life depended on it.

Jude Crawford was quite cautious. He had to personally verify Isabelle Willow’s pregnancy matter, so the doctor promptly arrived to check on her.

"Mr. Crawford, your wife is not pregnant, she’s just physically weak with a lack of appetite, she just needs more rest and care." The doctor concluded.

Jude Crawford immediately shot a killing glare at Serena Sterling; Serena Sterling looked innocently at him—this time she wasn’t joking.

Jude Crawford bit his teeth. Just then Isabelle Willow defensively sheltered Serena Sterling behind her, glaring fiercely at him as if to say, go ahead, if you dare.

Jude Crawford, "..."