CHAPTER 768: CHAPTER 768: SOMETIMES I REALLY HATE YOU

Jude Crawford, "..."

Where’s Hayden Crawford?

Hayden Crawford, hurry up and take your wife back!

At this moment, with a click, the door opened, and the Crawford family matriarch walked in, "Jude, it’s so late, what are you all fussing about in here?"

Seeing the matriarch, Jude Crawford’s expression softened a bit, "Mom."

"Grandma~" Serena promptly walked to the matriarch’s side, sweetly calling out.

"Serena, what’s wrong with you? Why is your face so pale?" The matriarch lovingly stroked Serena’s face, "Did someone bully you? Tell Grandma, and I’ll stand up for you!"

Serena, "Grandma, no one bullied me."

As she spoke, Serena secretly glanced in Jude Crawford’s direction.

The glanced-at Jude Crawford, "..."

She said no one bullied her, but her gaze was honestly directed at him.

The matriarch’s eyes immediately shot at Jude Crawford, scolding, "Ugh, how shameful for someone of your age to bully your own daughter-in-law. Serena, let’s go, you must’ve been frightened!"

The matriarch took Serena’s small hand and directly led her away.

Serena obediently followed beside the matriarch, even reaching out a small hand to pat her own chest, whining, "Yeah, Grandma, I was scared to death."

Jude Crawford, "..."

He’s about to cough up blood!

The matriarch took Serena away, and Butler Thorne also took the doctor downstairs, leaving only Jude Crawford and Isabelle Willow in the room.

Isabelle Willow looked at Jude Crawford, "Now you know, I’m not pregnant, and I know all the dirty things you’ve done. I never want to see you again, I’m leaving."

Isabelle Willow turned and left.

Being taken advantage of twice, she now knows but has no choice but to admit defeat. However, she never wants to see him again or give him another chance.

Jude Crawford quickly reached out and grabbed her, "It’s so late, where are you going? Stay here tonight, I promise not to touch you."

The moment he finished speaking, Isabelle Willow broke free from his large hand, "Jude Crawford, let go of me, I will never believe you again. You’re a scoundrel who doesn’t keep promises. Are you disappointed knowing I’m not pregnant? Who knows what you’re scheming now..."

"What do you think I’m scheming? To get you pregnant?" Jude Crawford retorted, directly cutting her off.

He was so direct. Isabelle Willow felt embarrassed discussing this topic at their age, her face blushing so much it seemed it could drip with shame and anger.

"We’re both not young; it’s not suitable to have children anymore. Yara, you owe me a child, and that will probably remain an eternal regret." Jude Crawford curled his thin lips into a shallow arc, inexplicably showing some loneliness.

In his younger days, he actually wanted to have more children with her, at least two, to give Hayden a brother or sister. If it were a daughter, she’d resemble her; now he wouldn’t envy Julian Rathborne for having such a talented and one-of-a-kind daughter like Serena Sterling. If it were a son, he’d be like her too, an elegant and graceful intellectual...

Jude Crawford thought of her son with Chase Sullivan, Zane Crawford. Her son indeed resembled her so much, but unfortunately, the son wasn’t his.

Living half a life, this was his greatest regret.

Isabelle Willow also remembered her child, the child that was her biggest heartbreak, and her Hayden.

Isabelle Willow tugged at her fingers, her eyes red as she looked at him, "Jude Crawford, why pretend to be a loving father in front of me? After I left, Hayden was forcibly sent to a psychiatric hospital, where he stayed for two whole years. Jude Crawford, that’s your biological son; why didn’t you save him? Hayden isn’t mentally ill. Where were you during those two years? What were you doing?"

In Alani, Isabelle Willow heard from Serena Sterling that after losing his mother, her Hayden was sent to a psychiatric hospital, which broke her heart. She didn’t know where Jude Crawford was during those two years. Hayden was his biological son, so much like him; how could his heart be so hard?

When this matter was mentioned, Jude Crawford’s eyes darkened. He slightly opened his thin lips to say something but ultimately didn’t utter a word.

"Speak up, why aren’t you saying anything, Jude Crawford? You can treat me however you want, but ask yourself if you’ve been a good father over these years. Sometimes I really despise you!" Isabelle Willow turned and left.

This time, Jude Crawford stood there, not chasing after her. He was thinking that indeed, he wasn’t a qualified father, nor was he a good son or husband.

Living half a life, when he looked back at the path he walked, it was riddled with scars and holes.

Sometimes, he also really despised himself.

Cough.

Jude Crawford coughed lowly, suddenly feeling a metallic taste in his throat. However, he didn’t take a handkerchief but forced himself to swallow the blood.

At this moment, Butler Thorne walked in, "Sir, why didn’t you tell Madame about those two years? You could have explained."

Jude Crawford shook his head, "There’s no point in telling her. Without my permission, you won’t say anything in front of her, understand?"

Butler Thorne nodded, "Yes, sir."

"You can leave first, I’ll rest for a while."

Butler Thorne saw that Jude Crawford’s face was extremely pale, and without thinking, he knew that sir’s heart condition was acting up again. His heart condition had been deteriorating recently, worrying everyone. The legendary business figure might suddenly fall at any moment.

"Sir, shall I call a doctor for you?"

"No need, you can leave."

Butler Thorne had to leave.

...

Outside in the corridor, the matriarch and Serena Sterling watched as Isabelle Willow left the Crawford family’s old mansion, quickly disappearing from sight.

Sigh.

The matriarch let out a heavy sigh.

"Grandma, are you worried about Uncle Crawford and Aunt Yara?" Serena Sterling asked.

The matriarch nodded, "Jude and Yara have been entangled for half their lives, and even I don’t know whether it’s fate or catastrophe. Jude’s heart is all on Yara, but while the lover is willing, the beloved has no dreams. Yara ultimately doesn’t love."

Serena Sterling blinked her long lashes, "Grandma, do you also think Aunt Yara doesn’t love Uncle Crawford?"

The matriarch looked at Serena Sterling in confusion, "Serena, do you think Yara loves him?"

Serena Sterling slowly curved her red lips, her bright eyes sparkling brilliantly, "Love or not, we just need to test it, right?"

The matriarch’s eyes lit up, "Serena, have you thought of another good idea?"