Isabelle Willow recalled the new marriage night with Jude Crawford more than thirty years ago.
On that wedding night, he forcibly brought her and Chase Sullivan back from the dock, threatening her with Chase to get her into their bridal chamber.
As soon as she entered, he followed, closing the door with a firm gesture, and looked at her coldly with a superior gaze, saying, "Go in and clean yourself up."
She stood still, not moving.
He strode over, grabbing her slender wrist and dragged her into the bathroom, where he turned on the shower, and cold water quickly poured down from above, drenching her like a drowned rat.
She struggled a little, and with a "snap," he dropped the shower, then pushed her against the wall, starting to rip her clothes off.
At that ti, she was still young, not as strong as him, and as her clothes were torn, all her dignity was stripped away. His eyes were bloodshot, staring at her as he said another sentence, "You’re so naughty, how should I punish you?"
He violated her.
Isabelle Willow felt that the dream was too real; his domineering and cruel words, and his forceful plunder like a violent storm terrified her, making her want to escape.
But in the dream, just like before, she couldn’t escape his confinent and cage, being caught and thrown back onto the bed again and again.
Over the years, Isabelle Willow hadn’t thought of him, thinking she had forgotten. But now, she realized Jude Crawford had left a deep imprint on her body and soul that couldn’t be washed away.
So just now, at The Manor of the Ninth Spire, when she saw him and her hand was held by him, she felt so uncomfortable.
Looking at his expression, everything seed normal, totally unlike soone who had been with her. That should have been just her own dream.
Thinking that she actually had such a dream, Isabelle Willow felt a bit frustrated. She turned to Serena Sterling, "It was just...a nightmare, Serena. I haven’t been sleeping well lately, often dreaming. Could you do so acupuncture to help out?"
That’s how it is.
Serena Sterling thought she was going to learn sothing new, her little heart was beating wildly, "Okay, Aunt Yara, co over, let check your pulse."
Isabelle Willow walked over, offering her wrist.
Serena Sterling checked her pulse and soon gently furrowed her delicate brows, "Aunt Yara, your pulse is a bit weak. Have you been too fatigued recently?"
"No," Isabelle Willow shook her head, "I haven’t been going out much lately, just sitting here drawing and designing."
Besides that one night, she couldn’t rember how Jude Crawford tornted her in her dreams. Anyway, it was so long ago, and when she woke up in the morning, her whole body ached, but upon checking, there were no marks on her. Her delicate skin, when she was young, would always be marked up when he stayed in her room, and it couldn’t be hidden.
Isabelle Willow thought perhaps this dream was too long, so she felt sore all over when she woke up, and there was another crucial point, which was... Jude Crawford was no longer capable.
Now Serena said her pulse was weak, probably because she was tired too, Isabelle Willow didn’t even understand herself.
"Aunt Yara, your pulse is weak. Let give you an acupuncture treatnt and prescribe so dicine for you to take. You’ll get better soon."
"Okay, thank you, Serena~"
Serena Sterling gave Isabelle Willow a needle and then left. Isabelle Willow tidied up her design drafts when a lodic ringtone rang, and she received a call.
Isabelle Willow pressed the button to answer, and a familiar voice quickly ca through, "Sister, you finally ca back."
It was... Zelda Willow, who hadn’t been seen in many years.
Far away in Aethelgard, Zelda Willow had quickly received the news that Isabelle Willow had returned, so she called that night.
Isabelle Willow’s clear almond eyes remained calm, "Are you looking for for sothing?"
"Actually, it’s nothing big, but since you’re back, you should find so ti to finalize the divorce with Jude, right? Or... are you still attached to him and hoping to reunite?"
"Sister, you have such a big heart. Jude himself caused your daughter’s death. Back then, even having a cesarean couldn’t save the daughter. It seems Jude ordered soone to throw her into the trash, right? So pitiful. After all this, you can still stay with him?"
Isabelle Willow knew Zelda Willow was deliberately provoking her; she wouldn’t fall for it, but over the years, thinking of her daughter still felt like stabbing pain.
She admitted she was hurt.
"I will divorce Jude Crawford. Don’t call again," Isabelle Willow directly hung up the phone.
After hanging up, Isabelle Willow thought for a while, then found Jude Crawford’s number and dialed it.
The phone rang once before it was picked up in an unhurried manner, and Jude Crawford’s unique deep voice slowly ca through, "Hello."
"It’s . Are you free tomorrow? Let’s finalize the divorce papers."
On the other end, Jude Crawford remained silent.
Isabelle Willow clutched the phone tightly, as she had always feared his silence before because he would get quite angry after falling silent, which was very dangerous.
Ti seed to stretch endlessly, and then Jude Crawford spoke, "Alright, I’m free tomorrow."
Isabelle Willow released her tightly clenched fingers, "Okay, then let’s et at eight o’clock in the morning outside the Civil Affairs Bureau."
"I’ll pick you up."
"No need..."
"I’m just informing you, not asking for your opinion."
"Beep beep," Jude Crawford directly hung up the call.
Isabelle Willow, "..."
...
The next morning.
Serena Sterling and Isabelle Willow were having breakfast together in the dining room, "Aunt Yara, do you have any plans today?"
"I have to go and finalize the divorce with Jude Crawford today," said Isabelle Willow.
Serena Sterling paused, and just then, a lodic ringtone sounded, it was Jude Crawford calling Isabelle Willow.
Isabelle Willow pressed the button to answer, and Jude Crawford’s low magnetic voice ca through the receiver, slowly reaching her ears, "Co out, I’m outside."
He had already co to pick her up.
Isabelle Willow hung up the phone, picked up her bag, and waved goodbye to Serena Sterling, "Serena, I’m going out first."
"Aunt Yara, do you need to accompany you?" Serena Sterling felt sothing was strange, Jude Crawford had been looking for Aunt Yara for so many years; how could he let go so easily?
"No need," Isabelle Willow left.
Serena Sterling still felt uneasy; she took out her phone and dialed Hayden Crawford’s number.
Now, Hayden Crawford was in the dining room of his villa, dressed in a bespoke white shirt and black trousers. The brilliant morning light filtered through the polished floor-to-ceiling windows, casting on his handso features, as he held an expensive watch on his wrist and a business finance newspaper, looking down to read.
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