Chapter 735: Chapter 735: The Great Dream of Three Lifetimes
The room was full of his people. If he wanted to play some tricks to have this child die at birth, it would have been easy.
But he didn’t expect her to sense it so sharply. At that time, premature labor struck, and she lay on the bed drenched in cold sweat. Clearly such a fragile person, yet at that moment, she burst forth with immense energy, becoming so decisive and fierce. She ordered all the doctors and nurses away, and when the amniotic fluid had drained and the fetus was about to suffocate and die, she brought in the doctor’s scalpel and directly cut open her own belly, taking out the infant inside.
She didn’t use any anesthesia, performing a cesarean in that way. Before she could even get a look at the child, she collapsed backward.
The child, naturally, fell into his hands.
At that time, he held the newborn Zane, who, being premature, was so tiny, there wasn’t even a cry when he was brought out. Isabelle Willow lay weakly on the bed, the sheets soaked with fresh blood, so much it was dripping down with a ’drip-drop’ sound.
She struggled to lift her small hand, grabbing his sleeve, "Give me... back my child!"
He looked down at her while holding Zane, "You know, I cannot allow this child."
Tears immediately welled up in her eyes.
"Moreover, this child didn’t cry out at birth, he’s already dead." He lied.
Upon hearing that the child was already dead, large teardrops fell from her eyes, and soon she fell into a coma.
Later, he handed Zane over to Zelda Willow for upbringing. Zelda never knew that the child she gave birth to that year was a stillbirth, and Zane was Isabelle Willow’s biological son.
Gradually, the wounds on her body began to heal, but the scars in her heart were beyond any medicine. She became very quiet and refused to speak to him again, not even a single word.
Yet he still kept her by his side, until one night, he woke up from sharp pain, only to see her holding a pair of scissors, the sharp blades had already injured his most critical spot.
Jill’s room was brightly lit, all the doctors rushed over, his face was as gloomy as a storm cloud, he sternly and coldly stared at her but found that she had somehow already run to stand on Jill’s high platform amid the chaos.
That day, she was so, so beautiful. Her charming apricot eyes became so gentle, she looked softly at this world, at every person and every thing.
However, she never looked at him.
Not once.
Back then he didn’t understand, that was her final glance, as she softly said farewell to this world.
She was going to leave.
"Isabelle Willow, come back, what are you doing standing there?" He thought it was dangerous there and wanted to pull her back.
But she reached out her small hands and pushed open the window, climbing up dexterously, standing on the platform.
Here, in the mountains, opening the window revealed the cliff-like sea, the sound of waves hitting the rocks could be heard all around.
She turned her little head and looked at him, calling his name, "Jude Crawford."
She called him softly, her starry apricot eyes looking at him, "I’m leaving."
She said, Jude Crawford, I’m leaving.
These words exploded in his ears, the veins in his body bulged, and his heart rapidly plummeted into the abyss, the very thing he had always feared and dreaded happening, she was leaving him.
"Isabelle Willow, stop messing around! Get down here quickly, for today’s injury you gave me, I won’t hold it against you, but if you continue causing trouble, I’ll get angry, you know, the consequences of my anger are serious!"
She seemed not to hear him, lifting a small hand to brush the hair from her cheek, "Jude Crawford, these years I stayed by your side must have been tiring for you, because... it seems I’m always causing trouble, sorry."
When she said "sorry," she pouted her red lips, showing a bit of a girl’s charm.
He had never seen such a girl-like charm in her because she had never acted spoiled to him before, this sight seemed like ages ago.
His heart felt clawed by a huge hand, boundlessly engulfed by bewilderment and helplessness, "Isabelle Willow, what trick are you trying to pull this time, do you want that child? Fine, I’ll have someone find him back."
"Jude Crawford," she didn’t listen to him, only calling his name again and again, she slowly lifted her red lips, giving him a slight smile, "Let me go, let yourself go, let everyone go."
His deep and narrow eyes instantly reddened, let her go?
He extended his big hand towards her, "I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you, letting you go, I never thought of it."
She was very self-aware, since he met her, he had made his life a mess.
He never thought to let her go when things were full of wounds before, now even less, if love is a cup of lethal poison, since she handed it over, he accepts it with relish.
He lifted his leg, walking towards her, step by step.
She lightly lifted her small head, looking at him again, "Jude Crawford, we were originally people from two worlds, you, you are too costly, your love, too heavy, I can’t afford it, I’m leaving, from now on mountains high, waters long, we’ll go our separate ways, you... take care."
Finishing her words, she leapt, that figure rode the wind back, instantly plunging into the sea below, disappearing completely from his sight.
"No!" He lunged forward, reaching out to grab her.
But, caught nothing, her clothing swiftly slipped through his fingers.
She jumped into the sea, never to be seen again.
Afterward, he searched for her for many years.
He never believed, she was already dead.
But she seemed to have vanished, never again appearing in his life.
He embarked on the journey of searching for her, to the ends of the earth, this search lasting a long twenty years.
Now she came back, he asked her, did you ever love me?
She said, never.
In his dreams Jude Crawford faintly hooked his thin lips, desolate and mocking, he spent his life unrequited in love.
Then came a "knock knock knock" at the door, accompanied by Butler Thorne’s anxious and frantic voice, "Sir! Sir! Something terrible has happened!"
Jude Crawford’s eyes suddenly opened, he sat up, cold sweat was on his forehead, really not knowing just now if he was actually asleep, or just in his own dreams... a dream of three lifetimes.
Jude Crawford’s deep and narrow eyes rested on the tightly closed door, Butler Thorne was still knocking, he pursed his thin lips tightly, Butler Thorne was by nature steady, seldom so restless and flustered, unless something major had happened.
Jude Crawford threw off the covers, got out of bed, and went to open the room door.
"Sir, it’s bad news, we just got word that Miss Iris... she took pills and committed suicide!"