Chapter 772: Chapter 772: He Beat Someone Up
At this moment, Isabelle Willow’s phone rang, it was a call.
"Serena, wait for me a moment, I need to take this call."
"Okay."
Isabelle Willow walked to the side and answered the call.
The call was from the hospital, "Hello, are you a family member of Chase Sullivan?"
Chase Sullivan was also an orphan from a young age, he hadn’t married over the years, and Isabelle Willow was probably his only relative.
Isabelle Willow nodded, "Yes, what happened?"
The other day she parted with Chase Sullivan who left disheartened, and they hadn’t been in touch since. Now with the sudden call from the hospital, Isabelle Willow felt a pang of anxiety.
"Here’s the thing, Mr. Sullivan was assaulted last night and is currently being treated at our hospital."
What?
Chase Sullivan was assaulted?
"Who did it? Is he seriously injured?"
"It’s said that while Mr. Sullivan was driving, a van with no license plate suddenly cut in front of him. Several strong men got out of the van and without a word, dragged Mr. Sullivan out, put a sack over his head, and beat him up. However, Mr. Sullivan wasn’t seriously injured, just some superficial wounds; he’ll be fine after a few days of rest."
Isabelle Willow’s tense nerves gradually eased. She and Chase Sullivan had clarified things, and this time Chase Sullivan had given up. From now on, they would only be relatives and friends. She didn’t want to see Chase Sullivan in trouble.
But who on earth beat up Chase Sullivan?
"Did you find any clues?"
"It’s said that as those strong men left, they mentioned Mr. Crawford." The doctor said.
Mr. Crawford?
Jude Crawford?
Isabelle Willow’s pupils constricted. She truly hadn’t expected Jude Crawford to send people to give Chase Sullivan a beating. However, Jude Crawford is indeed a domineering and reckless man, and it’s not the first time he’s beaten up Chase Sullivan. This time was actually mild.
Isabelle Willow hung up the phone, very angry. What is he trying to do, beating up Chase Sullivan while finding a new lover?
Isabelle Willow felt it necessary to confront Jude Crawford.
Jude Crawford had just deplaned and was about to leave the airport when Isabelle Willow approached, "Jude Crawford, we need to talk."
Butler Thorne saw the madam approaching and knew something was wrong. The madam must have found out about the assault on Chase Sullivan.
Butler Thorne quickly glanced at Serena Sterling, the young madam, as if to say, "This has nothing to do with me. It was you who ordered the beating and the one who released the ’Mr. Crawford’ smokescreen. You’d better protect me later."
Serena Sterling just looked around, not catching the glance from Butler Thorne.
Butler Thorne, "..."
This was the first time Isabelle Willow had proactively approached him for a chat. Jude Crawford stopped in his tracks, "What’s up?"
"Of course, there’s something. Jude Crawford, I just received a call from the hospital saying Chase Sullivan was beaten up. Did you order someone to assault Chase Sullivan?" Isabelle Willow asked bluntly.
Jude Crawford’s eyes darkened, then he quickly curled his thin lips in amusement. Just now, there was a fleeting moment of joy and excitement in his heart, thinking she was jealous because of Jenny. But it turns out, he was being overly sentimental. She was here for Chase Sullivan.
Her first love got into trouble, so she came to question him.
Jude Crawford’s expression instantly turned cold, a layer of frosty chill and gloom covered his brow. He looked at Isabelle Willow and spoke indifferently, "How badly is he hurt?"
"Just some superficial injuries, no serious harm."
"Oh, it wasn’t me."
He said it wasn’t him.
Isabelle Willow looked at him suspiciously because he had a history, "Really? But..."
Jude Crawford suddenly stepped forward, his tall and imposing figure casting a shadow over Isabelle Willow. He curled his lips, "You know, if I made a move, he wouldn’t just have superficial wounds."
"..." Isabelle Willow was merely suspicious, but his arrogant attitude left her dumbfounded, then a rush of blood surged to her head. She clenched her fist, "Jude Crawford, I won’t believe you. You’re just an insidious and despicable person. I think you ordered the assault on Chase Sullivan!"
She insisted it was him!
Jude Crawford slowly narrowed his deep, slanted eyes. His every move exuded a chilling aura of authority that made people fear and dread, "Isabelle Willow, you’ve been with me for so many years. Don’t you know me yet? I, Jude Crawford, am not so lowly as to order an assault on someone and not dare to admit it!"
Jude Crawford wished he could strangle this woman. She truly was heartless, still daring to come and wrong him now!
That familiar metallic taste rose in his throat again. Jude Crawford quickly lowered his head, coughed lightly twice.
"Sir!" Butler Thorne’s expression changed.
Isabelle Willow felt a pang of worry, immediately reaching out to grab his sleeve, a note of tension even she didn’t notice in her voice, "Jude Crawford, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell?"
"Let go! Don’t touch me!" Jude Crawford stopped coughing and mercilessly shook off her hand.
Isabelle Willow was caught off guard. His sleeve slipped from her palm, and she staggered back two steps.
Just then, Jenny walked over, "Mr. Crawford, are you alright? The wind is strong here, we should get in the car first."
Jenny held onto Jude Crawford’s strong arm.
This time, Jude Crawford did not refuse such intimacy. He gave Isabelle Willow a cold look and then left with Jenny.
Isabelle Willow stood frozen, her hands at her sides slowly clenching into fists, her fair eyes suddenly turning red.
"Aunt Yara..." Serena Sterling stepped forward.
"I’m fine, Serena, I’m just going to the restroom." Isabelle Willow hurried away.
...
Jude Crawford exited the airport terminal with Jenny. He quickly withdrew his arm from Jenny’s hand and coldly pursed his lips, "You go first."
Jenny knew Jude Crawford was in a bad mood now, and she was tactful, "Alright, Mr. Crawford, I’ll go first then. Remember to call me."
Jenny left.
Jude Crawford shot a cold, penetrating look at Butler Thorne behind him, "Butler Thorne, what exactly happened with Chase Sullivan? I’m giving you one chance, explain it to me clearly now!"
Butler Thorne’s legs went weak, and cold sweat streamed down. It had come, it had finally come; this disaster was inescapable.
Jude Crawford was such a deep and astute man. He could easily guess the trick with just a little thought.
"Sir, I... I..."
At this moment, a clear and melodious voice sounded by his ear, "Uncle Jude, don’t trouble Butler Thorne, he was acting on my orders."
Serena Sterling arrived.
Seeing their young madam arrive, Butler Thorne felt tears welling up in his eyes, wanting to cry but knowing he had to hold it back, feeling wronged, "Young madam, you finally came, I was so scared."
Jude Crawford’s deep, slanted eyes landed on Serena Sterling’s exquisitely beautiful face, and he let out a cold snort.