Chapter 740: Chapter 740: She Threw Up
Jude Crawford quickly pressed his thin lips, "Isabelle Willow, I’ve rushed over here eagerly, and this is all you have to say to me? Sometimes I really want to dig into your heart to see if you even have one!"
Isabelle Willow hardened her heart, Jude Crawford, just go, don’t bother about me anymore. I will only bring you disasters.
"Jude Crawford, can you not understand human words? I never asked you to rush over. Even if you don’t come, Chase Sullivan will. You clinging to me like this is simply self-indulgent and only makes me increasingly disgusted, feeling like you’re a ghost that won’t go away."
A dangerous storm quickly gathered in Jude Crawford’s deep and narrow eyes. He glared fiercely at Isabelle Willow and then forced a low laugh from his throat, "Heh, Isabelle Willow, you’ve got some nerve!"
He was furious; if it were anyone else daring to make him this angry, he would make sure that person disappeared from the world.
But this person was Isabelle Willow.
Even when she made him this angry, in his rage, he could only utter through clenched teeth, "You’ve got some nerve!"
Jude Crawford grabbed her wrist and forcefully shoved her into the passenger seat.
Isabelle Willow quickly struggled, "Jude Crawford, let go of me, I don’t want to get in your car!"
"You can shut up now, I don’t want to hear you talk right now!"
"Jude Crawford!" Isabelle Willow forcefully shook him off.
Jude Crawford’s large hand, hanging at his side, quickly clenched into a fist. His deep and handsome face was dark enough to drip water, "Isabelle Willow, my patience is limited, are you sure you want to provoke me like this?"
Isabelle Willow gave him a glance, then turned and walked away.
She stood by the roadside and hailed a taxi, "Driver, please drive quickly."
Jude Crawford stood in place, watching that taxi take Isabelle Willow away. A storm had already been stirred up in his eyes, this woman! How dare she! How could she be so daring!
A few seconds later, Jude Crawford turned back to the driver’s seat, pressed the accelerator, and the luxury car immediately sped down the road.
In the silent car cabin, a "ding" sounded, his phone rang with a message.
It was from little Caden Crawford.
Jude Crawford opened the message; little Caden Crawford had sent only a few words, simple and clear.
Jude Crawford closed the message, then tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, sliding down the car window to let the cold wind from outside rush in, only this way could he breathe.
In the taxi ahead, the driver spoke, "Hey, why is there a luxury car following us?"
Isabelle Willow was initially checking her phone. She also received a message, from little Pip. Hearing the driver’s words, she quickly turned her head. Through the rear windshield, she saw Jude Crawford driving the luxury car, following them all the way.
What was he doing?
Wasn’t he going to the hospital to see Iris?
She had already said it all, why was he still following?
Isabelle Willow looked at his luxury car, under the brilliant neon lights of the night. His shiny, luxurious black car exuded both a restrained and dazzling glow, just like him.
"Should we pull over?" the driver asked at this point.
Isabelle Willow slowly turned her head back, not looking at Jude Crawford anymore. She said softly, "No, let’s just drive, if he likes to follow, let him follow."
"Okay."
Isabelle Willow lowered her gaze to Jude Crawford, "Go back, I beg you, please...stop tempting me."
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Isabelle Willow returned to the apartment, where little Pip had been waiting for a long time, "Grandmother, you’re back?"
Isabelle Willow quickly hugged little Pip with affection, "Pip, what was that message you sent me earlier? Why did you say your Aunt Iris is fine?"
Little Pip giggled in a childish voice, "Because Mommy left a golden pill when she left, Aunt Iris is temporarily safe with the protection of that golden pill, but it only lasts for three nights. Which means, Mommy must return within these three days, otherwise, even gods couldn’t save Aunt Iris."
Isabelle Willow’s heart tightened, "Can Serena really make it back within these three days?"
If she doesn’t make it back, what should we do?
"Grandmother, you’ve been very tired, just take a bath and go to sleep. You don’t need to go anywhere these three days, just stay here."
"But, I want to go to the hospital to see Iris."
"No need, Grandmother, my big brother has gone to the hospital."
Big brother?
Caden?
Little Pip nodded, "Grandmother, Mommy asked us to protect everyone here before she left, so don’t worry, big brother has gone to catch ghosts."
The heavy burden in Isabelle Willow’s heart slowly lifted. It seemed that Serena had made all the arrangements before leaving, and now with Caden and Pip, everything would be taken care of. Serena just needs to make it back within three days.
Isabelle Willow returned to her room, went to the window, and was about to close the curtains, but her actions froze soon after because she saw Jude Crawford’s luxury car downstairs.
He not only followed her all the way but also parked the luxury car right below her building.
Jude Crawford got out, took out a cigar, lit it with a lighter, and began to smoke, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding the cigar, leaning lazily against the car’s body, quietly puffing away.
Isabelle Willow couldn’t make out the expressions on his face, but she saw the faint worry furrow between his brows forming a ’川’ shape through the hazy smoke.
At that moment, Isabelle Willow saw some weariness in him, as if he was very, very tired.
She felt a sudden twist of pain in her heart as she gazed at him, noticing that when he left, he hadn’t even changed shoes, still wearing those deep blue house slippers.
He actually left the house wearing slippers.
He must have hurried over upon hearing she was locked away, not even taking the time to change his shoes.
Isabelle Willow’s eyes suddenly turned red, and tears quickly welled up in her almond eyes.
Soon, a sourness surged up in her chest; pressing a hand to her heart, Isabelle Willow rushed into the bathroom, doubling over as she retched.
She retched till the world spun, having eaten nothing, even dry heaving the bile from her stomach.
Finally stopping, Isabelle Willow slumped onto the carpet, her face ashen.
What’s happening to her?
Why did she start vomiting inexplicably?
Was she ill?
...
Downstairs, Jude Crawford smoked a cigar quietly for a while, soon the ground beneath his feet was littered with cigarette ends.
He looked up at the window above, her room light was still on, but not for him, truthfully, she never left a light on for him.
Jude Crawford turned back to his luxury car, pressing the accelerator to speed off towards the hospital.