CHAPTER 758: CHAPTER 758: SHE’S PREGNANT

Who would have guessed that Seraphina Linden next door didn’t even bid; they snagged that "Sily" for six million just like that.

"Ladies and gentlemen, congratulations! Now please enjoy this piece, Sily." The staff warmly smiled and said.

What exactly is Sily?

Mr. and Mrs. Shen spent six million and were still very curious about what exactly Sily was that they had bought.

At this moment, many people carrying musical instruments approached, and a conductor with a baton vigorously waved it, letting the melodious music fill the air.

Mr. and Mrs. Shen were stunned, "..."

Who would have thought that Sily was actually a composition!

They spent six million on a song!

Mr. and Mrs. Shen had no musical talent, nor did they know how to appreciate it. This piece was like a lullaby, making them drowsy.

At this point, they felt the gaze of everyone in the hall fixed on them, pointing and laughing, mocking and sympathizing all at once, ridiculing their stupidity, which had made everyone sympathetic.

Mr. and Mrs. Shen were on pins and needles; the phrase "pretending to be someone you’re not and getting humiliated" certainly boomeranged back at them.

After a long time, this Sily piece finally ended, and Seraphina Linden laughed, "Sily translates to ’fool’. This couple next door spent six million to listen to a song called ’Fool’; they truly are the song’s confidants. Let’s give them a round of applause."

Clap clap clap, Seraphina Linden set the example, starting to clap, and everyone quickly followed. A wave of applause filled the hall, along with loud laughter.

Mr. and Mrs. Shen’s faces turned red again, this time from humiliation, feeling like clowns who had paid for others’ entertainment.

Sixteen million was gone, just for a broken stone and a song. Mr. and Mrs. Shen regretted it so much.

"This auction is pointless. Let’s go!"

"Exactly, even if we’re rich, we won’t spend anything here again!"

Mr. and Mrs. Shen got up abruptly, speaking the toughest words, but with their bodies honestly succumbing to the pressure from the crowd, they fled in disgrace.

Fleeing in panic.

The Shens left, and the auction quieted down. Serena Sterling looked at Seraphina Linden, "Mom, you were amazing."

Seraphina Linden smiled, "Who dares bully my daughter? Of course, I have to teach them a small lesson."

At this moment, Serena noticed Isabelle Willow was looking unwell because Isabelle had her hand pressed against her heart, her brows knit, seeming like she was about to vomit.

"Aunt Isabelle, what’s wrong?" Serena asked with concern.

Isabelle quickly stood up, "Serena, I need to use the bathroom."

Isabelle left.

"Isabelle, are you not feeling well, wait for me..." Seraphina wanted to follow.

Serena looked thoughtfully at Isabelle’s departing figure for a moment, then reached out to pull Seraphina, "Mom, you stay here; I’ll go check on Aunt Isabelle."

"But..." Seraphina was worried.

"Mom, don’t you want to bid on that martial arts manual?"

Mentioning the "martial arts manual" swayed Seraphina, and by then, Serena had already stood up and left, "Mom, with me here, don’t worry."

...

Serena arrived at the restroom and saw Isabelle bent over, vomiting, her face very pale.

"Aunt Isabelle, what’s wrong?" Serena asked.

Isabelle stopped vomiting, "Serena, I don’t know what’s wrong. My appetite hasn’t been good lately, and I often feel like vomiting."

"Aunt Isabelle, extend your hand; I’ll check your pulse."

Isabelle extended her hand.

Serena placed her slender, white fingers on it to feel her pulse. Soon, a light furrow formed on her delicate brow.

"Serena, what’s wrong with me? Am I sick?"

Serena withdrew her hand and slowly smiled, "Aunt Isabelle, there’s nothing much wrong with your body. Maybe it’s the recent weather cooling down, causing chills at night, leading to a lack of appetite and restless sleep. I’ll prescribe some medication to help adjust your condition."

"That’s good to hear."

"Aunt Isabelle, how about we leave this auction house now and take the private jet to the City of Aethelgard?" Serena suddenly suggested.

Isabelle was taken aback, "Serena, why the sudden change of plans to fly to the City of Aethelgard? What about Jude Crawford...?"

Serena linked arms with Isabelle and smiled, "Aunt Isabelle, don’t worry about Jude Crawford; I’ll call him right now. He will come to the City of Aethelgard and meet us there."

Isabelle looked at Serena half-believingly; she knew Jude Crawford too well. If Jude said he wouldn’t return to the City of Aethelgard, he wouldn’t. What could Serena do to make Jude rush over right away?

Now Serena’s bright eyes twinkled, shining with wisdom and composure, clearly confident.

Rescuing Iris Crawford, uncovering the Crawford family’s mystery, was urgent.

Isabelle sensed Serena had some plan, not knowing who it was meant to ensnare, "Alright then, Serena, I’ll listen to you."

...

Serena came to the corridor. Cherie whispered, "Princess, the private jet is ready, and Iris Crawford and Dylan Gardner are on the plane."

Serena nodded, "I’ll call Jude Crawford. Get the car ready; Aunt Isabelle and I will go shortly."

"Yes, Princess." Cherie stepped back.

Serena took out her phone and dialed Jude Crawford’s number.

The melodious ringtone of the phone rang once, then was slowly picked up. Jude Crawford’s deep voice came over, "Hello."

"Uncle Jude, Aunt Isabelle and I are flying to the City of Aethelgard on the private jet now. Hurry over; we’re waiting for you."

On the other side, Jude Crawford pressed his thin lips, "I won’t go..."

"Uncle Jude, Aunt Isabelle is pregnant." Serena directly interrupted him.

"What did you say?" Jude Crawford’s calm pupils suddenly shrank.

Serena smiled, "What do you think I said? Uncle Jude should know better than anyone, shouldn’t you?"

At this moment, Jude Crawford was in the study wearing a casual gray shirt and black pants, exuding the maturity and gravity of a fifty-year-old man. He was reviewing documents when he heard Isabelle was pregnant, and his firm fingers holding the pen suddenly stopped.

After Isabelle came back, she stayed over for two nights. He had used some medicine to make her sleep and took advantage of her.

He didn’t take any contraceptive measures; both of them weren’t young anymore, and he thought Isabelle was past the age of easily getting pregnant.

Isabelle still didn’t know about this, thinking she had a spring dream. He looked at her shy and evasive demeanor like a cat that had stolen a fish.

He never thought she would get pregnant again, after all, their son was grown, and they already had a bunch of grandchildren.