Anything For Her

You Were Drunk

Ysabelle might be drunk, but she clearly caught Tristan’s words. She whined indignantly, “How can you be so mean, Uncle Tristan! I’m your dear niece. Don’t toss me aside!”

Tristan argued, “Why not? Look at yourself! If Grandpa saw you like this, he would be furious.” How did she end up like this after joining the entertainment industry?

Ysabelle burped and shot her uncle a tipsy smile.

Alcohol made Ysabelle fearless. She flung her arms tightly around Sophie and retorted, “You’re not scared of Grandpa scolding me! You’re just upset that I’m ruining your time with Sophie. Hey, Sophie! Do you love him or me?”

“I love you, okay? Come on, sit down properly. We’ll send you home.” Sophie blamed herself for not keeping a close eye on Ysabelle before the latter drank herself into oblivion.

Sophie turned to Tristan and said, “Start the car, Tristan. I think she’s too drunk to go home tonight. Old Mr. Lombard will be worried out of his mind if he sees her like this. Let’s take her to our place. I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“Okay”

William was probably asleep then, and they thought it unwise to disturb his slumber by bringing his drunk granddaughter home.

A while later, Tristan pulled up in front of their condominium. He stopped Sophie from attempting to lift Ysabelle from the back seat.

“Let me do it. You’re a young woman like her. He did not want her to exhaust herself by carrying another young woman who weighed the same as her.

“I won’t tire myself out.”

Sophie trusted her stamina. Carrying a woman as slim as Ysabelle was no chore at all.

“Yes, you will,” Tristan insisted.

He turned toward the car and lifted his niece from the backseat. The jostling caused Ysabelle to feel nauseous, and Tristan immediately frowned when he noticed her expression.

He warned coldly, “You better keep that down, Ysabelle. I will definitely toss you out if you throw up on

me.”

His voice merely added to Ysabelle’s nausea.

puke even though she had been waiting half a day to throw up the alcohol in her

once she sobered up. She needs to be put

room and dropped her on the bed. The motion nearly caused

hastily clambered off the bed and beelined for

non-stop. Sophie

aside, drowning one’s sorrows in alcohol is practically a recipe for disaster. I only had a few words with Mark, and

Ysabelle threw up for what seemed like an eternity, she leaned back and

feel horrible, Sophie!” cried

should get some rest! You’ll feel much

of the bathroom just as Tristan arrived with a glass of hot water. He clearly cared deeply about his niece despite his words often

often misled others to believe that he was

felt bad about Sophie’s involvement

mess.

into bed. She had ascertained that

reassured Tristan, “I’m good. Don’t worry about it. I’m going to rest after a bath. You should clean

I’m heading back to my

needed someone to look after her, and Tristan knew he would only inconvenience Sophie by insisting on remaining

returned to his room, he immediately

in Fandar, but he always called and asked about Ysabelle’s well- being whenever he had

“She’s a drunken mess.”

was aghast. “What? What happened? Didn’t I ask you to look after her? Did you forget your promise? Who did she drink with?” His mind ran wild with all sorts of

not even

“Are you interrogating me,

quelled his anger toward Ysabelle. Tristan continued, “Don’t

can’t you deal

How can I go back? I wouldn’t need your help

How’s everything on your end?” The issue

imagined, given

believed he could solve things based on his

“Okay, Be careful.”

a ruthless battlefield brimming with power-hungry parties. One needed both wits and

still got to head back and marry Ysabelle! I’ll never let anything happen to