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.

so noisy, Uncle Tristan.” Ysabelle suppressed her urge to puke even though she had been waiting half a day to throw up

huffed in annoyance, determined to teach her a lesson once she sobered up. She needs to

her to Sophie’s room and dropped her on the bed. The motion nearly caused Ysabelle

beelined

over the toilet seat and retched non-stop. Sophie could only stroke

sorrows in alcohol is practically a recipe for disaster.

for what seemed like an eternity, she leaned back and slumped on the

feel horrible, Sophie!”

I know. Come on, you should get some rest! You’ll feel much better after a

Tristan arrived with a glass of hot water. He clearly cared

misled others to believe that he was a cruel, heartless

Tristan felt

mess.

her into bed. She

I’m going

heading back to

her, and Tristan knew he would only inconvenience Sophie by insisting on

his room, he immediately received

has Ysabelle been?” Felix was busy in Fandar, but he always called and asked about Ysabelle’s well- being

“She’s a drunken mess.”

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

He demanded, “Are you interrogating me, Mr. Northley?

Tristan

deal with everything

How can I go back? I wouldn’t need your help if I was there! Come on, we’re friends. It’s just

asleep. How’s everything on your end?” The

given Felix’s

was true that things were rather complicated, Felix believed he could solve things based on his own abilities. He said to Tristan reassuringly, “It’s

“Okay, Be careful.”

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

Felix lit a cigarette. “I’ve still got to head back and