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.

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

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

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

off the bed and beelined for the bathroom.

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

the future.” Its negative effects on health aside, drowning one’s sorrows in alcohol is practically a recipe for disaster. I only had a few words with Mark, and it was enough to turn Ysabelle

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

horrible, Sophie!”

know. Come on, you should get some rest! You’ll feel

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

his personality often misled others to believe that he was a cruel, heartless

the trouble.” Tristan felt

mess.

into bed. She had ascertained

I’m going to rest after a bath. You should

back to

he would

returned to his room, he immediately received a call

always called and asked about Ysabelle’s well- being whenever

“She’s a drunken mess.”

“What? What happened? Didn’t I ask you to look after her? Did you forget your promise? Who

not even

you interrogating

had not yet quelled his anger toward Ysabelle. Tristan continued, “Don’t drag other people into

can’t you deal with

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

enough. Ysabelle’s fine and asleep. How’s everything on

given

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

“Okay, Be careful.”

ruthless battlefield brimming with power-hungry parties. One needed both wits and talents to hold

know.” Felix lit a cigarette. “I’ve still got to head back and marry Ysabelle! I’ll never let anything happen to