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.

Ysabelle suppressed her urge to puke even though she had been

to teach her a lesson once she sobered up. She needs

room and dropped her on the

and beelined for the bathroom.

toilet seat and retched non-stop. Sophie

so much in 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

an eternity, she leaned back and slumped on

feel horrible,

you should get some rest! You’ll feel

glass of hot water. He clearly cared deeply about his

misled others to believe that he

for the trouble.” Tristan felt bad about Sophie’s involvement

mess.

was busy coaxing Ysabelle to sip some water before tucking her into bed. She had ascertained that it was impossible for

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

I’m heading back to my

he would only inconvenience Sophie by insisting

returned to his room, he immediately received a call

in Fandar, but he always called and asked about Ysabelle’s

“She’s a drunken mess.”

look after her? Did you forget your promise? Who

even

you interrogating me, Mr. Northley?

toward Ysabelle. Tristan continued, “Don’t drag other people

deal

I go back? I wouldn’t need

everything on your end?” The issue in

than imagined, given Felix’s

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

“Okay, Be careful.”

parties. One needed both wits and talents to hold

“I’ve still got to head back and marry Ysabelle! I’ll