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

lesson once

her on the bed. The motion nearly caused Ysabelle to

the bed and beelined for the bathroom. Worried, Sophie ran

non-stop. Sophie could only stroke her friend’s

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

threw up for what seemed like an eternity, she

feel horrible, Sophie!”

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

Tristan arrived with a glass of hot water. He clearly

misled others to

Tristan felt bad

mess.

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

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

back

needed someone to look after her, and Tristan knew he

Tristan returned to his room, he immediately received a

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

“She’s a drunken mess.”

look after her? Did you forget your promise? Who did she drink with?”

even there

He demanded, “Are you interrogating me, Mr.

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

you deal

Fandar. How can I go back? I wouldn’t need your help if I was there!

everything on your end?”

imagined, given Felix’s lengthy

believed he could solve things based on his own abilities. He said to Tristan reassuringly, “It’s fine. Bertram is

“Okay, Be careful.”

One needed

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