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.

She groaned, “Don’t be so noisy, Uncle Tristan.” Ysabelle suppressed her urge to puke even though she had been

waiting half a day to throw up the alcohol in her stomach.

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

place.

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

spot.

She hastily clambered off the bed and beelined for the bathroom. Worried, Sophie ran after her.

Ysabelle hunched over the toilet seat and retched non-stop. Sophie could only stroke her friend’s back soothingly.

“Let’s see if you dare to drink 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

into a drunk, certified mess.

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

tiles.

“I feel horrible, Sophie!” cried Ysabelle.

“I know, I know. Come on, you should get some rest! You’ll feel much better after a good night’s sleep.”

She carried Ysabelle out of the bathroom just as Tristan arrived with a glass of hot water. He clearly cared deeply

about his niece despite his words often painting her as a nuisance.

Sophie lamented that his personality often misled others to believe that he was a cruel, heartless man.

“Thank you. Sorry for the trouble.” Tristan felt bad about Sophie’s involvement in cleaning up Ysabelle’s

mess.

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

impossible for Ysabelle to manage a bath.

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

should clean yourself up too.”

“Sure. I’m heading back to my room.”

Ysabelle definitely needed someone to look after her, and Tristan knew he would only inconvenience Sophie by

insisting on remaining in her room.

Once Tristan returned to his room, he immediately received a call from Felix.

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

whenever he had time to spare.

“She’s a drunken mess.”

Felix 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 dangerous scenarios.

I’m not even there with her!

Tristan was speechless. He demanded, “Are you interrogating me, Mr. Northley? Watch your attitude.”

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

woes.”

Why can’t you deal with everything yourself?

Felix argued, “I’m stuck in Fandar. How can I go back? I wouldn’t need your help if I was there! Come on, we’re

friends. It’s just a favor!”

“That’s enough. Ysabelle’s fine and asleep. How’s everything on your end?” The issue in Fandar was more

troublesome than imagined, given Felix’s lengthy stay.

While it 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 fine. Bertram is helping me. Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, Be careful.”

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

one’s ground.

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

here.”

“Just call her if you miss her.”

“She blocked my number.”

“Give it another try. Maybe she has already unblocked your number.” Everyone bore witness to how depressed

Ysabelle had been since their breakup.

“Okay. I need to drop off the call now. Catch up with you soon,” Felix said and hung up.

I must settle things here as soon as possible before someone else swoops in and woos Ysabelle away! No one will

pity me or take my side if that happens.

Sometime later, Ysabelle awoke to the sight of Sophie. She smoothed her hair and asked hesitantly, “Why am I

here?”

She did not remember anything that had happened the night before.

“You were drunk,” answered Sophie simply.

“Oh. Where’s Uncle Tristan? Did he go to work?” Tristan was the last person Ysabelle wished to see at that

moment.

She did not want someone to lecture her ears off and only wished to be alone with her thoughts for a while.

Sophie replied, “Yup. He’s at the office. I have to leave too. Have breakfast, clean yourself up, and go to TS

Entertainment!”

It was perfectly normal for an adult to suffer the occasional emotional breakdown. That was why Sophie did not

make a big deal out of Ysabelle’s behavior the night before.

“Okay. Got it.”

Ysabelle knew Sophie was a busy woman, and she did not ask her friend about her plans. More pressingly.

Ysabelle’s head was throbbing from a bad hangover.

Sophie returned to the Tanner residence, where she was met with a dark-faced Charmaine.

“Ah, so you do know how to come home! I thought you had written off your flesh and blood!” Charmaine’s rage

swelled when she remembered that Sophie had blocked her number.

Sophie did not wish to waste her breath and gratify Charmaine with a response.