Anything For Her

Chapter 295

Visiting The Grave On their way to the cemetery, there was barely a soul to be seen, for it was rare for people to pay their respects on Christmas day. By the time Tristan’s group arrived, Yale and the others were already there. At the sight of Tristan’s car, Yale hurried forward to open the door and help Josiah out. Given that it was still cold in Jipsdale, Sophie quickly alighted and wrapped a scarf around Josiah’s neck. With the help of his walking stick, Josiah walked toward Mary’s grave step by step. Sophie followed him from behind with a bouquet of lilies in her hands. Once he reached Mary’s tombstone, Josiah’s eyes began to redden. Tristan, too, came up from behind to stay with Josiah and Sophie. In the meantime, Yale and Caleb began to clear the weeds around the grave, while Charmaine and Willow dusted its surroundings. After everything was done, Josiah said a prayer.

“Mary, it’s been a while since I last came to see you. Please don’t blame me for it. Not taking good care of you is the biggest regret of my life. “Perhaps we’ll have better luck in our next life. Previously, I never believed in such a thing. But now, I do hope that it’s true, for I’ll be able to see you again. When the time comes, you’re not allowed to avoid me, all right? I’ll come and ask for your hand again with a big bouquet of lilies. In our next life, I’ll definitely try my best to be more romantic.” Morgan handed Josiah a tissue. “What’s that for? I’m not crying. Besides, I don’t think I have much time left, so I’ll probably be seeing her soon.” Morgan—who had served Josiah for many years—naturally knew how intense the latter’s relationship had been with Mary. “Mmm-hmm, soon. We’re both old now,”

of his former comrades to clear them up. All of a sudden, Tristan released Sophie’s hand and bowed in front of Mary’s tombstone. “Old Mrs. Tanner, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Tristan Lombard, and you can rest assured that I’ll be taking care of Sophie and Old Mr. Tanner going forward.” Tristan’s sudden gesture caused Sophie’s heart to skip a beat. After baring his soul to Mary, Tristan returned to Sophie’s side. “Do you still want to stay with Old Mrs. Tanner a little longer?” As everyone else had returned to the car, Tristan and Sophie were the only ones left. Also, the weather was freezing cold since they

as expected—was already waiting inside. On the way home, the latter remained silent throughout the journey. When they reached the Tanner residence, Sophie and Tristan helped Josiah back to his bedroom. “Grandpa, you should take a nap. I’ll get Morgan to wake you later.” “All right. Now, shoo! You youngsters should go out on your date. There’s no need to waste your time on me.” “Grandpa…” “Go on then. I’m tired and want to get some rest.” Every time they came back from visiting Mary’s grave, Josiah would behave that way. After coming out of Josiah’s room, Sophie led Tristan downstairs. Yale—at the sight of Tristan—suggested in an obsequious tone, “Mr. Tristan, why don’t

solicit the former’s help. To be honest, this is going to be tough. “Dad, it’s all right. Mr. Tristan is busy and doesn’t have time to eat in our home,” Caleb consoled his father, who snorted in response. “Forget it. Big shots like him won’t bother with common folk like us.” Despite that, I’m still Sophie’s father! How dare he not show me any respect? Meanwhile, Sophie had walked Tristan back

one week. There’s no need for you to be by my side.” What does she mean by “it’s only one week?” Doesn’t she know that it feels like an eternity? “Would things have been better if I were your age?” That way, he could do many things together with her. Sophie gave him a dubious look. “Mr. Tristan, what are you saying? You’re not old. Besides, I like men who are a little older than I am.” “Really?” Fine! As long as she likes it, I don’t mind being older at all. “Yup.” Faced with his delighted expression, Sophie couldn’t bring herself to refute her words. After she gave him a nod, Tristan wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her forehead a peck. “All right, go back in now.” “Okay. You be careful on your way home.” Tristan made sure Sophie had gone back in before getting into his car and driving off. Back at home, he was greeted by the sight of Ysabelle watching TV with William, which was a rare occasion as she seldom watched war films with the latter. “Uncle Tristan, you’re home!” Noticing that it was already five thirty, Ysabelle was filled with excitement. “Mmm-hmm.” Tristan gave her a cursory response. Just as he prepared to head upstairs, Ysabelle quickly caught up with