Chapter 944 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.”

voice merely added to

puke even though she had been waiting half a day to throw up the

she sobered up.

her on the bed. The motion nearly

off the bed and beelined for the

the toilet seat and retched non-stop. Sophie could

aside, drowning one’s sorrows in alcohol is practically a recipe for disaster. I only had

threw up for what seemed like an eternity, she leaned back and

feel horrible, Sophie!”

should get some rest! You’ll feel much better

glass of hot water.

that his personality often misled others to believe

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

mess.

water before tucking her into bed. She had ascertained that it was impossible

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

heading back to my

and Tristan knew he would only

returned to his room, he immediately received a call

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

a drunken

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

there

“Are you interrogating me, Mr. Northley? Watch your

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

you deal with everything

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

and asleep. How’s everything on your end?” The issue

imagined, given Felix’s lengthy

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

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