Pursuing Her

Meanwhile, Felix's wound was already all dressed. Because he was drained, he fell asleep right after, and Ysabelle stayed with him without leaving at all.

When Felix woke up, he saw Ysabelle sleeping beside him with her head on the bed. He got up and caressed her head, but it woke her up immediately.

Ysabelle opened her tired eyes. “Are you okay, Felix? Is it still painful? It must be painful, right? The wound's so deep.”

“I'm okay. Why didn't you go home and rest? Did you stay here the whole night?” Felix was worried about her.

Although Ysabelle was the first person he wanted to see after waking up—and he was glad that was the case—he did not want to tire her out.

“How could I leave, seeing you like this? I can't just go home.” Ysabelle did not tell him that she was almost scared to death when Felix got hurt.

She was so worried about him that she had not even gone to see Tristan.

“How's Mr. Tristan?” Felix asked.

“I have no idea. I've been here the whole time,” Ysabelle replied, feeling guilty.

Should I go check on Uncle Tristan?

“All right. You should continue resting. I'm going to see how Uncle Tristan's doing now that you're awake,” Ysabelle said.

“I want to go too.”

“No, Felix. You're not going anywhere. I'll tell you how he is after I come back. You're injured too, so don't push yourself.”

Felix nodded, looking at the frowning woman.

“All right, then.”

Since Felix's family was also around, Ysabelle could leave without worrying. Everyone was still outside the intensive care unit when she reached.

Ysabelle went over to Sophie and asked, “How's Uncle Tristan? Felix just woke up.”

“He's still unconscious. How's Felix?” Sophie asked. She was so busy the night before she did not check on Felix.

“He's good. The wound is deep, but it will heal. We just need to give it time. The culprit had better not let me get my hands on them, or I would shred them to pieces! How dare they do this to Felix and Uncle Tristan?”

“I'll make sure they regret this,” Sophie promised.

She did not care who that person was. Sophie would exact revenge as long as her loved ones were affected.

Ysabelle held her hand and comforted her, “We can deal with this later, Sophie. Let's wait for Uncle Tristan to wake up first. Both of them are injured, so we'd better not make things worse now.”

We shouldn't make things worse? It's not me who started this. Those people looked for trouble themselves.

Ysabelle did not leave at once after seeing Tristan.

Since Felix was already awake, she did not rush to return to him.

She figured Tristan needed her more at that point.

Seeing Ysabelle had come, Lincoln went over to talk to her. He was not in the mood to give her a full-fledged lecture.

“I know there's no point in objecting now since you're already in the entertainment industry, but you must remember this. You must consider our family's reputation in your every action. That's the least you can do as a Lombard.”

“Dad, does that mean I have your blessing?” Ysabelle asked in thrill. That was the first time Lincoln had given in.

“There's no use in stopping you, right? It's not like you'll listen to me.” Lincoln figured that since his objection would be futile, he might as well just support Ysabelle and try to make things work out.

Ysabelle hugged him in excitement.

“You're the best, Dad! I love you!”

Lincoln patted her cheek.

“Now you know. Make sure you don't get yourself into trouble. Always make sure you have the upper hand in every situation.”

Ysabelle smiled.

“Don't worry, Dad. Sophie's with me. No one will dare to bully me. You know how powerful she is, right?”

“She's the one sitting over there, right? What's her relationship with Tristan? It doesn't seem like they're just friends. She's been here the whole time.”

D*mn it! Dad still doesn't know about Sophie and Uncle Tristan!

Ysabelle looked at Sarah helplessly.

“Lincoln, you should ask Tristan when he wakes up. Wait. You know what? Maybe I should just tell you now. Sophie's Tristan's girlfriend,” Sarah informed.

Since Sophie had stayed with Tristan all that while, it was evident that she was not just a regular friend to Tristan.

“His girlfriend? She's so young.” Lincoln was shocked.

Sarah nodded.

“She is, Lincoln. She's younger than Ysabelle, but you know Tristan. He doesn't change his mind once he sets his heart on something.”

“Did I even say I disagree with their relationship?” Lincoln knew that although he was the eldest in the family, he should not meddle with his younger siblings' love life. After all, love came in unexpected ways.

“I bet Dad doesn't know,” Lincoln added, recalling how William was still arranging a few blind dates for Tristan.

“He doesn't know,” Sarah replied.

“Is Tristan serious about this relationship?” Lincoln asked doubtfully.

“He's your brother. You should know him well. He never does anything halfheartedly.”

The truth was that the whole Lombard family took their relationships seriously.

“I see. You talk to him when he wakes up, then. This is a delicate issue. I don't think the girl will be able to take it if Father becomes furious.”