Changing Only For Her novel (Sophie and Tristan) novel 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.”

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.