Changing Only For Her 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.

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.

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