Anything For Her novel (Sophie and Tristan) novel Chapter 788

Chapter 788 Stabbed Through The Heart

I've got no idea what's wrong with them both. Whenever they're together, they squabble.

Truly, Sophie could not do anything about Tristan and Arius.

“As you saw, it was clearly him who deliberately provoked me.”

Initially, I didn't want to pick on him as today is Christmas. Regretfully, not only did he offer himself up on a silver platter, but he also challenged me repeatedly!

Tristan then added, “Well? Which of us is more important to you?”

That question had Sophie at a loss for words.

Sometimes, men are really childish.

“Both of you are equally important.” To her, both men were indispensable in her life.

“One of us must be more important.”

“All right, it's time to go over for dinner, Tristan. Everyone is waiting for us.” Sophie's lips curved into a sweet smile.

It turns out that men become incredibly cute once in love, no matter how capable they are. Tristan is the best example. He's adorable beyond words!

Soon, they reached the dining room with Tristan holding her hand. The dining table in the Lombard residence could seat twenty people at a time.

At the dining table, the food was already served by Sarah and the help. Arius was all smiles at the sight of the feast.

He had always known that Sarah could cook, and her cooking was delicious. The food that day looked truly scrumptious and smelled incredible.

“You don't have a boyfriend yet, do you, Sarah? How about I marry you?” he asked solemnly out of the blue.

If I've got such a virtuous wife, I'll no longer need to order takeaway every single day. It isn't fun doing so.

Hearing that, William was dumbfounded.

Is there anyone who'd propose in such a manner? He wants to marry my daughter just because she can cook? Who does he think he is?

“Professor Gullifer, Sarah doesn't cook often. If you really marry her, she won't be cooking for you at home every day either.” In truth, he could not stand having his daughter, whom he treasured greatly, cook for some other man.

In response, Arius nodded.

“That's true. She's such a beauty. Anyone would pamper her after marrying her.”

At that, Sarah chuckled.

“All right, all the food has been served, so let's eat.” It's late now, and they should be hungry since they only ate ravioli in the morning.

“Yeah. Let's eat.” William was the first to pick up his fork as it was the Lombard residence, after all. When he had spoken, everyone started eating.

“You're amazing, Aunt Sarah!” Being useless in the kitchen, Ysabelle really admired her aunt.

She actually managed to cook a tableful of food!

“Cut it out, and let's eat! Don't praise me anymore. I simply cooked.”

Sarah loved to cook, but she rarely did so.

For that reason, her cooking still fell short compared to the food sold at renowned restaurants out there.

Tristan took some food for Sophie. With so many people looking on, especially William, Sophie was somewhat embarrassed.

She whispered, “Just eat. There's no need to worry about me. I can take food for myself.”

The big table was equipped with a turntable, and she could rotate whatever dish she wanted to her front. As such, he did not need to take special care of her.

Tristan dipped his head in acquiescence, yet he could not help taking food for her.

Some things had already become a habit, engraved so deeply into the marrow of his bones that he simply could not change them.

William pretended not to see anything since he could not possibly stop the young couple from putting on a public display of affection.

Otherwise, it would only ruin everyone's mood.

“Arius, my father hasn't been feeling well lately. Can you please check him over after Christmas?” With a doctor like Arius here, we don't need to go to the hospital anymore.

“Sure! Bring him over to our research center after Christmas.” Naturally, Arius had no objection to that request from Sarah.

They would be family in the future, and he would never refuse them anything as long as it was within his capabilities.

Ysabelle promptly cut her gaze at William.

“You're not feeling well, Grandpa? Why didn't you tell us?”

William had always doted on her, so he shook his head in denial.

“I'm fine. Your aunt was spouting nonsense, and it's merely a routine checkup. You don't need to worry at all.”

At times, one had no choice but to accept the fact that he was up in years.

Once a person was advanced in age, all his bodily functions would decline, and he could no longer do whatever he wanted.

However, everyone was happy that day, so he found it unnecessary to speak of such a subject.

“After Christmas, go to the medical research center for a thorough checkup.” Honestly, Tristan was also worried about William's health.

“Okay, I will. Can you all just eat? Why must you talk about such upsetting things at the dinner table?”

“All right, let's all eat. It was just a casual mention.” Realizing her blunder, Sarah knew she should not have brought up that subject at such a time.

Lincoln was aware of William's condition and was likewise worried. Alas, there was nothing to be done about it. The only thing they could do as children when their father was up in years was to spend more time with him.

For instance, Walter was currently laid up in bed, gravely ill. He could not even get out of bed, and it was uncertain whether he could survive past this winter.

The medical industry was indeed very much advanced presently, and many diseases could be cured. Even so, there was no cure for old age.

When Felix saw everyone looking rather grim, he immediately changed the subject. Verily, he was great at enlivening the atmosphere.

In no time, the atmosphere changed.

Knowing that Tristan was actually worried as well, Sophie grasped his hand. “It'll be fine. Old Mr. Lombard is just advanced in years. There isn't any major issue with his health.”

“Yeah, I know.” At her comfort, a wealth of warmth suffused Tristan. She's right that Dad is merely up in years. He only has some trivial old-age sicknesses but not any major health issues.

In all honesty, Sophie was bad at consoling others.

Seeing him all downcast, she truly had no idea what to say.

“All right, don't worry about me.” Tristan understood that aging and death were often beyond human control.

Therefore, the only thing to do was to spend more time with one's parents when they were still alive.

There was no need to worry about too many things.

After dinner, the entire family played poker together. Throughout the few consecutive rounds, Ysabelle suffered devastating losses.

Needless to say, she stood no chance of winning when she was pitted against a few people with high intelligence quotients.

Having lost again, she teetered on the verge of crying. She shot up from her seat.

“I'm not playing with you guys anymore. It's downright boring.” Ugh! I've been the one losing all this while! While I don't mind the money, I've got pride, okay? It's truly distressing to be beaten time and again!

Following that, everyone was rendered speechless.

Tristan paid no mind.

“Never mind if you don't want to play. You're unworthy to play with us, anyway, considering your low IQ!” he scoffed unceremoniously.

Upon hearing that, Ysabelle felt as though she had been stabbed through the heart.

Is he really my uncle?