Changing only for her (Sophie and Tristan) novel Chapter 892

Chapter 892 Broken Up

Sophie patted her back.

At that moment, she really didn’t know what to say. After all, Ysabelle was the one who requested the breakup, yet now she was so upset.

Tears welled up in Ysabelle’s eyes. Ultimately, she couldn’t stop herself from crying. What’s the big deal? Perhaps I’ll meet a better guy next time. “Sophie, do you think I’m a horrible person?” That must be it. I must be terrible, so things turned out to be like this.

“That’s enough. Quit overthinking. Go upstairs, take a bath, and get a good night’s sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.” Sophie figured their breakup was probably just a lover’s spat.

Even if Ysabelle wanted to split up. Felix would never agree.

“No. I want to drink. Why don’t you keep me company?” How can I possibly sleep now? “I know all of you think I’m just acting up, but I’m very serious this time.”

Ysabelle went to the wine cellar to fetch a bottle of wine. She also retrieved two wine glasses before returning to the room. Instead of sitting on the couch, she plumped down on the cashmere carpet.

Ysabelle poured Sophie a glass of red wine and handed it to her. Then, she started drinking.

“Do you really think you can forget Felix like this?” She shouldn’t have suggested a breakup so easily if she still likes him. No one’s heart is made of steel. Everyone gets hurt.

“Sophie, you’re now my friend. You should take my side. Do you understand?” Ysabelle didn’t want to think about those problems at that moment. There’s nothing that can’t be forgotten.

Sophie shook her head, knowing there wasn’t a point in trying to talk sense into Ysabelle at that moment since the latter simply wouldn’t listen.

She took a sip of her red wine. “Have you had your dinner?”

Sophie hadn’t eaten her dinner, having just returned from the hospital. Her stomach was growling at that point.

“No, I don’t want to eat. I just want to drink.” How can I be in the mood to eat now?

Right then, Sophie’s phone rang.

Seeing it was a call from Tristan, she hastily answered her phone.

“I ordered dinner for both of you. You don’t need to worry about Ysabelle. Just have something first.” Ysabelle doesn’t deserve sympathy. How can she be so dramatic?

“Okay, I got it. I was just planning to order takeout.” He’s so thoughtful, making sure everything is taken care of -for me even when he’s out. I’m so touched.

“I’m going to hang up now, then. You should rest carly.” Sophie was already exhausted that day, yet she had to deal with that mess when she returned home.

“Okay, I know. Don’t worry.”

Just then, someone knocked on the door. Sophie ended the call and brought in the takeout.

Tristan had ordered quite a lot, and it was all Sophie’s favorite food.

She placed all the food on the dining table.

“Have some too. Drinking alcohol without eating isn’t good for your stomach,” Sophie said.

Seeing all the delicious food, Ysabelle ultimately ate some. “Sophie, Uncle Tristan cares so much about you.”

“Felix cares a lot about you too. You should cherish him.” Sophie had witnessed and acknowledged all the things Felix had done for Ysabelle. She had no complaints.

“That’s enough. Can you stop mentioning his name in front of me?” Ysabelle didn’t want to hear Felix’s name at all. Let it be. It’s not a big deal.

“Fine. I’ll stop. I’m just afraid you’ll regret it later.”

“I won’t regret it! I’m Ysabelle Lombard! There are so many people who like me, so why would I ever regret this?”

Despite the heart–wrenching pain in her chest, she stubbornly refused to admit she would one. her decision.

“All right. Whether you’ll regret it or not, just have some food for now.” She can’t keep drinking on an empty stomach.