Chapter 788
Changing only for her (Sophie and Tristan)
Iâve got no idea whatâs wrong with them both. Whenever theyâre together, they squabble.
Truly, Sophie could not do anything about Tristan and Arius.
âAs you saw, it was clearly him who deliberately provoked me.â
Initially, I didnât 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, âWell? Which of us is more important to you?â
That question had Sophie at a loss for words.
Sometimes, men are really childish.
âBoth of you are equally important.â To her, both men were indispensable in her life.
âOne of us must be more important.â
âAll right, itâs time to go over for dinner, Tristan. Everyone is waiting for us.â Sophieâs 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. Heâs 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.
âYou donât have a boyfriend yet, do you, Sarah? How about I marry you?â he asked solemnly out of the
blue.
If Iâve got such a virtuous wife, Iâll no longer need to order takeaway every single day. It isnât fun doing
so.
Hearing that, William was dumbfounded.
Is there anyone whoâd propose in such a manner? He wants to marry my daughter just because she
can cook? Who does he think he is?
âProfessor Gullifer, Sarah doesnât cook often. If you really marry her, she wonât be cooking for you at
home every day either.â In truth, he could not stand having his daughter, whom he treasured greatly,
cook for some other man.
In response, Arius nodded.
âThatâs true. Sheâs such a beauty. Anyone would pamper her after marrying her.â
At that, Sarah chuckled.
âAll right, all the food has been served, so letâs eat.â Itâs late now, and they should be hungry since they
only ate ravioli in the morning.
âYeah. Letâs eat.â William was the first to pick up his fork as it was the Lombard residence, after all.
When he had spoken, everyone started eating.
âYouâre amazing, Aunt Sarah!â Being useless in the kitchen, Ysabelle really admired her aunt.
She actually managed to cook a tableful of food!
âCut it out, and letâs eat! Donât praise me anymore. I simply cooked.â
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, âJust eat. Thereâs no need to worry about me. I can take food for myself.â
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 everyoneâs mood.
âArius, my father hasnât been feeling well lately. Can you please check him over after Christmas?â With
a doctor like Arius here, we donât need to go to the hospital anymore.
âSure! Bring him over to our research center after Christmas.â 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.
âYouâre not feeling well, Grandpa? Why didnât you tell us?â
William had always doted on her, so he shook his head in denial.
âIâm fine. Your aunt was spouting nonsense, and itâs merely a routine checkup. You donât need to worry
at all.â
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.
âAfter Christmas, go to the medical research center for a thorough checkup.â Honestly, Tristan was also
worried about Williamâs health.
âOkay, I will. Can you all just eat? Why must you talk about such upsetting things at the dinner table?â
âAll right, letâs all eat. It was just a casual mention.â Realizing her blunder, Sarah knew she should not
have brought up that subject at such a time.
Lincoln was aware of Williamâs 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. âItâll be fine. Old Mr.
Lombard is just advanced in years. There isnât any major issue with his health.â
âYeah, I know.â At her comfort, a wealth of warmth suffused Tristan. Sheâs 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.
âAll right, donât worry about me.â Tristan understood that aging and death were often beyond human
control.
Therefore, the only thing to do was to spend more time with oneâs 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.
âIâm not playing with you guys anymore. Itâs downright boring.â Ugh! Iâve been the one losing all this
while! While I donât mind the money, Iâve got pride, okay? Itâs truly distressing to be beaten time and
again!
Following that, everyone was rendered speechless.
Tristan paid no mind.
âNever mind if you donât want to play. Youâre unworthy to play with us, anyway, considering your low
IQ!â he scoffed unceremoniously.
Upon hearing that, Ysabelle felt as though she had been stabbed through the heart.
Is he really my uncle?