Chapter 483

Meanwhile, Felix’s wound was already all dressed. Because he was drained, he fell asleep right after,

and Ysabelle stayed with him without leaving at all.

When Felix woke up, he saw Ysabelle sleeping beside him with her head on the bed. He got up and

caressed her head, but it woke her up immediately.

Ysabelle opened her tired eyes. “Are you okay, Felix? Is it still painful? It must be painful, right? The

wound’s so deep.”

“I’m okay. Why didn’t you go home and rest? Did you stay here the whole night?” Felix was worried

about her.

Although Ysabelle was the first person he wanted to see after waking up—and he was glad that was

the case—he did not want to tire her out.

“How could I leave, seeing you like this? I can’t just go home.” Ysabelle did not tell him that she was

almost scared to death when Felix got hurt.

She was so worried about him that she had not even gone to see Tristan.

“How’s Mr. Tristan?” Felix asked.

“I have no idea. I’ve been here the whole time,” Ysabelle replied, feeling guilty.

Should I go check on Uncle Tristan?

“All right. You should continue resting. I’m going to see how Uncle Tristan’s doing now that you’re

awake,” Ysabelle said.

“I want to go too.”

“No, Felix. You’re not going anywhere. I’ll tell you how he is after I come back. You’re injured too, so

don’t push yourself.”

Felix nodded, looking at the frowning woman.

“All right, then.”

Since Felix’s family was also around, Ysabelle could leave without worrying. Everyone was still outside

the intensive care unit when she reached.

Ysabelle went over to Sophie and asked, “How’s Uncle Tristan? Felix just woke up.”

“He’s still unconscious. How’s Felix?” Sophie asked. She was so busy the night before she did not

check on Felix.

“He’s good. The wound is deep, but it will heal. We just need to give it time. The culprit had better not

let me get my hands on them, or I would shred them to pieces! How dare they do this to Felix and

Uncle Tristan?”

“I’ll make sure they regret this,” Sophie promised.

She did not care who that person was. Sophie would exact revenge as long as her loved ones were

affected.

Ysabelle held her hand and comforted her, “We can deal with this later, Sophie. Let’s wait for Uncle

Tristan to wake up first. Both of them are injured, so we’d better not make things worse now.”

We shouldn’t make things worse? It’s not me who started this. Those people looked for trouble

themselves.

Ysabelle did not leave at once after seeing Tristan.

Since Felix was already awake, she did not rush to return to him.

She figured Tristan needed her more at that point.

Seeing Ysabelle had come, Lincoln went over to talk to her. He was not in the mood to give her a full-

fledged lecture.

“I know there’s no point in objecting now since you’re already in the entertainment industry, but you

must remember this. You must consider our family’s reputation in your every action. That’s the least

you can do as a Lombard.”

“Dad, does that mean I have your blessing?” Ysabelle asked in thrill. That was the first time Lincoln had

given in.

“There’s no use in stopping you, right? It’s not like you’ll listen to me.” Lincoln figured that since his

objection would be futile, he might as well just support Ysabelle and try to make things work out.

Ysabelle hugged him in excitement.

“You’re the best, Dad! I love you!”

Lincoln patted her cheek.

“Now you know. Make sure you don’t get yourself into trouble. Always make sure you have the upper

hand in every situation.”

Ysabelle smiled.

“Don’t worry, Dad. Sophie’s with me. No one will dare to bully me. You know how powerful she is,

right?”

“She’s the one sitting over there, right? What’s her relationship with Tristan? It doesn’t seem like they’re

just friends. She’s been here the whole time.”

D*mn it! Dad still doesn’t know about Sophie and Uncle Tristan!

Ysabelle looked at Sarah helplessly.

“Lincoln, you should ask Tristan when he wakes up. Wait. You know what? Maybe I should just tell you

now. Sophie’s Tristan’s girlfriend,” Sarah informed.

Since Sophie had stayed with Tristan all that while, it was evident that she was not just a regular friend

to Tristan.

“His girlfriend? She’s so young.” Lincoln was shocked.

Sarah nodded.

“She is, Lincoln. She’s younger than Ysabelle, but you know Tristan. He doesn’t change his mind once

he sets his heart on something.”

“Did I even say I disagree with their relationship?” Lincoln knew that although he was the eldest in the

family, he should not meddle with his younger siblings’ love life. After all, love came in unexpected

ways.

“I bet Dad doesn’t know,” Lincoln added, recalling how William was still arranging a few blind dates for

Tristan.

“He doesn’t know,” Sarah replied.

“Is Tristan serious about this relationship?” Lincoln asked doubtfully.

“He’s your brother. You should know him well. He never does anything halfheartedly.”

The truth was that the whole Lombard family took their relationships seriously.

“I see. You talk to him when he wakes up, then. This is a delicate issue. I don’t think the girl will be able

to take it if Father becomes furious.”

It so happened that Tristan was slowly regaining consciousness at that time.

Everyone dashed over to the door, but only one person was allowed in. Lincoln wanted to go in first,

but Sarah stopped him.

“We already know he’s awake. That’s enough. Someone else will want to see him more badly than us.”

Lincoln looked over at Sophie, who had just gone in.

“All right,” he said, nodding.

After ensuring that Tristan was out of danger, Lincoln left for work since there were matters he had to

attend to.

As for Sophie, she held Tristan’s hand after going in.

“How are you feeling?”

Sophie was a strong woman, but even then, tears rolled down her cheeks as she spoke.

Tristan’s heart broke when he saw that, for it was the first time he saw her cry.

To him, Sophie had always tried her best to solve her problems without shedding any tears.

He wanted to wipe away her tears, but he felt his whole body was weak, and that feeling crippled him.

“I’m sorry, Sophie. I shouldn’t have made you worried.”

Although Tristan was already unconscious when he was rushed to the operating theatre, he could

imagine how unnerving it would be for Sophie to go through that moment.

“Don’t say that, Tristan. You’re safe now. That’s all that matters to me.”

“Don’t worry. I’m all right now.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Where’s Felix? How’s he?” Tristan roughly knew that the person who targeted them at that time must

have strong backing, for the assassins were skilled and swift. That was how he and Felix ended up

fatally injured.

“Felix’s fine. Don’t worry. You should take care of yourself now.”

“I thought I would never see you again, Sophie.”

At that moment of danger, Sophie was all Tristan could think of. He could not imagine what it would be

like for Sophie if he were to leave her forever.