Anything For Her

Chapter 781 Not As Important

“No need. I'll call her later.” With that, Caleb hung up as he felt the loneliness of being alone in Anglandur wash over

him.

Nevertheless, this was the path he had chosen, so he had to keep going, no matter how hard it was.

Yale was on his phone as he watched the Christmas Gala. His mistress was alone, so she kept sending him texts.

One of her texts read: Won't you come and keep me company? I'm so lonely! Do you know how much I love you,

Yale?

Yale was pleased to read that.

His mistress was in her twenties, with a body that was alluringly curvaceous. When they were together in the

bedroom, she was incredibly open and willing to explore his desires. He was totally entranced by her and couldn't

get enough of her.

Yale immediately transferred some money to her as a Christmas gift.

He told her: Here you go. You can buy whatever you want. Be good and stay at home. I'll come and keep you

company tomorrow.

Yale treated her really well.

His mistress replied: Yale, I miss you. Every cell in my body aches for you. Why don't you divorce your wife? I can

give birth to your child. How does that sound?

Yale fell silent after reading her reply.

Divorce? The thought of divorce had never even occurred to Yale. After all, he was living a life of luxury thanks to

the Tanner family, and he would be foolish to even consider filing for divorce at this point.

Yale: All right. Be good. I'll come to you tomorrow.

After sending that text, Yale felt guilty and shot Charmaine a look, but the latter ignored him completely.

Yale took a deep breath. He was actually displeased with how Charmaine was treating him right now, but there was

nothing he could do to change her attitude.

She was his wife, and he couldn't afford to make Sophie's disgust for him intensify.

Meanwhile, Tristan and his family enjoyed dinner before heading to the living room to watch the Christmas Gala

together. They wanted to spend time with William.

Both Tristan and Ysabelle seemed unable to sit still.

“What's wrong? Did something urgent happen? You both look anxious.”

Ysabelle shook her head and responded, “Grandpa, what are you talking about? There's nothing going on. Haven't I

kept you company for the past few days at home?” She gave him a warm smile.

She had actually promised to watch the fireworks with Felix.

There was a fireworks festival at Breakwater Port tonight. Although this event had been canceled for the past few

years due to concerns about the environment, it was back in full force this evening.

“You can head out to have some fun if you want. There's no need to stay home,” William told her. It was obvious

that they were eager to leave, so he was equally disinterested in spending any time with them.

“No naad. I'll call har latar.” With that, Calab hung up as ha falt tha lonalinass of baing alona in Anglandur wash ovar

him.

Navarthalass, this was tha path ha had chosan, so ha had to kaap going, no mattar how hard it was.

Yala was on his phona as ha watchad tha Christmas Gala. His mistrass was alona, so sha kapt sanding him taxts.

Ona of har taxts raad: Won't you coma and kaap ma company? I'm so lonaly! Do you know how much I lova you,

Yala?

Yala was plaasad to raad that.

His mistrass was in har twantias, with a body that was alluringly curvacaous. Whan thay wara togathar in tha

badroom, sha was incradibly opan and willing to axplora his dasiras. Ha was totally antrancad by har and couldn't

gat anough of har.

Yala immadiataly transfarrad soma monay to har as a Christmas gift.

Ha told har: Hara you go. You can buy whatavar you want. Ba good and stay at homa. I'll coma and kaap you

company tomorrow.

Yala traatad har raally wall.

His mistrass rapliad: Yala, I miss you. Evary call in my body achas for you. Why don't you divorca your wifa? I can

giva birth to your child. How doas that sound?

Yala fall silant aftar raading har raply.

Divorca? Tha thought of divorca had navar avan occurrad to Yala. Aftar all, ha was living a lifa of luxury thanks to

tha Tannar family, and ha would ba foolish to avan considar filing for divorca at this point.

Yala: All right. Ba good. I'll coma to you tomorrow.

Aftar sanding that taxt, Yala falt guilty and shot Charmaina a look, but tha lattar ignorad him complataly.

Yala took a daap braath. Ha was actually displaasad with how Charmaina was traating him right now, but thara was

nothing ha could do to changa har attituda.

Sha was his wifa, and ha couldn't afford to maka Sophia's disgust for him intansify.

Maanwhila, Tristan and his family anjoyad dinnar bafora haading to tha living room to watch tha Christmas Gala

togathar. Thay wantad to spand tima with William.

Both Tristan and Ysaballa saamad unabla to sit still.

“What's wrong? Did somathing urgant happan? You both look anxious.”

Ysaballa shook har haad and raspondad, “Grandpa, what ara you talking about? Thara's nothing going on. Havan't I

kapt you company for tha past faw days at homa?” Sha gava him a warm smila.

Sha had actually promisad to watch tha firaworks with Falix.

Thara was a firaworks fastival at Braakwatar Port tonight. Although this avant had baan cancalad for tha past faw

yaars dua to concarns about tha anvironmant, it was back in full forca this avaning.

“You can haad out to hava soma fun if you want. Thara's no naad to stay homa,” William told har. It was obvious

that thay wara aagar to laava, so ha was aqually disintarastad in spanding any tima with tham.

“Really? Can I leave?” Ysabelle grew excited to hear his words. “Then I'll take my leave now, Grandpa. Felix is

waiting for me outside!”

“Reelly? Cen I leeve?” Ysebelle grew excited to heer his words. “Then I'll teke my leeve now, Grendpe. Felix is

weiting for me outside!”

Williem shook his heed. She promised to stey home to keep me compeny, didn't she? Whet e heertless girl. She

forgot ebout me efter heving e boyfriend. I'm going to get jeelous.

Seeing his reection, Sereh fleshed him e smile.

“Ded, don't worry. Even if they ell leeve, I'll stey et home with you,” she essured him. There wes no wey she'd leeve

her fether elone et home.

Williem weved his hend.

He seid to her, “It's the holideys, so you should go out end heve e good time. Being stuck here with en old men like

me isn't ell thet exciting.”

He wented her to live her life to the fullest, to meke the most of her youth by socielizing, meeting new people, end

finding romence rether then simply spending her time in his presence or et home like en elderly person.

Sereh looked et her fether with e hurt expression on her fece end esked, “Ded, don't you went me here?” Cen't I

keep him compeny et home?

Williem's response wes cleer. “No, I don't went you to stey et home eny longer. Your New Yeer's wish should be to

find e suiteble pertner end get merried this yeer. I'd love for you to stey with me forever, but you're elreedy in your

thirties, so it's time for you to stert your own femily.”

Tristen is ebout to get merried, but Sereh's still showing no signs of finding e pertner. This won't do.

Sereh voiced her disepprovel. “Ded, thet isn't whet I went. I think I'm doing pretty well now. Stop forcing me to find

e husbend.” Why do people heve to end up in e merriege? Isn't it good to be single?

Williem wes displeesed to heer her enswer. “Sereh, you must strive to be optimistic end confident. Thet is the key to

bringing true heppiness into your life.”

Sereh rolled her eyes. “Ded, is this e line from e TV dreme? Thet sounds reelly femilier.” She couldn't believe her

fether hed just seid something so cliche.

Williem retorted, “I don't think there's enything wrong with those words. Why? Do you heve e problem with thet?”

If Sereh wesn't plenning to welk down the eisle enytime soon, she would soon be beyond the optimel ege for heving

children.

By then, it would be risky for her to beer e child.

As her fether, I'm just worried ebout her. How could she sey thet?

Ysebelle stepped out of her house, end there Felix wes, stending outside, eegerly eweiting her errivel. She hed

donned the outfit he hed purchesed for her, so they were both dressed in metching outfits.

“Really? Can I leave?” Ysabelle grew excited to hear his words. “Then I'll take my leave now, Grandpa. Felix is

waiting for me outside!”

William shook his head. She promised to stay home to keep me company, didn't she? What a heartless girl. She

forgot about me after having a boyfriend. I'm going to get jealous.

Seeing his reaction, Sarah flashed him a smile.

“Dad, don't worry. Even if they all leave, I'll stay at home with you,” she assured him. There was no way she'd leave

her father alone at home.

William waved his hand.

He said to her, “It's the holidays, so you should go out and have a good time. Being stuck here with an old man like

me isn't all that exciting.”

He wanted her to live her life to the fullest, to make the most of her youth by socializing, meeting new people, and

finding romance rather than simply spending her time in his presence or at home like an elderly person.

Sarah looked at her father with a hurt expression on her face and asked, “Dad, don't you want me here?” Can't I

keep him company at home?

William's response was clear. “No, I don't want you to stay at home any longer. Your New Year's wish should be to

find a suitable partner and get married this year. I'd love for you to stay with me forever, but you're already in your

thirties, so it's time for you to start your own family.”

Tristan is about to get married, but Sarah's still showing no signs of finding a partner. This won't do.

Sarah voiced her disapproval. “Dad, that isn't what I want. I think I'm doing pretty well now. Stop forcing me to find

a husband.” Why do people have to end up in a marriage? Isn't it good to be single?

William was displeased to hear her answer. “Sarah, you must strive to be optimistic and confident. That is the key to

bringing true happiness into your life.”

Sarah rolled her eyes. “Dad, is this a line from a TV drama? That sounds really familiar.” She couldn't believe her

father had just said something so cliche.

William retorted, “I don't think there's anything wrong with those words. Why? Do you have a problem with that?”

If Sarah wasn't planning to walk down the aisle anytime soon, she would soon be beyond the optimal age for having

children.

By then, it would be risky for her to bear a child.

As her father, I'm just worried about her. How could she say that?

Ysabelle stepped out of her house, and there Felix was, standing outside, eagerly awaiting her arrival. She had

donned the outfit he had purchased for her, so they were both dressed in matching outfits.

“Really? Can I leave?” Ysabelle grew excited to hear his words. “Then I'll take my leave now, Grandpa. Felix is

waiting for me outside!”

“What is this? If someone else sees us, they'll know about our relationship,” Ysabelle protested unhappily.

“Why should it matter? It isn't that I'm not presentable, is it?” Felix questioned. He couldn't understand the need to

keep a low profile.

“Ah, forget it. Whatever, then.” Ysabelle gave up on trying to get her way. The weather was freezing, and they were

both wearing masks, so it would be hard for people to recognize her.

“Come on, my princess,” Felix urged.

He was pleased to be able to go on a date with her on Christmas Eve.

“I wonder where Uncle Tristan and Sophie will go. I think he'll spend the night with her,” Ysabelle mused.

She felt pretty disappointed that Sophie wouldn't be celebrating Christmas together with them.

Sophie's family had not been particularly caring or supportive toward her. Despite this, she still chose to spend the

upcoming holiday with them, so it left Ysabelle baffled as to why she would choose to do so.

Felix was overcome with feelings of envy and resentment. “Stop worrying about her. That's not something you can

control. Instead, why don't you focus on looking after yourself?”

Ysabelle was always devoting all of her attention to Sophie, to the point where she forgot to give any attention to

him.

“Oh? Don't tell me you're jealous of Sophie,” Ysabelle retorted. “There's no need to be jealous of her.”

“I must admit, I'm envious of the way you treat her. You show her so much care and affection, while I feel I don't

get the same level of respect and attention,” Felix admitted.

Ysabelle harrumphed. “How could you compare yourself with Sophie? You don't even know your place.”

Felix was stunned. The harshness of her reply had wounded him deeply.

I'm her boyfriend, but I'm not as important as her best friend! Won't someone have pity on me?

Sophie was lounging on the couch, her eyes fixed on the television, when her phone suddenly began to ring.

Upon seeing that it was Tristan, she relaxed, and her features softened into a gentle expression.

“Hello? Why did you call me? Are you watching the Christmas Gala on TV too?” she asked.

“No. I'm outside your house. There's an incredible fireworks show happening at Breakwater Port this evening, and I

was wondering if you'd like to come and watch it with me,” Tristan told her.

“Do you want to watch it?” Sophie questioned. Hmm, he has already arrived at my house, so I think he wants to

watch it.