Anything For Her

Chapter 295
Visiting The Grave On their way to the cemetery, there was barely a soul to be seen, for it was rare for people to pay their
respects on Christmas day. By the time Tristan’s group arrived, Yale and the others were already there. At the sight of Tristan’s
car, Yale hurried forward to open the door and help Josiah out. Given that it was still cold in Jipsdale, Sophie quickly alighted and
wrapped a scarf around Josiah’s neck. With the help of his walking stick, Josiah walked toward Mary’s grave step by step.
Sophie followed him from behind with a bouquet of lilies in her hands. Once he reached Mary’s tombstone, Josiah’s eyes began
to redden. Tristan, too, came up from behind to stay with Josiah and Sophie. In the meantime, Yale and Caleb began to clear the
weeds around the grave, while Charmaine and Willow dusted its surroundings. After everything was done, Josiah said a prayer.
“Mary, it’s been a while since I last came to see you. Please don’t blame me for it. Not taking good care of you is the biggest
regret of my life. “Perhaps we’ll have better luck in our next life. Previously, I never believed in such a thing. But now, I do hope
that it’s true, for I’ll be able to see you again. When the time comes, you’re not allowed to avoid me, all right? I’ll come and ask
for your hand again with a big bouquet of lilies. In our next life, I’ll definitely try my best to be more romantic.” Morgan handed
Josiah a tissue. “What’s that for? I’m not crying. Besides, I don’t think I have much time left, so I’ll probably be seeing her soon.”
Morgan—who had served Josiah for many years—naturally knew how intense the latter’s relationship had been with Mary.
“Mmm-hmm, soon. We’re both old now,”
Morgan lamented. Meanwhile, Tristan was particularly touched by Josiah’s words. No one really knew if there was still life after
death. Therefore, he resolved to treasure and never let go of the girl he loved. With Tristan holding her hand, Sophie could feel
the warmth he exuded. In that instant, she felt blessed to have him by her side. After finishing his soliloquy, Josiah began to tire.
Hence, Morgan helped him to the graves of his former comrades to clear them up. All of a sudden, Tristan released Sophie’s
hand and bowed in front of Mary’s tombstone. “Old Mrs. Tanner, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Tristan Lombard, and you can
rest assured that I’ll be taking care of Sophie and Old Mr. Tanner going forward.” Tristan’s sudden gesture caused Sophie’s heart
to skip a beat. After baring his soul to Mary, Tristan returned to Sophie’s side. “Do you still want to stay with Old Mrs. Tanner a
little longer?” As everyone else had returned to the car, Tristan and Sophie were the only ones left. Also, the weather was
freezing cold since they were on top of a hill. “I’m done. Let’s go home.” As Josiah had already been out a while, it was time for
them to go home.
“Okay.” With that, Tristan held her hand as they walked down side by side. When they finally got back to the car, Josiah—just as
expected—was already waiting inside. On the way home, the latter remained silent throughout the journey. When they reached
the Tanner residence, Sophie and Tristan helped Josiah back to his bedroom. “Grandpa, you should take a nap. I’ll get Morgan
to wake you later.” “All right. Now, shoo! You youngsters should go out on your date. There’s no need to waste your time on me.”

“Grandpa...” “Go on then. I’m tired and want to get some rest.” Every time they came back from visiting Mary’s grave, Josiah
would behave that way. After coming out of Josiah’s room, Sophie led Tristan downstairs. Yale—at the sight of Tristan—
suggested in an obsequious tone, “Mr. Tristan, why don’t you stay for a meal? The food is ready to be served.” “I’ll pass.” Having
no intention of staying for food, Tristan walked out together with Sophie.
Even though the snub had left Yale feeling particularly uncomfortable, he naturally didn’t dare complain as he was fearful of
Tristan. Caleb, after observing his father’s behavior, naturally knew that Tristan wasn’t someone to be trifled with. Within the
Tanner family, Tristan seemed to only respect Sophie and Josiah. As for the others, they were like nobodies to him. Therefore,
faced with Tristan’s attitude, he had no idea how to solicit the former’s help. To be honest, this is going to be tough. “Dad, it’s all
right. Mr. Tristan is busy and doesn’t have time to eat in our home,” Caleb consoled his father, who snorted in response. “Forget
it. Big shots like him won’t bother with common folk like us.” Despite that, I’m still Sophie’s father! How dare he not show me any
respect? Meanwhile, Sophie had walked Tristan back to his car. “Isn’t the physics competition starting soon? When are you
leaving?” He remembered that the competition was after the holidays. “We’ll be leaving in two days.” After the holidays, they had
to attend training. Since the physics competition was conducted at the national level, Aaron insisted on the training out of his
concern for them.
“Will Bailey be there?” “Yeah.” “Oh.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I’m only going to participate in a physics competition, so
what’s with that look on his face? “Nothing. It’s just that I can’t go together with you.” He was tied down by a huge project on
hand. “It’s only for one week. There’s no need for you to be by my side.” What does she mean by “it’s only one week?” Doesn’t
she know that it feels like an eternity? “Would things have been better if I were your age?” That way, he could do many things
together with her. Sophie gave him a dubious look. “Mr. Tristan, what are you saying? You’re not old. Besides, I like men who are
a little older than I am.” “Really?” Fine! As long as she likes it, I don’t mind being older at all. “Yup.” Faced with his delighted
expression, Sophie couldn’t bring herself to refute her words. After she gave him a nod, Tristan wrapped his arms around her
waist and gave her forehead a peck. “All right, go back in now.” “Okay. You be careful on your way home.” Tristan made sure
Sophie had gone back in before getting into his car and driving off. Back at home, he was greeted by the sight of Ysabelle
watching TV with William, which was a rare occasion as she seldom watched war films with the latter. “Uncle Tristan, you’re
home!” Noticing that it was already five thirty, Ysabelle was filled with excitement. “Mmm-hmm.” Tristan gave her a cursory
response. Just as he prepared to head upstairs, Ysabelle quickly caught up with him. “Uncle Tristan, did you go and see Sophie?
Why didn’t you invite me along?”