Loveless Marriage

Chapter 145 Tristan's Old Friend

"Oh, I'll sleep right away." Tristan replied in a soft voice. He then went silent again, not knowing what he

was thinking of.

Half a minute later, he opened his mouth and begged, "Isabella... Could you do me favour? "

Isabella lowered her gaze. She lightly raised her eyebrows, asking: "Is there anything you haven't

confessed to the court and wanted me to help you?"

"…"

Feeling a little embarrassed, Tristan said awkwardly: "It's not like that..."

Isabella continued, "Then why didn't you tell mom but waited me to help you?"

"I don't want your mom to worry. Besides, there's nothing she could do for me. Her legs are not in a

very good situation, so don't let her suffer."

Isabella curled her lips, saying: "But I'm pregnant. Do you remember that?"

Tristan immediately choked by her words.

Indeed, she was the most worrisome person in the family right now. How would they be at ease when

she took trips and worked with such a big belly?

His old face revealed traces of guilt, then he went silent.

Seeing him like that, Isabella's heart couldn't help but soften. She said: "Alright, I was just joking. I just

want to you to tell everything to mom. She can feel you're in a low spirit even if you didn't say

anything."

"Tell me what do you want me to do?"

"Isabella..." Tristan was moved. He then raised his skinny arm, wanting to rub her head, but gave up

midway. He said hoarsely: "Tomorrow is the birthday of an old friend of mine, and I want you to have a

visit."

Isabella was startled, "Your friend? Who? He didn't come to see you when you were in jail. Are you still

wanna visit him on his birthday?"

In the past, he had many friends, but after that incident, no one came to visit him, as well as this time

he was ill.

Now he suddenly mentioned such an old friend, it was reasonable for her to be so surprised.

Looking into the distance, Tristan seemed to be lost in his thought as he muttered, "Already passed

away... "

Isabella's expression froze, and her mood was suddenly down.

So he wanted her to visit a grave?

No wonder he was in upset today.

Isabella remained silent for a few seconds, then slowly asked: "I'll visit him tomorrow. You can tell me

his name and address."

Joy appeared in Tristan's eyes and he couldn't help but hold her hand. Pausing for a few seconds, he

slowly said: "Ashley Rodriguez, and you should call her Miss...”

"Wait!" Isabella's face darkened, and she suddenly interrupted him, "Ashley... Miss? A female?"

She'd thought the old friend was a 'he'.

"No wonder you didn't dare to tell my mother. I didn't know you even have an affair out there and still

can't forget her after she passed away."

Her face turned cold gradually.

He could even corrupt and make himself in jail, no wonder he may have some kind of mistress in

secret.

Tristan panicked. He propped himself up from the bed and cough urgently, "Isabella, no, it's not like

what you think. I swear to God that I have never cheated on your mom...She is just an old friend of

mind, who passed away right before I went into jail..."

As he said, his eyes gradually dimmed down and showed a trace of guilt. Finally, he sighed and lay

back down.

Isabella calmly looked at him. She clearly knew that it was disrespectful, but she still mocked, "Your old

female friend...who my mom doesn't know yet, so... she should be a soul mate, shouldn't she? If she's

still alive, if you're still the grand judge, are you going to attend her birthday party and give her a huge

present?"

Marriage was just like this, wasn't it? It was full of cheating and hurting, and the two should still pretend

to not know those things and live the rest life together.

That was why she didn't want to herself get hurt anymore and chose to divorce Christian. If this

continued, wouldn't she be like Diana?

"Isabella..." Tristan's expression darkened. His thin and old face was at a loss of what to do. He wanted Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

to explain but didn't know how. After pausing for a long time, he finally squeezed out a few words and

revealed a pleading look, "She isn't some soul mate, and we're not in that kind of relationship... Don't

tell your mother about this. I don't want her to overthink of it. "

Isabella's pretty face was indifferent, "Even if you did have some sort mistresses, I wouldn't tell her. I

don't care about your matters, but I can't let my mom get hurt anymore. You only have her now. Do you

even know that?"

"I know..." Tristan looked upset.

"Alright, tell me the address. I'll go there tomorrow." Isabella said as she stood up.

"Cypress Cemetery, South Hall Street, Liverpool. "

Isabella frowned, shocking: "Liverpool?"

Liverpool. She heard this place quite a few times.

Then she suddenly remembered that Minh's hometown was Liverpool.

Tristan was a bit confused, "What's wrong?"

Isabella shook her head, "No, nothing. I'll be there tomorrow morning. "

"Okay, okay..." Tristan smiled at her in satisfaction and slowly closed his eyes in exhaustion.

Isabella's gaze became deeper as she looked at him. Standing by the bed for a while, she turned out

the lights and left.

...

The next day, Isabella decided to go to the company first before heading to Liverpool.

When she left, Tristan and Rachel were still sleeping, so Isabella told Diana, "Mom, father might be

bored staying in his room all day. Doesn't he have a wheelchair? You can push him around in the

garden nearby, but be careful when you go downstairs. "

"Bored?" Diana scoffed in annoyance, heavily rubbing the table and scolding, "I've been staying at

home to look after him all day, while I haven's said that I'm bored yet. If he isn't sick, he should still be

in that jail now."

"..."

Isabella couldn't tell her the truth, but only to laugh dryly: "Mom, as for Rachel, I'll have to bother you to

take care of her today. She's a good girl and won't make you any trouble. Just don't forget to feed her."

If she wasn't going to Liverpool, she would definitely bring Rachel to the company with her

today.