Rise Above The Betrayal (Sophia and Tristan) novel Chapter 142

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The caregivers were all professionals. As soon as they saw the ingredients and methods for the medicated meals, their hit up. They couldn’t help but look at Sophia with admiration. 

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“Andrew is a bit picky when it comes to food,” said Sophia with a gentle smile. “He wouldn’t be able to keep it up with the medicine, and it’d actually slow his recovery. So, medicated meals do the trick just as well and taste a whole lot better.” 

“Picky?” Andrew Yeats immediately protested. “I’m an old man–how could I be picky? Besides, if Sophia made it, I’d swallow anything.” 

Sophia raised an eyebrow, giving him a teasing look. “Really?” 

Andrew Yeats had a strange feeling, but not wanting to lose face in front of his future granddaughter–in–law, he straightened up and proudly declared, “Of course! What haven’t I been through? I’m definitely not picky about food!” 

Sophia didn’t call him out on it. From their dinner together, she could tell he was actually picky about food. These medicated meals were carefully crafted by her after close observation. 

She curled her lips into a small, teasing smile, her eyes gleaming “That’s good. Since Andrew isn’t afraid of taking medicine, I’m not worried about my gift being refused.” 

Andrew’s proud expression suddenly faltered as Sophia pulled out a delicate box from her bag. She gently shook it, listening to the sound of the pills rolling inside. There were quite a few. 

“If everything goes well, I’ll give Andrew a few more injections next month. After another week of observation, he should be able to leave the hospital.” 

She placed the box into his hand. “Of course, the condition is that you take this medicine–one pill in the morning, one in the evening, and don’t skip a dose.” 

Andrew Yeats had a bad feeling about this. 

He looked at Sophia, then at the box in his hand. Moving his finger unwillingly, he opened the box. A bitter, yet extremely rich medicinal scent wafted into the air. 

For the past few days, he had been taking the pills Sophia left for him. 

At first, he didn’t feel anything since he was unconscious. But after regaining his senses, he had been swallowing the bitter pills. 

While those pills were bearable by scent alone, this new box of pills practically screamed “bitter.” 

Andrew Yeats didn’t even want to think about how bitter and nasty these pills were going to taste. The box in his hand suddenly felt like a ticking time bomb. 

But after all that bragging in front of his future granddaughter–in–law, he couldn’t back down now. If Edward Roscente caught wind of it, he’d never hear the end of it. 

He forced a grin, his face stiff. “Thank you, Sophia… you’re so thoughtful.” 

“You’re very welcome, Andrew. Sophia’s voice was sweet, the smile on her lips full of mischief, and those eyes had that sly sparkle. Bright, cheeky, impossible to look away from. 

Tristan’s hazel eyes darkened just a little, and the corners of his mouth quirked up. ‘She really is a little fox. He grinned. Tristan knew she’d used that sly little trick to get his Andrew to take the pills without a fuss. 

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As expected, only Sophia could keep the men of the Roscente Family in check. 

Sophia stayed at the hospital until nine in the evening, getting ready to leave. 

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Andrew Yeats looked like he didn’t want her to go, his eyes full of longing, but he knew it was getting late. If anyone else saw him like this, they’d probably think he’d been abandoned by his family. 

Sophia couldn’t help but smile, “I’ll come check in on you when I’ve got time, Andrew.” 

Tristan stepped in, taking her hand and adding, “Yeah, we’ll swing by again in a few days.” 

Andrew Yeats rolled his eyes at Tristan before turning to Sophia with a grin. “Doesn’t matter if that brat comes or not, Sophia. Just make sure you come visit me when you’ve got some free time.” 

After saying their goodbyes, and with Andrew Yeats giving them reluctant look, Tristan took Sophia’s hand.” 

Gary, ever the third wheel, followed behind and kept a good distance. 

As they reached the VIP elevator, Gary raised an eyebrow and shot a quick glance at the corner, a sly smile tugging at his lips. 

What a little rat, sneaking around in the dark,‘ he thought. ‘What was the point of peeking? Probably just to get a good look at how cozy Tristan and Mrs. Yeats were together. 

Gary shoved his hands into his pockets, not bothering with the person lurking in the shadows. He just followed Tristan and Sophia into the elevator. 

Meanwhile, around the corner, Mary quickly looked away, her heart racing as she patted her chest. 

Had Mr. Tomlins noticed me?‘ She thought with fear, and it took her headed back to Xandra’s ward. 

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As soon as Mary entered, Xandra shot up, asking eagerly, “Tristan… Has Tristan come?” 

Since the Stewart Family had left, Xandra had asked Mary to keep an eye on Andrew Yeats. Once Tristan was done visiting she planned to find a way to get him to come see her. 

But the hours had dragged on–afternoon slipping into evening and she’d been waiting. 

She hadn’t expected Tristan and Sophia to leave at nine, and she definitely couldn’t believe that Sophia had stayed in the ward to keep Andrew Yeats company for such a lavish dinner. 

The more Xandra waited, the more restless she became. 

Her gaze flickered towards the door, as though willing it to open and bring her the news she wanted. She would shamelessly ask for a meal, and play the part of the perfect, elegant guest. 

If only I could get close to him–just once, let him compare me to Sophia… Xandra thought, her grip tightened. ‘I’m the one raised by the Roscente Family. I’m meant to be by Tristan’s side, not that country bumpkin. 

But then her mind flashed back to the encounter earlier that day Andrew Yeats had been distant, and she’d felt the difference in the way he looked at her compared to the way he treated Sophia. 

her… 

That thought made her hesitate. ‘Sophia’s the real granddaughter, she thought, ‘and Andrew Yeats already has a soft 

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for 

She tried to calm the storm in her head. ‘No, 1 can’t ruin this. She thought, knowing she had to play it cool, and had to wait for the right moment to strike. 

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As long as Tristan was still willing to leave Sophia and come to her, she knew she still had a shot. 

But when she saw Mary return alone, her hopes crumbled. The beart she’d been holding onto finally sank. 

“Miss Roscente… “Mary hesitated before she spoke up, “I’m sorry Mr. Yeats had already left.” 

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Xandra froze, her blood running cold. The news hit her like a punch in the gut. She leaned back on her pillow, her heart pumping loudly against her chest. 

Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, filled with frustration and anger. 

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She wanted to ask Mary if she had told Tristan how badly she was hurt, how the pain had eaten away at her, but the words never left her mouth, 

Instead, she remembered the moment she collapsed in front of Tristan, right into Mary’s arms. 

Tristan had seen her. He had witnessed her collapse–had seen the tears welling in her eyes, the visible pain etched on her face. But he didn’t care. Not one bit. 

There hadn’t been any compassion, not a flicker of concern. He didn’t even offer a token greeting or pretend for the sake of appearances. His indifference stung more than she cared to admit. 

She clenched her fists at her sides, her knuckles white with the effort. The silence in the room was oppressive, and after a long pause, her lips parted. 

“I want to be discharged,” she muttered, turning her head slowly toward Mary, “Mary, let’s go through the discharge procedures.” 

There was nothing physically wrong with her, not really. The fainting episode had been more about the mental strain–the anger, the humiliation of kneeling at the Roscente Manor’s entrance, of Tristan’s cold dismissal.