Changing only for her (Sophie and Tristan)

Chapter 977 Track Of Fate 

At that moment, Sophie had no choice but to call Ysabelle.

“What’s wrong?” Ysabelle thought something had happened to Sophie when the latter had not returned after so long.

“My period came,” was all Sophie said. The rest was understood tacitly since there was already an unspoken understanding established between the two. It was not the first time that happened, anyway.

“Okay. I’ll be right there.” Ysabelle had brought her bag out with her that day, and it contained sanitary pads.

Seeing she was going to leave, Felix hurried after her.

“What’s up? Where are you going?” It was too chaotic out there; he was worried she could get into trouble if she was alone.

“It’s nothing. Sophie’s in the washroom, and I’m going to check on her.” Ysabelle spared Felix the details of the situation.

Before she left, Tristan handed her an exquisite-looking pouch.

“What’s this?” Ysabelle was puzzled. Is this for me? Since when does Uncle Tristan treat me so well? That’s impossible.

“It’s for Sophie. It has what she needs,” Tristan explained. He remembered when Sophie’s time of the month was, so he naturally had the habit of preparing the essentials for her.

Ysabelle did not understand what was going on until she saw the sanitary pads in the pouch upon arriving at the washroom.

More importantly, it was the brand Sophie always used.

The discovery baffled Ysabelle. Is this how it feels to watch someone flaunt their love for their partner? This is torture.

“Sophie, where are you?”

“Here!”

When Ysabelle heard Sophie’s voice, she passed a sanitary pad into the cubicle.

“Uncle Tristan prepared this for you. This is so unexpected from him. He actually remembers when you’re going to have your period. That’s not all! He even prepared everything for you!” Ysabelle commented.

He’s so attentive. Jeez, I’m envious of her.

She added, “To be honest, I’m becoming a little jealous of you, Sophie.” How could there be such a blessed woman?

“Felix treats you well, too. Don’t always compare him to your uncle. Everyone has different ways of showing love to their loved ones.”

Sophie tidied herself before exiting the cubicle. She could not deny that Tristan, who was originally a high and mighty rich heir, often performed sweet gestures for her after they started dating.

As she stepped out of the cubicle, she washed her hands and wiped them dry with a paper towel before walking out with Ysabelle.

“Sophie, you don’t look too good,” Ysabelle remarked. For women, menstruation was like a serious tribulation.

In fact, it was written all over Sophie’s face.

“Does it hurt?”

“A little, but it’s bearable. Don’t worry about it.” Sophie was only feeling a subtle pain in her lower abdomen.

“It’s fine if it’s an ordinary day, but you’re going to enter a race later. Are you sure you’ll be fine?” Ysabelle feared something might go wrong with Sophie’s health.

“I’m fine, really. Trust me.” Sophie’s lips were looking a little pale, but she knew her body’s limits.

There were only ten minutes left till the race by the time Sophie got back. While Ysabelle was still feeling worried, Tristan handed Sophie a mug.

“Have some.” He had already prepared a drink beforehand that could help relieve her discomfort.

“Okay.”

Sophie took a sip, and sure enough, it was the familiar taste of hot cocoa.

“You prepared this, too?” she exclaimed. This man is incredible! He practically prepared everything.

At that moment, everyone else had already entered the arena. They were all from the racing circle, so they had no fear of the sport.

Meanwhile, Lily, who was dressed in her race suit, walked over with a helmet.

Noting the paleness of Sophie’s lips, Lily asked intentionally, “What’s wrong, Ms. Tanner? Are you unwell? The race track today is really dangerous. You mustn’t force yourself if you’re unwell.”

Lily’s pretentious behavior made Ysabelle clench her fists in anger. This woman’s really…

Sophie, however, did not so much as entertain Lily. She simply put on her race suit and helmet before entering the arena.

Lily blinked innocently at Tristan.

“Did I say something wrong, Mr. Tristan? Why do I feel like Ms. Tanner’s being hostile toward me?”

“You should focus on the race, Ms. Sanders. No one’s interested in your acts.”

Ysabelle could not tolerate the woman anymore.

At that time, Sophie had already arrived at the starting point. She originally had plans to toy with Lily, but she thought better of it due to her condition. I’ll end this quickly and win this round to save myself the trouble of having to compete in the arena.

Sophie was a fairly tall person, so the race suit accentuated her figure even more.

As she got into the race car, the lackeys in the crowd could not help but shriek with excitement.

“Wow! She’s my goddess! How gorgeous!”

“My goddess looks great in anything! She’s so beautiful!”

“I know right? She is just too perfect.”

Even though their boss was one of the competitors, the lackeys could not stop themselves from cheering for Sophie.

“She doesn’t look too good today, though. Her face looks a little pale.”

“I noticed that, too. She seems to be unwell today.”

Their comments stoked Ysabelle’s concern.

“Uncle Tristan, will Sophie really be fine? This is Track of Fate we’re talking about.” Earlier, she had heard someone saying many professional racers had died on that track.

Things would have been less complicated if Sophie was fine. The problem was that she was menstruating.

“Just believe in her,” Tristan said. That was all they could do at that point. Asking doubtful questions would only worsen the atmosphere and make everyone more nervous.

At that, Felix pulled Ysabelle to the side and advised, “All right, that’s enough. Saying all this won’t help now. It’ll only make Mr. Tristan more anxious,”

After all, it was Tristan’s beloved woman they were talking about. It would be a lie to say that he was not worried. Even the onlookers were holding their breaths.

“Okay.” Ysabelle stood beside Felix silently. The only thing they could do at that moment was pray for Sophie’s safety.

The second the gunshot sounded, twelve premium race cars sped off like rockets shooting into the air.

“D”mn! These race cars are definitely the cream of all race cars. Look at their speed. So incredible!”

At first, Lily was in the lead with her dazzling blue race car.

She never would have dared to choose the category if not for her top-notch racing skills.

“You’re going to lose, Sophie!” Her eyes glimmered with a vicious glint.

The track is named Track of Fate for a reason. Sophie will most likely die in this race, and when that happens, Tristan will be mine.

Sophie was unfazed by the fact that Lily was in the lead. As soon as she got into the car, her blood began to