Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 366

Since Frank ordered Amelia to hit the table 100 times, she had to do so.

Just because of a complaint from her, he took away her dishes and also swept all the dishes she had cooked all

afternoon to the floor, making a mess all over the floor and forcing her to clean up. Amelia felt that in her last life,

she must have killed Frank's family for him to take revenge on her like this life.

In the study on the second floor, Frank was sitting at the desk drawing again. This time, he not only painted the

baby but also painted him and Kendall in the painting as a family portrait.

Desmond held the tray and knocked on the door.

Seeing him painting again, Desmond sighed.

Frank was really obsessed with Kendall.

"Master." Desmond came over with the tray and said gently, " Master, even if you don't eat, you have to drink a

bowl of soup. You still have injuries. If you don't eat or drink, it will be difficult for you to recover."

Frank did not lift his head. He took a pen and carefully drew Kendall's appearance.

Desmond said distressingly, "Master, she is married. She is Dylan's wife. So you should give up."

Met with silence, Desmond gave another try at persuading him. "Master, there are so many fish in the sea. Master,

the dream you have is simply a dream, not reality. You really don't need to indulge in your dream and treat her with

such tenderness all your life. Yes, if she is still unmarried, I will raise both my hands in favor of you pursuing her, but

she—"

Frank raised his head and said coldly, "Desmond, if you want to be rid of your ability to speak, I can satisfy you

anytime."

Desmond was speechless, after which he silently put the bowl of soup on the tray on the desk.

"I don't want to drink it; take the soup away."

"Master, you will starve your body of nutrients like this. If you don't have a healthy body, how can you fight against

Dylan?"

Desmond really understood the mind of his master. In an instant, Frank directly picked up the bowl of soup and

drank it all in one breath.

Putting the soup bowl back on the tray, Frank looked at Desmond and said, "Desmond, don't worry about me and

Kendall. I owe her, and so I have to pay her back."

When Kendall questioned him that night, she was in so much pain and cried so sadly as she told him about the

despair of the past. It was seared in his mind and heart, and he could not forget it.

Even if Kendall beat him up, how could that be a pain compared with Kendall's pain? The pain was less than one-

thousandth of hers.

Anyone could call him obsessed, domineering, perverted. However, he really just wanted a chance to atone for his

sins and really wanted to reunite the family of three.

Since Frank ordered Amelia to hit the table 100 times, she had to do so.

Even if the reunion of their family of three required a lot of sacrifices, he would persevere and would not give up

until the goal was achieved!

"Alas." Desmond had said everything that should be said, and Frank was still the same as before.

"Send Amelia out later and let her walk home by herself. Her bag doesn't need to be returned to her."

Last time, Amelia's bag and phone were left at his house.

Frank found it, but he didn't plan to return it to Amelia now. He would leave Amelia penniless again, and she didn't

have a phone to contact her family, so she had to walk home.

"Master, it's nighttime. Ms. Taylor is a young and beautiful girl. It's dangerous for her to walk back alone like this."

"What happens to her has nothing to do with me!"

Desmond stopped talking, whereupon he silently put away the tray and left the study.

Under the 'monitoring' of a sharp kitchen knife, Amelia kept hitting the table. She was fine after hitting it once or

twice, but after 100 times, her palms were sore, red, and swollen.

Desmond looked at Amelia apologetically for a while.

His heart was biased toward Frank. As long as Frank could be distracted, even if Frank tortured Amelia, he would

help Frank.

He only hoped that one day Frank could let go of his obsession with Kendall, but he knew that this day would be

difficult to come by.

Unless Frank fell in love with another woman, he could not let go of his obsession with Kendall.

All this time, Frank generally did not allow women outside the family to approach him. The only ones who could

approach him were Kendall and Amelia.

Desmond couldn't help thinking if one day the owner fell in love with Amelia...

But with Frank's current approach toward Amelia, Desmond decided that he didn’t want Frank to fall in love with

her. Otherwise, Frank would have to spend his life atoning for what he did to her.

Desmond quickly got rid of the sudden thought.

After all, he didn't wish to watch Frank begging Amelia for mercy in the future.

Anyway, Frank was so obsessed with Kendall that he would never fall in love with other women.

Ugh! What am I thinking?

Desmond cursed himself in his heart.

I should hope that he will fall in love with other women!

...

In the dead of night, Amelia dragged her tired body along as she was released from the Mendelson Residence.

This big mansion was full of beauty, but for her, it was dark and shadowy.

If she could, she hoped that she would never have to step into this place again in her life.

D*mn Frank!

D*mn Frank a hundred times!

My right hand is red and swollen; it hurts!

She had also gone sweeping and mopping the floor. It took several hours to completely remove the oil stains on the

floor, and her back was sore from exhaustion.

The worst thing was that she had not even had a glass of water from the afternoon till now, let alone eaten.

Frank was definitely sent by God to torture her.

As soon as Amelia walked out of the Mendelson Residence, the staff slammed the door shut.

She turned her head, snorted at the gate, and muttered to herself, "So eager to close the door! Do you think I don't

want to leave? I wish I don't have to come here for the rest of my life!"

After scolding, Amelia walked forward helplessly.

The surroundings were quiet, and only the street lamps on both sides of the road guarded the road like loyal

soldiers.

Digging around in her pockets, she found that she didn't have her phone and realized it was still in the hands of the

demon Frank.

She then found some cash that she, fortunately, brought with her today. As long as she walked out of the villa area,

she could take a cab home.

Tomorrow, I will go buy a new phone. No, I will try to get back the bag I left here tomorrow.

Her wallet and phone were all in the bag. The main thing was that her ID card was in her wallet. If she didn't get the

bag back, she wouldn't even have her ID card.

Meanwhile, in the Coleman Residence, Ronnie reported to Dylan about the fact that Amelia was just released by

Frank's bodyguards.

Dylan looked at his beloved wife, who had gone to bed. He got up, went outside, and then said in a low voice to

Ronnie, "You go over now and bring Ms. Taylor home. It's very dangerous for her to walk home like this in the middle

of the night. If something happens to her, Kendall will feel distressed."

Ronnie was speechless.

How could I rush over to take Amelia home?

Her eyes gleamed every time she saw me.

Is it really okay for me to send her home?

But Dylan made a good point, and he really didn't know how to refuse Dylan.

"Okay."

Finally, Ronnie agreed.

If he had known this earlier, he would have let others report this matter to Dylan.

He wished he had known this before!