Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 384

Frank turned grim in response, for he detested hearing others saying how happy Kendall was married to Dylan.

"Do you really like Kendall, or do you only think of her as a means to fight Master Dylan?"

"That's none of your business!" Frank retorted coldly as he turned around to look at Amelia with derision. "Don't go

thinking you're special and have the right to lecture me just because you've been here for a few days, Taylor. You're

my pawn."

Amelia sneered in response. "Geeze, you don't say. I've always been aware that I'm your pawn, and you do treat

me specially—specially ruthless, that is. I'm not trying to lecture you either, President. I just feel bad for my friend,

and there's no need to think so highly of yourself. As much as I'd unknowingly drool whenever I gawk at your good

looks, I have a crush. I won't really fantasize about you."

"Are you saying I'm flattering myself?" Frank growled grimly.

"Are you not? Kendall clearly doesn't like you. Hell, she doesn't even feel anything for you, yet you still shamelessly

cling to her. Tell me you haven't been thinking highly of yourself now. Do you think just because you're prince

charming, every woman wants to dance with you at the ball?"

Frank shot up and turned around at once, standing right before Amelia. Alas, before the young woman could even

register what was happening, his large hand was already squeezing her neck, causing Amelia to instantly flail and

struggle from suffocation.

"Sir, sir!" Desmond had left the room to relay Frank's order to buy laxatives, only to rush back inside in fright upon

seeing what his master was doing. However, he dared not forcibly pry Frank's hand away but tried reminding him,

"Sir, Ms. Taylor is Miss Kendall's best friend. If something bad happens to her here, Miss Kendall will surely avenge

Ms. Taylor, and by then, you and Miss Kendall will become enemies."

Desmond sure knew his master like the back of his hand as Frank loosened his grip on Amelia's neck. However, he

also shoved her to the floor while doing so.

"No one can stop me from getting Kendall. She's mine!" he hissed icily.

He was just a step slower, allowing Dylan to get to her first. I will fight you to the death for stealing my wife, Dylan!

What? Dylan retorted. Who's the wife-snatcher here, you shameless, distorted b*stard?! Yo, God, are you not going

to say something?!

I know nothing. I'm blind. God played dumb.

On the floor, Amelia coughed non-stop because she really thought she was going to be a goner.

Hell, to think she had thought Frank was incomparably hot back then—even hotter than Dylan at that. But now,

after knowing him personally, she realized there was a good reason he was forever second-best next to Dylan.

This man was f*cking crazy and unreasonable!

Then again, if he could be reasoned with, he wouldn't have gotten her to take care of him, only to vent his anger at

her. No doubt he was forcing her to cry about it to Kendall so that the latter would come seeking justice for her,

thereby falling into his trap.

Well, too bad for you; I will never go to Kendall for this. What are you going to do, kill me?!

Frank glared daggers at Amelia for a long while before limping into the house, leaving his wheelchair outside.

He hadn't actually wanted to come out to soak up the sun; it was merely an excuse to torture her.

It wasn't until Frank went back inside that Desmond went to help Amelia up and sighed, "Ms. Taylor, you're not Miss

Kendall. Please don't try to challenge Mr. Mendelson. He can really kill you if he gets serious."

Meanwhile, Amelia rubbed her neck in silence.

"Ms. Taylor, you have to hang on."

At that, she looked at Desmond, pissed off. "Desmond, does your master know you're defying him?"

"You're smart, Ms. Taylor—no wonder you're Miss Kendall's best friend. They always say birds of a feather flock

together. Since you can be close with Miss Kendall, that means you two are the same kind of people—smart and

magnanimous. Any man would be lucky to marry you."

Let's hope that man will be Mr. Mendelson. Desmond could already imagine his master's challenging path to

winning his beloved's heart now. To make it less daunting for Frank, he desperately tried to explain the situation to

Amelia.

"If Mr. Mendelson is infatuated with an unmarried Miss Kendall, I'd pull out the fireworks to celebrate. But as reality

has it, she's married to Master Dylan. Master Dylan spoils her to no end, and Mr. Mendelson has never once

defeated Master Dylan. As such, Mr. Mendelson is destined to suffer. I really don't want him to bear such suffering."

Frank's misery pained Desmond. He just couldn't understand how his master would constantly dream about Miss

Kendall before even encountering her at the hospital. Even more outrageously, the two had a daughter together…

Never would Desmond have believed in such strangeness if it hadn't happened to Frank and that he hadn't

witnessed how suddenly Frank became infatuated with Kendall.

"Isn't he doing this because Kendall married Dylan?"

"No. Anyhow, this whole thing is very bizarre and also very depressing. Actually, Mr. Mendelson is very miserable. Of

course, you're on Master Dylan's side, adversarial to Mr. Mendelson, so you can't see how miserable he is."

With different sides came different perspectives.

"Desmond, you're a good guy, and I can see you genuinely care about your master. Try and talk some sense into

him, will you? See that he doesn't stray into an enraging blind alley. I won't yield either. If he really has feelings for

Kendall, then he shouldn't be doing any of this."

Desmond sighed in response. "Mr. Mendelson is obstinate; you've experienced it first hand yourself. In fact,

between the Mendelsons, no one but Old Master Mendelson can get Mr. Mendelson to do anything otherwise.

However, the old master is getting in on age, and it's not something we want to bother him with. Ms. Taylor, can you

please be a little more attentive to Mr. Mendelson? I mean, put in a tiny bit of care whenever you're forced to look

after him. Mr. Mendelson's actually really piteous and unloved."

Amelia fell silent, ruminating on Desmond's words until she heard him say, "Ms. Taylor, if you can so kindly push Mr.

Mendelson's wheelchair inside while I have them buy the laxative."

She was rendered speechless at once. Desmond, how can you ask me to be nicer to your master while obliging to

his orders and feeding me laxatives…

"Miss Taylor, I'll secretly return your bag to you before you leave so that you can either call your family to pick you

up or have the money to hail a cab instead of walking home again."

The people in the Mendelson Residence were all glad that nothing had happened to Amelia, for they all believed she

had walked home for the past few nights. Little did they know that Ronnie had been 'passing by' every night to take

Amelia home.

Thus, it became a time she most looked forward to whenever she was 'asked' to come over, for she'd be able to go

home in her crush's car.

They could argue he was really just passing by if she encountered him once, but surely it was no coincidence when

she encountered him for a few days straight.

Does Ronnie actually have feelings for me? she pondered joyously. Is this why he has been pretending to 'pass by'

and sending me home for the past few nights? Not only that, we'd pass by that restaurant every night, and he'd

take me inside for dinner without fail.

However, Amelia didn't burst his bubble. Since Ronnie said he was just 'passing by', she'd just take his word for it.

Meanwhile, Desmond pulled some cash out of his wallet and shoved them into Amelia's hand, whispering, "Miss

Taylor, this is compensation for scaring you. Surely Mr. Mendelson had spooked you for good just now. Go ahead

and calm your nerves with this money. I'll go and buy the laxatives now."

Desmond went off to buy the laxatives joyously after giving Amelia the money, thinking he had successfully gotten

Amelia feeling bad for Frank.

Alas, she was instead rendered speechless, for all his efforts had gone to waste the second he said he'd be off to

buy the laxatives.