Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 388

"Miss Finley, I have a huge collection of good wine at my house. If you want to drink, I can provide the venue and

have wine and food served. You can drink all you want, but you can't invite my wife to go to places like a bar."

Even if Kendall knew martial arts, it would still be too chaotic.

With her good looks, Dylan was reluctant to let her go to a bar.

She was now the young mistress of the Coleman Family. If she appeared at a bar and someone took a photo of her

and posted it in public, it would cause trouble for his elders.

"P-President Coleman."

Emma stuttered for a bit before continuing, "A-Are you there?"

"I'm not dead, so of course I'm here."

Emma smiled sheepishly. "President Coleman, I drank some alcohol and began spouting nonsense. Please forget

about everything I said to Kendall; treat it like some poop to be flushed away."

"You really did drink alcohol. Even your vocabulary is getting wild."

Emma smiled politely.

"Shall I get someone to fetch you, or will you be coming over by cab?"

Emma said hesitantly, "President Coleman, c-can I… not come?"

"Don't you want to drink? I won't stop you no matter how much wine you and my wife intend to drink when you're

at my place."

"I'll go over by cab," she answered, not daring her boss to send over a car.

Kendall had lied when she said Dylan wasn't there. In the end, Dylan heard everything Emma said.

"Good."

Dylan hung up.

Emma patted her chest heavily. It was fortunate that Dylan didn't bite her head off.

With a man like Dylan, it would be difficult for Kendall to obtain freedom in the future.

Emma began to take pity on Kendall.

She had been with Dylan for many years, so she knew how domineering he was.

He was very possessive.

However, it was also true that Dylan pampered Kendall.

After getting out of the bar, Emma managed to hail a cab. She gave the driver Dylan's address and was sent right

there.

Some time later, two women sat at a table which had been carried outside, sitting under the moon and in front of

the flowers while they ate and drank.

Kendall had prepared the food herself.

Dylan was mumbling, but Kendall pretended she hadn't heard anything, wisely choosing not to answer him lest the

selfish man stopped her from drinking.

Soon after, Alice and Jane also joined in the fun, having caught the fragrance of wine.

Thus, they had enough members to play poker.

Of course, Kendall didn't know how to play poker. She used to watch others play poker, but she couldn't understand

it, nor could she learn it. She wasn't interested either.

After returning to her biological family, several daughters from rich families had asked her to play cards with them,

but she declined their invitation because she didn't know how to play. After that, not many invited her anymore.

"Emma, are you drinking to forget your sorrows because of Toddy?"

Kendall looked at Emma, who was partially drunk, then asked in concern.

Of the four women, Kendall and Jane could handle alcohol the best. Alice wasn't very good with alcohol and only ate

the food, drinking a small sip of wine occasionally.

Emma had something weighing in her heart, and she had drunk some alcohol at the bar before drinking so much

wine here. She was obviously drunk as her cheeks flushed red, her eyes glassy.

"It's been so long, but he still didn't turn out the way I had hoped."

Emma said in embarrassment, "I sent myself countless flowers, and I know he minds the fact that someone had

been sending me bouquets, but he still didn't do anything about it. Kendall, I'm tired. I want to give up, I really do."

Sending herself flowers?

Kendall and the others exchanged glances. They couldn't quite understand what Emma meant.

Emma didn't explain, either. She slumped on the table, her right hand hammering the tabletop.

"I'm so tired, so tired… Why is love so difficult?"

Alice patted Emma on the shoulder.

Jane said, "You can just force yourself on him, then he'll be yours. If he doesn't want to take responsibility, just run

away pregnant. He'll definitely get mad, and he'll start chasing after you just like in the s. Why don't you just

run away while pregnant and hide somewhere to give birth to a child? Raise the child until he's a few years old,

then bring the child with you when you make your grand comeback."

Alice and Kendall were speechless.

How many s had Jane read?

Those were all typical storylines.

Still, s were inspired by life, and the events in life were also written into s. Life did imitate art, and vice

versa.

Emma smiled bitterly. "I can't do that."

She still had her last remaining pride, after all.

"Forget it. Let's just drink and be merry tonight. After a night's sleep, the sun will still be rising from the east when

you wake up, and the earth will still be turning on its own axis. My life will still go on. Even without him, I can still

pave my own way."

The three women simultaneously gave her a thumbs-up.

"It's quite nice like this, Emma. You won't have to end up like Kelly." After Alice said that, she even glanced at

Kendall, fearing that the latter might get mad.

Emma nodded. "You're right. I can't end up like Kelly. Everyone online is insulting Kelly for being so shameless and

wretched for seducing someone else's husband and ruining their marriage. Why do they never put the blame on

the men?"

Kendall didn't reply, but she agreed with Emma's sentiment.

Putting aside her grudges with Kelly, when it came to her issue with Jackson, Kendall felt that even though Kelly was

at fault, the greater fault lay with Jackson himself. He was the one who plotted against Kelly, after all.

As such, Jane's suggestion had a high risk to it. If they really slept together, but he simply married someone else

after that, she would only be digging her own grave.

"Emma, you're so outstanding. As soon as you let go, you'll definitely find a man more suitable for you," said

Kendall while comforting Emma.

No matter how nice Toddy was, he wasn't a good fit for Emma. Even if they were forced together, they wouldn't

find happiness.

Since she couldn't get what she wanted, she could only let go.

It would be of no benefit to anyone to force things.

"Let go of the relationship that was not meant to be, and perhaps happiness might just be around the corner," Jane

also chimed in.

Toddy and Emma were different from her and Yoseph. They were childhood friends, and they had feelings for each

other, but Yoseph wasn't willing to admit it just yet.

She also liked to tease Yoseph, and that was how they got along.

When they were at the horse farm, everyone could see how Toddy treated Emma.

Emma filled everyone's glasses, then raised her own wine glass and said, "Come, let's toast to my happiness, which

is just around the corner."

The four glasses clinked together. Save for Alice, who dared not down the whole glass, the other three finished the

wine in their glasses boldly.

Meanwhile, Dylan stood leaning against the railing on top of the roof. Amos was standing beside him.

"Young Master Dylan, Young Mistress Kendall and the others have been drinking for a long time. Are you sure you

don't want to stop them?"

Amos was very worried as he spoke.

"Your Young Mistress Kendall can handle alcohol well. Ally also knows how much she can take, so she won't go

overboard."

Dylan wasn't worried in the least that his sister and wife would get drunk.

Drinking wine was quite nice, after all.

Kendall would be burning with passion later, and he would be reaping the benefits, wouldn't he?

"What if Miss Finley gets drunk, then?"

Dylan looked at the four beauties in the yard, who were eating, drinking, and insulting men. He said patiently,

"When Miss Finley gets wasted, call up Toddy and ask him to come fetch her. If he doesn't come, I'll leave Miss

Finley at the entrance of a bar and let someone else take care of her body."

Amos responded respectfully, "Understood."

In his heart, he was exclaiming, You're so cruel, Young Master Dylan!