Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 417

"Ms. Taylor, I don't hate you, but I don't love you either. There's no future ahead of us. So, why should we start a

relationship when we know perfectly well that it's not going to work to begin with? You'll still get hurt no matter how

cool you are with the breakup situation. So, I'm sorry, Ms. Taylor," Ronnie apologized once again. "I won't go out

with you."

Amelia bit her lower lip before lifting her legs to take off the shoes he bought. Then, she alighted from the car and

placed them on the passenger seat. "Thank you for driving me home, Ronnie. Just pretend that I said nothing."

Having said that, she closed the door and waved him goodbye before wheeling around to walk toward her house.

Even after she entered the building, she did not turn around to see him off.

It was her first love, yet it ended before it even started. Although it hurt, the pain was still bearable. She was

grateful to Ronnie for his downright refusal, which hampered her from falling deeper into her feelings.

Furthermore, he had protected their pride so that it would be less awkward when they met again in the future. After

all, the crush happened not too long ago; it was short-lived, and so was the misery.

Amelia raised her head, gazing at the somber sky.

Nevermind. I will find my Mr. Right someday.

At the same time, she wished for Ronnie to find his perfect match. After she entered the house, Ronnie started his

car engine and drove away.

The night continued. When the darkest hour passed, the sky was slowly illuminated as the sun emerged from the

east which symbolized another brand new day.

Kendall had a restless night which led to a headache in the morning. However, she did not tell Dylan about it,

worrying that he would force her to stay at home to rest.

She gave Roger a call first thing in the morning. Once the line got through, she asked with concern, "Roger, has Nell

woken up?"

"No, but he's in a stable condition. The doctor said he might wake up in two days."

"What a relief." Hearing that Nelson's condition was improving, she heaved a big sigh of relief. "Roger, I'll bring

breakfast to you and Dad later."

"There's no need for the hassle, Kendall. You gotta go to work too, right? Besides, we've already had our breakfast.

Young Master Dylan's bodyguard had bought us food. Also, you don't have to rush here. Nell is still in the intensive

care unit. You can't do anything even if you're here anyway. So, don't tire yourself out by moving around so much.

Nell cares about you the most. If he knows that you're exhausted from all the traveling, he'll feel guilty once he

wakes up. I'll phone you once he wakes up. You can come by then." He knew his sister very well, so he pointed it out

beforehand to stop her from rushing to the hospital early in the morning.

"You don't have to worry about Dad and I either. With the bodyguards around, we'd be fine. So, don't worry and

focus on your work."

"I'll stop by just for a while before going to work." She insisted on going to the hospital.

"Kendall, are you worried that I'm lying? I'm telling the truth. Dad and I can put up with it. We're not pushing

ourselves either."

"Roger, I know that you'll never lie to me, but I wanna see Nell. I gotta hear it from the doctor in person so that my

mind will be at ease."

"Fine, but no breakfast for us." Roger relented helplessly.

"Okay."

After Roger caved in, they conversed for a moment before ending the call.

In the meantime, Dylan had taken a shower and changed into his clothes. He even brought over Kendall's working

attire and placed it next to her.

"How's Nell?" he inquired with concern.

"The doctor said he's in a stable condition. He should be able to wake up in two days."

"Hmm, he's a kind person. He'll be fine."

He sat by the bed and pulled her into his embrace to give her a squeeze before letting her go. In a gentle voice, he

said, "Get changed. I'll be walking around outside. Let's have breakfast at the gazebo in a short while."

"Sure."

Dylan gave her a peck on the cheek and rose to his feet. He then left the room on foot while pushing the

wheelchair. When he was moving around in the room, he basically did not need to use a wheelchair anymore. But

since he was taking a walk outside, he figured he should bring along the wheelchair just in case. However, he would

only use the wheelchair once he felt that his legs could not take it anymore.

Feels great to be able to walk again.

If he did not give up on himself and agreed on rehabilitation earlier on, he could have completely recovered by

now. Still, he would not be able to meet Kendall that way, let alone luxuriate in the happiness as he was at the

moment.

After walking out of the room, he told Amos, "Prepare a cup of coffee for Kendall."

As the person sleeping next to Kendall, how could he not know that she did not sleep well? And he knew that she

would not stay at home for a rest even if he asked her to. Thus, all he could do was to wake her up with caffeine.

"Understood."

Dylan seated himself on the wheelchair and beckoned Ronnie over to have himself pushed outside. The morning at

Coleman Residence was tranquil, peaceful and beautiful with the foliage greeneries and scented flowers.

"How is Ms. Taylor doing lately?" he asked nonchalantly.

Ronnie answered politely, "She mistakenly barged into the dog house at Mendelson Residence and injured herself

last night. Afterward, I took her to the hospital to have her wounds tended and jabbed with a rabies vaccine."

Dylan hummed. "It must be hard for her."

He decided to ask Toddy to be considerate to the Taylor Family in business affairs.

"Did anything else happen? Something seems to be on your mind." Ronnie had been working for him for many

years, so he could sense the change no matter how little it was.

"No," denied Ronnie before he continued, "Young Master Dylan, Ms. Taylor confessed to me."

Dylan was not surprised in the slightest. The fact that Amelia and Kendall were able to become best friends proved

that they were similar in character; they would confess if they came to like someone.

"Are you hesitating?"

"No, I turned her down immediately."

"Oh. Is it because she's a bad person? Or are you worried that your family won't accept her repulsive hobby?"

"No. It's just that we don't share mutual feelings. I don't love her, so I don't wanna hurt her by giving her false hope.

It hasn't been long since she has a crush on me. So, she'll be able to get over me soon."

Dylan looked at Ronnie with a helpless expression. "I see you're still as straightforward as ever, huh? Then, are you

going to drive her home tonight?"

"I think it'll be better if you send someone else for the task. I can still do it if there's no one else."

Dylan hummed in response. "Amelia is a cool person, the type who doesn't dwell on the past. Since it hasn't been

long since you guys know each other and you've turned her down to not give her hope, she won't have any

inordinate thoughts on you even if you continue to drive her home."

Ronnie remained silent as he acknowledged Dylan's impression on Amelia.