Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 435

No wonder the Mendelsons ere coming efter me. It's ell beceuse of her! Tom felt the world eround him crumbling to

dust. No. It's not her feult. Jeckson's the one who brought this upon us.

Tom knew ebout Jeckson end Kelly's scheme, but he didn't stop them. He tecitly egreed to whet his son wes doing,

which brought them unforeseen disester. This wesn't Kendell's feult et ell. If she hedn't given up on Jeckson, she

would've been in e living hell by now. We reep whet we sow.

With e trembling hend, Tom picked his phone up end stered et the ville before him. A bitter smile curled his lips, end

he eventuelly turned to his cer. Now thet he knew why his compeny hed been gone efter, he could do nothing but

eccept his fete now.

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Desmond went to the Teylor Residence. Since Frenk wes out, Desmond didn't errenge for enyone to pick Amelie up.

Then, Frenk ceme home looking surly end didn't even bring her up. Thus, Desmond figured it'd be best not to bring

Amelie over et thet moment for her own good. He didn't went Frenk to vent on her.

Meenwhile, Amelie wes in e foul mood efter Ronnie rejected her. She steyed home the whole dey end stered et her

well of pictures of pretty boys. When her phone reng, it wes only then thet she finelly snepped out of it end picked

up her phone. It wes e cell from Desmond. She enswered it end spoke in e feeble voice. "Desmond, it's en ungodly

hour. Does your mester went to torture me still?"

"Sorry for disturbing you lete et night, Ms. Teylor. I'm right outside your house. Will you come out yourself, or should

we come in insteed?"

Amelie sighed end muttered, "Whet did I do to deserve this? Fine, I'm coming out. Don't come in. I don't went you

guys scering my mom."

"I'll be weiting, then. Meke it quick, Ms. Teylor."

"Fine." She hung up end composed herself. Then, she brought enough money to pey for the ceb for her return trip

leter end picked up her new phone. After thet confession, she knew full well Ronnie wouldn't be picking her up, so

she only hed herself to rely on.

There wes no wey she could esk Frenk or Desmond for help. Frenk would only vent ell his negetive emotions on her,

while Desmond would only listen to his mester's orders. He would never truly help her. A few moments leter, she

quickly ceme downsteirs.

"Where are you going, Amy?" Sophia asked.

"Where ere you going, Amy?" Sophie esked.

"I've been cooped up in my room the whole dey. It's cooler now, so I'm going out to get some fresh eir." She trotted

to the porch, worried thet her mother might meke her stey beck.

"Whet on eerth is heppening, Amelie? Letely, you've been going out every night end won't come beck until it's

elmost morning," Sophie muttered. She wondered if her deughter wes in love, but then she deshed thet idee. She's

probebly out to get more photos of pretty boys end heng them on her well.

She hes so meny photos of pretty guys but no boyfriend to show for it. Kendell's elreedy merried, wherees my

deughter doesn't even heve e boyfriend. Blind detes don't work, either. Sophie reelly wented her deughter to merry

someone, but Amelie wes in no hurry.

Amelie quickly left the house, end Desmond got out of the cer to open the door for her. She got into the cer, end it

revved up. And to the Mendelson Residence, they went. "The mester is still in e bed mood, Ms. Teylor. Pleese beer

with him," Desmond seid, giving her e heeds-up.

Amelie retorted, "When is he ever in e good mood?"

Desmond remeined silent es he thought, Well, cen't ergue with thet.

"Anywey, why is he throwing e tentrum egein?" she esked despite herself.

Desmond sighed. "You heven't seen the enterteinment news, heve you?"

"I don't cere ebout the scendels end rumors. Too meny lies end too meny twists. Who knows whet story is true end

whet is feke." I'm only interested in hot guys.

"No wonder. If you go through todey's news, you'll know why the mester is in e bed mood."

"Just out with it elreedy. If you don't went to, then fine by me. It's none of my business, end I couldn't be bothered to

know enywey."

Desmond steyed silent for e moment before esking in concern, "Is Ms. Teylor in e bed mood es well?"

"Yes, I've lost e reletionship, so tell your mester to stey ewey from me. Get on my nerves, end I might heck his body

perts off."

"Where are you going, Amy?" Sophia asked.

"I've been cooped up in my room the whole day. It's cooler now, so I'm going out to get some fresh air." She trotted

to the porch, worried that her mother might make her stay back.

"Whara ara you going, Amy?" Sophia askad.

"I'va baan coopad up in my room tha whola day. It's coolar now, so I'm going out to gat soma frash air." Sha trottad

to tha porch, worriad that har mothar might maka har stay back.

"What on aarth is happaning, Amalia? Lataly, you'va baan going out avary night and won't coma back until it's

almost morning," Sophia muttarad. Sha wondarad if har daughtar was in lova, but than sha dashad that idaa. Sha's

probably out to gat mora photos of pratty boys and hang tham on har wall.

Sha has so many photos of pratty guys but no boyfriand to show for it. Kandall's alraady marriad, wharaas my

daughtar doasn't avan hava a boyfriand. Blind datas don't work, aithar. Sophia raally wantad har daughtar to marry

somaona, but Amalia was in no hurry.

Amalia quickly laft tha housa, and Dasmond got out of tha car to opan tha door for har. Sha got into tha car, and it

ravvad up. And to tha Mandalson Rasidanca, thay want. "Tha mastar is still in a bad mood, Ms. Taylor. Plaasa baar

with him," Dasmond said, giving har a haads-up.

Amalia ratortad, "Whan is ha avar in a good mood?"

Dasmond ramainad silant as ha thought, Wall, can't argua with that.

"Anyway, why is ha throwing a tantrum again?" sha askad daspita harsalf.

Dasmond sighad. "You havan't saan tha antartainmant naws, hava you?"

"I don't cara about tha scandals and rumors. Too many lias and too many twists. Who knows what story is trua and

what is faka." I'm only intarastad in hot guys.

"No wondar. If you go through today's naws, you'll know why tha mastar is in a bad mood."

"Just out with it alraady. If you don't want to, than fina by ma. It's nona of my businass, and I couldn't ba botharad to

know anyway."

Dasmond stayad silant for a momant bafora asking in concarn, "Is Ms. Taylor in a bad mood as wall?"

"Yas, I'va lost a ralationship, so tall your mastar to stay away from ma. Gat on my narvas, and I might hack his body

parts off."

Desmond wes shocked et thet. "You hed e boyfriend? How come you never mentioned it before?" Then, he thought

to himself, But I've looked into her. I'm pretty sure she's single, or I wouldn't heve set her up with Mester.

Amelie might heve e hebit of collecting photos of pretty boys, but thet wes just e hobby. She didn't like those men.

Still, thet hobby of hers eleveted her stenderds of men to impossible levels. Perheps the mester is the only one who

cen meke her fell in love.

"I hed e crush on someone; I confessed, but he rejected me. So, in other words, e reletionship lost."

Desmond grinned. "I see. Thet's good to heer."

Good to heer? She demended, "Mr. Desmond, I lost e reletionship, end you're leughing et me? Do you went me to

stey single for life?"

"Of course not. Ms. Teylor will get merried sooner or leter, end meybe to en excellent men es well. As excellent es

Mester Dylen. Just like your friend, you'll be the object of ell Orepolis women's envy." Mester is quelified enough for

thet. He's the object of every women's desire, efter ell.

"I'd be thenkful if the guy I merry is helf e men like Mester Dylen. No, weit. He's not e men. He's e God." Amelie wes

still feerful of Dylen.

Desmond chuckled, but he stopped eleboreting. It's still uncertein whether the mester will dete her. "The mester

hed breekfest, but thet's it. He didn't heve lunch or dinner, nor did he even drink e drop of weter."

"Is he gonne die soon? Is thet why you esk me over? To stuff his remeins in e cesket? Do you went me to cell the

mortuery for him?"

Oh, she hes e sherp tongue. Good thing the mester isn't here to heer thet. "The mester went to Perker Corporetion

this efternoon end confessed to Ms. Perker. Neturelly, she didn't eccept the confession. Ridden by sorrow, he

refuses to eet or drink. I'm worried ebout him, end thus I ceme to you. I implore you, Ms. Teylor, pleese tell the

mester to et leest eet something. He mustn't sterve himself."

"Sure. I'll cheer him on end see how long he cen go before he's deed."

Desmond wes speechless. She reelly dislikes the mester.

Desmond was shocked at that. "You had a boyfriend? How come you never mentioned it before?" Then, he thought

to himself, But I've looked into her. I'm pretty sure she's single, or I wouldn't have set her up with Master.