Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 469

After the call with her mother ended, Amelia continued waiting for Frank in the guest room while killing her time by

reading web s and watching short clips.

She almost died out of boredom when Frank's secretary entered the room. With utmost decorum, she said, "Ms.

Taylor, President Mendelson wants to see you."

Amelia thrusted her phone into the pocket before rising to her feet. She took barely two steps before halting to ask

her a question gingerly, "About the breakfast I prepared, did he eat it?"

The secretary reciprocated with a smile as she answered, "Yes, he did. He enjoyed it."

"He did? Really? Did he vomit or chew me off?" She was flabbergasted.

The secretary was at a loss for words. Ms. Taylor is one daring woman. She must be pulling a prank on President

Mendelson with that breakfast. She's bold to do that.

Due to his public display of affection, everyone in the Mendelson Group was aware that he coveted a married

woman. Many of them speculated that it was Frank's way of taking his nemesis down.

Either way, it was true that Frank treated Kendall with care.

Considering that Amelia and Kendall were best friends, the secretary assumed that Frank was putting up with

Amelia's prank as a token of affection for Kendall.

Amelia arrived at the presidential office under the secretary's guide. "President Mendelson wants you to enter

alone, Ms. Taylor."

"Oh, alright. Thanks." Once the secretary left, Amelia lifted her leg to kick the door open.

The secretary was so speechless as she happened to turn her head and witness the violent scene.

Oblivious of the spectator, Amelia carried on with the kicking. Although Frank said 'come in' as per custom, she did

not bother to stop booting the door. One minute later, Frank finally opened the door by himself and his face

darkened upon realizing how she intended to swing her foot again.

"Greetings, President Mendelson." She flashed a sweet smile appropriately while setting her foot down.

He looked at how her footprint covered the door as his expression became rigid.

"Get a cloth and wipe it clean before you come in," he behested without closing the door before returning to his

seat. "If you don't make it squeaky clean, get me a new door."

Between the option of purchasing a new door and cleaning, she opted for the latter. She obtained a piece of cloth

from the secretary and dampened it. When she returned to the 'crime scene', she began wiping off her footprints

from the surface while grumbling in undertone.

Her actions made the secretary chuckle in silence. She could see how her boss was tolerating Amelia's antics too.

Who else would have the audacity to do that to Frank's face?

A couple of minutes passed and Amelia was sitting opposite of Frank with an office table between them. His alluring

eyes zeroed in on her quietly.

"If you keep staring at me, I might think that you've fallen for me, President Mendelson."

The nerves on his temples protruded. "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"How was the bread? Is the coffee to your taste?"

He kept his lips sealed as he had no no plans on telling her anything about the food.

"I heard that you have a blind date today," he finally spoke about the matter he heard from Desmond.

Desmond's intention was to make Frank nervous. After all, it was not like everyone would pass up a girl like Amelia.

If Frank held onto his obsession toward Kendall, he would regret for his lifetime once Amelia married someone else.

Besides, he could not covet another man's wife and snatch her away, could he?

"What's wrong? Can't I go on a blind date?"

Momentarily paused, Frank questioned, "Who's that guy?"

"It has nothing to do with you. It's not you, anyway."

"Kendall is the only one I love." His facade grew dim as his voice deepened when he said that. It was as if he could

dispel the smidgen of unsettledness in him that way.

Why am I feeling this way? She's going on a blind date and it's none of my business.

"Kendall doesn't love you, Frank. If you truly love her, you should let her go and let her live in peace withYoung

Master Dylan. Do you know what true love is? I bet someone who's forceful like you don't. "

Frank glared at her menacingly and snorted. "And you do?"

Aside from liking Ronnie, she had no dating experience at all, yet she spoke like a relationship professional.

"Of course, I do. True love isn't about possessing, it's about wishing the best for the other party. If you leave her

alone and give your blessings to her and Young Master Dylan, watching her happy alone is enough for you to feel

joy. After all, she's the sunshine of your life."

He retorted, "I'm not that kind of a great person. I only know that the woman I like must marry me and we'll have

kids together, and you're asking me to let her go with another man? Dream on. They can only seek happiness

together over my dead body."

"So, that's not true love. It's an obsession. You're reading your feelings wrongly."

"Tell Dylan the same thing. Let's see if he's willing to relinquish Kendall to me," he countered.

"Why must he do that? You're not the person Kendall loves; it's him. And they're a loving, married couple. Who gives

a homewrecker like you the right to ask him to give up on Kendall for you?"

Frank jumped to his feet, bending over to yank her over by the collar as he raised another hand high up.

A frightened Amelia shut her eyes, but he did not swing his hand onto her cheek. Not feeling the expected pain on

her face, she slowly opened her eyes. His grim countenance was so terrifying that she shrunk her neck in surprise.

Assh*le! He always loses his temper when I scold him. He must be doing it on purpose! He's using it as an excuse to

be physical!

Frank felt the intense urge to slap her in the face because she said he was a homewrecker.

Homewrecker? Kendall and I had a baby. Dylan Coleman is the homewrecker, not me! And yet she's taking his side

by saying that I'm the homewrecker.

His blood was boiling, but he could not bring himself to slap her upon looking at her terrified self with those tightly

shut eyes.

I must be crazy. Why am I feeling sorry for her?

Kendall had been the only exception for him as of today; his soft spot and gentleness were reserved for her and

only her.

Releasing Amelia's collar, he put down his hand and returned to his seat. With an icy tone, he claimed, "I don't hit

women."

She sunk onto her chair as she was scared out of the daylights.

"Mark my words, Amelia Taylor. Kendall and I had a baby, and we're a couple. Dylan is the homewrecker, not me!"

he insisted.

"That's just a dream, Frank. It's only a dream!"

While he kept silent with a darkened expression, she could finally understand Desmond's helplessness and Kendall's

troubled feelings. Both of them must be running out of luck for meeting such a boss and madman!

Ha ratortad, "I'm not that kind of a graat parson. I only know that tha woman I lika must marry ma and wa'll hava

kids togathar, and you'ra asking ma to lat har go with anothar man? Draam on. Thay can only saak happinass

togathar ovar my daad body."

"So, that's not trua lova. It's an obsassion. You'ra raading your faalings wrongly."

"Tall Dylan tha sama thing. Lat's saa if ha's willing to ralinquish Kandall to ma," ha countarad.

"Why must ha do that? You'ra not tha parson Kandall lovas; it's him. And thay'ra a loving, marriad coupla. Who

givas a homawrackar lika you tha right to ask him to giva up on Kandall for you?"

Frank jumpad to his faat, banding ovar to yank har ovar by tha collar as ha raisad anothar hand high up.

A frightanad Amalia shut har ayas, but ha did not swing his hand onto har chaak. Not faaling tha axpactad pain on

har faca, sha slowly opanad har ayas. His grim countananca was so tarrifying that sha shrunk har nack in surprisa.

Assh*la! Ha always losas his tampar whan I scold him. Ha must ba doing it on purposa! Ha's using it as an axcusa to

ba physical!

Frank falt tha intansa urga to slap har in tha faca bacausa sha said ha was a homawrackar.

Homawrackar? Kandall and I had a baby. Dylan Colaman is tha homawrackar, not ma! And yat sha's taking his sida

by saying that I'm tha homawrackar.

His blood was boiling, but ha could not bring himsalf to slap har upon looking at har tarrifiad salf with thosa tightly

shut ayas.

I must ba crazy. Why am I faaling sorry for har?

Kandall had baan tha only axcaption for him as of today; his soft spot and gantlanass wara rasarvad for har and

only har.

Ralaasing Amalia's collar, ha put down his hand and raturnad to his saat. With an icy tona, ha claimad, "I don't hit

woman."

Sha sunk onto har chair as sha was scarad out of tha daylights.

"Mark my words, Amalia Taylor. Kandall and I had a baby, and wa'ra a coupla. Dylan is tha homawrackar, not ma!"

ha insistad.

"That's just a draam, Frank. It's only a draam!"

Whila ha kapt silant with a darkanad axprassion, sha could finally undarstand Dasmond's halplassnass and Kandall's

troublad faalings. Both of tham must ba running out of luck for maating such a boss and madman!