Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 472

Adam was stubborn, but he wouldn't let Dylan suffer anymore. "We'll talk inside." He turned around and headed

back to the house.

Charlotte quickly said, "Take him inside, Ronnie."

Dylan might not have received a response from the Parkers for his apology, but he knew they had relented since

they were now allowing him inside.

"Take me inside, Ronnie," he ordered.

Ronnie pushed him inside quietly, following Charlotte.

Once inside, she poured Dylan a glass of warm water and served him a hot meal herself.

Adam cleared his throat a couple of times to warn her, but she ignored him. He's not the one at fault. Taking it out

on him will only make Kendall feel worse.

Dylan finished the water. Charlotte gave him a look of encouragement, and he started eating as well.

"Ronnie, get everyone else in and have some water. I'll send someone to get a few watermelons. You can have

them after you eat. Watermelon's good in this kind of weather."

"We're fine with water and a meal, Mrs. Parker. We don't need the watermelons," Ronnie declined.

However, she asked her servant to get some anyway. She also told the chef to make something soothing for Dylan.

Standing under the sun for a long time might cause problems.

Adam was looking at Dylan darkly. I didn't even have an appetite, but this brat seems to have no problem eating his

fill.

Dylan felt alive after that meal, though his legs still hurt. They felt like lead, and they were still trembling. Good thing

Kendall's not here. She doesn't need to know about this.

"You had your fill. Now take your men and leave, Master Dylan. Stop blocking the entrance." Adam was chasing him

away. Charlotte wanted to say something, but Adam shot her a look, so she kept her lips tight and looked away.

"Father." Dylan stood up. His legs were still hurting, and he wobbled when he stood. Fortunately, Ronnie held him

before he fell.

"Don't push yourself too hard. Your legs are still recovering," Charlotte remarked.

With Ronnie's help, he approached Adam. Then, he kneeled.

"Young Master Dylan!" Ronnie shouted quietly.

"Master Dylan!" Charlotte was shocked as well.

Adam said nothing but stood up and tried to hold Dylan up.

"I'm sorry, really," Dylan apologized sincerely once more. "This is my fault. I failed to protect her. She had to face

those insults because of me. And my grandmother kicked her out of the house. This is all my fault."

"Nonsense. All this time, you've treated Kendall well. She left of her own volition," Charlotte responded. "Don't

blame yourself anymore."

"She just didn't want to make it difficult for me." Agony showed in his eyes. "I told her I'd face anything for her. I

promised I'd love and protect her forever, but I broke my word. I failed her. I came here to apologize and beg for

forgiveness. I've talked it out with my grandmother, and I swear on my life that I won't let anything like this happen

again. Please, give me another chance. Let me take her home."

Adam used to think Dylan was unapproachable as he was a proud and mighty person. And he was not someone

that anyone—including Adam—could meet up with, no matter how much effort they put into it. Yet, that same man

was now kneeling before Adam for Kendall. He gave up his pride for her. At this point, Adam couldn't stay mad

anymore.

Dylan had tried his best, after all. Kendall only left so he wouldn't have to be stuck between her and his family.

"Get up." Adam pulled him up. "She's not here, and you know that. If you want to take her home, this is not where

you should come." He accepted Dylan's apology.

Dylan let Adam pull him up.

Ronnie quickly held Dylan and helped him back into the wheelchair.

"I know, but I have to ask for your forgiveness first, or else, there's going to be a wedge between Kendall and me

even if I take her home." This was why he wanted the Parkers' forgiveness. He would even kneel for it.

Adam stayed silent for a while. "I don't want the same thing to happen again. If it does, I will never let you take her

home, no matter how long you kneel."

Dylan quickly promised, "Don't worry, Father. There won't be a next time."

He and Tilly had talked about this. He believed she wouldn't do anything to Kendall unless she wanted to kill him.

Kendall was the love of his life. Without her, there was no meaning to his life anymore.

A servant hurried in. "Sir, madam, Old Madam Coleman is here."

Everyone was shocked upon hearing that.

Adam looked at Dylan and mocked, "I think your grandmother found out what you did. She's here to stir up a storm

again."

Tilly thought lowly of them, and he knew that clearly after that fateful day. It was also why he was livid. When Dylan

was a cripple, the Colemans came to ask explicitly for Kendall's hand in marriage. However, the old bat kept

insulting her after she was married off. Does she think my daughter is something she can use once and toss away?

Dylan wanted to defend his grandmother, but not when he didn't know why she was here.

"I should take a look." Charlotte had to welcome Tilly since Tilly was the elder of the Colemans. No matter the

reason she was here, she was a celebrated woman. Refusing entry would be rude.

Adam remained seated. If Tilly were here to stir up a storm, he would never allow Kendall to return to the

Colemans, no matter what.

Tilly's motorcade didn't go into the villa. They were all parked outside, taking up one section of the street. Dylan was

nowhere to be found, and the door was open. Yet, Tilly didn't feel relieved. In fact, she felt even more worried. The

fact the Parkers made him stand the whole morning meant they were livid. The only reason they let him in must

have been because he fell.

It made her heart ache. Even though she felt she was wrong at first, in her heart of hearts, she still thought she was

right. That changed now, however. If she hadn't been stupid and obstinate enough to ruin her grandson's

relationship, he would never have had to suffer like this.

Dylan quickly promisad, "Don't worry, Fathar. Thara won't ba a naxt tima."

Ha and Tilly had talkad about this. Ha baliavad sha wouldn't do anything to Kandall unlass sha wantad to kill him.

Kandall was tha lova of his lifa. Without har, thara was no maaning to his lifa anymora.

A sarvant hurriad in. "Sir, madam, Old Madam Colaman is hara."

Evaryona was shockad upon haaring that.

Adam lookad at Dylan and mockad, "I think your grandmothar found out what you did. Sha's hara to stir up a storm

again."

Tilly thought lowly of tham, and ha knaw that claarly aftar that fataful day. It was also why ha was livid. Whan Dylan

was a crippla, tha Colamans cama to ask axplicitly for Kandall's hand in marriaga. Howavar, tha old bat kapt

insulting har aftar sha was marriad off. Doas sha think my daughtar is somathing sha can usa onca and toss away?

Dylan wantad to dafand his grandmothar, but not whan ha didn't know why sha was hara.

"I should taka a look." Charlotta had to walcoma Tilly sinca Tilly was tha aldar of tha Colamans. No mattar tha

raason sha was hara, sha was a calabratad woman. Rafusing antry would ba ruda.

Adam ramainad saatad. If Tilly wara hara to stir up a storm, ha would navar allow Kandall to raturn to tha

Colamans, no mattar what.

Tilly's motorcada didn't go into tha villa. Thay wara all parkad outsida, taking up ona saction of tha straat. Dylan

was nowhara to ba found, and tha door was opan. Yat, Tilly didn't faal raliavad. In fact, sha falt avan mora worriad.

Tha fact tha Parkars mada him stand tha whola morning maant thay wara livid. Tha only raason thay lat him in

must hava baan bacausa ha fall.

It mada har haart acha. Evan though sha falt sha was wrong at first, in har haart of haarts, sha still thought sha was

right. That changad now, howavar. If sha hadn't baan stupid and obstinata anough to ruin har grandson's

ralationship, ha would navar hava had to suffar lika this.