Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 570

"I'm going home." Amelia turned around once again to leave and suddenly stopped just as Frank wanted to grab

her again. "I want to go home, Frank. Don't stop me. I just want to go home." She wasn't in the mood to talk to him.

Frank said nothing in response. He no longer kept her from leaving but watched her figure slowly disappear from

his sight.

Soon after, the sound of a car came, and he knew Desmond had arranged for the chauffeur to take Amelia home.

Just what in the world have I done wrong?! Frank was genuinely clueless.

Then, he looked toward the swing that he ordered to disassemble before quietly approaching it and assembling it

alone. By the time he went back into the house, the sky had been painted black.

Meanwhile, Desmond had been waiting anxiously at the main door for him. He didn't bother his master, for he knew

the man was in a terrible mood.

"Sir," the butler immediately went up to Frank and said while following the latter into the house. "You must be

hungry. Dinner's still in the warming drawer. I'll have them bring it all to the table right away."

However, Frank remained silent.

Meanwhile, two manservants briskly served the dishes without even needing Desmond to order them, and quickly,

the table was filled with various dishes, of which half were Amelia's favorites.

Well, Frank didn't express his wish not to eat. He just sat down and waited for Desmond to personally serve him

while the two other staff stood aside.

At that, Desmond signaled them with his eyes to leave, and he'd be here as the buffer if Frank threw a fit.

As the butler of the Mendelson Residence, Desmond was loved and respected by everyone working there as he

would always take on Frank's anger for everyone unless the man specified a name. Otherwise, Desmond would

keep vigil whenever Frank threw a fit. After all, Frank would give Desmond due respect but certainly not toward

them.

At that, the two left quietly.

"Here. Sir, have some soup first," suggested Desmond as he placed a bowl of soup in front of Frank. "Ms. Taylor

made it."

Despite remaining silent, Frank picked up the spoon and ate the entire bowl of soup before suddenly turning to

Desmond. "Desmond, help me understand what I did wrong."

With that, he related everything he told Amelia to him.

"Where do you think I did wrong? Why would she want to leave after I said that?" Frank felt absolutely aggrieved.

He was speaking from the bottom of his heart, but instead of being touched, Amelia ran home. Was it because

everything he said to her in the past was so rude that she couldn't accept his heartfelt words now?

Desmond didn't think there was anything wrong either. He didn't confess his love directly, but what he said was

pretty much tantamount to it anyway. Ms. Taylor's not obtuse; she should, by right, get the underlying meaning and

see his love.

Then, he recalled how Amelia was on the verge of crying when she came to him and asked for the chauffeur to

take her home. So, he began thinking back to what Frank said and suddenly slapped his head. "This must be it!"

Seeing that his dear butler seemed to have found the answer, Frank looked hopefully at him.

"Sir, Ms. Taylor has the wrong idea! She must think you take her as Young Mistress Coleman's double."

However, Frank was still stumped. "Why would it lead her to think that? That doesn't make sense."

At that, Desmond broke it down for Frank. "Ms. Taylor and Young Mistress Coleman are best friends who'll talk just

about anything, and she has witnessed how infatuated and obsessed you were with Young Mistress Coleman. In Ms.

Taylor's head, you're deeply in love with Young Mistress Coleman. So, once it had to do with Young Mistress

Coleman, she'd automatically twist your meaning and think you're still infatuated with her friend. She'd think you

only see her as a double and would easily misinterpret whatever you say or do. She can't see that you truly love

her. Or, more accurately, she dares not believe that you truly love her."

Does Amelia really think that?! Frank was shocked, and it took him quite a while to come to himself and ask, "What

do I do now, Desmond?"

"You have just let go of your feelings for Young Mistress Coleman and are no longer obsessed with her. Ms. Taylor

will certainly not trust or accept you if you confess your love to her now."

Frank fell silent in response.

Desmond was right, and that was why he hadn't declared his love for her yet. But isn't my pampering and adoration

toward her already very obvious?!

Those who knew Frank well would be able to tell how much Amelia meant to Frank if they saw how he treated her.

Can Amelia not feel it at all?! Does she not think for one second that I might have fallen in love with her?! Sigh, love

is such a nuisance.

Yet, he had jumped into this world of love.

"Sir, what you need to do now is to continue keeping your distance from the Coleman couple and also refrain from

bringing Young Mistress Coleman in front of Ms. Taylor. I know Young Mistress Coleman still means a lot to you, Sir,

and you certainly won't be able to remain placid at the mention of Young Mistress Coleman, but it will give the

signal to Ms. Taylor that you're still holding onto the lingering feeling. You should treat Ms. Taylor better; be more

attentive to her. You can observe how Master Dylan spoils his missus and see how you can apply them to your

relationship with Ms. Taylor. Just don't mention it to her. Everything will fall into place when you confess your love to

her much later."

And we can start arranging the wedding after that! Desmond was delighted that he could successfully help Frank

end the man's lonesome life. Oh, no, not yet. Now's still not the time to celebrate. He hasn't won the heart of the

beauty yet!

Frank, on the other hand, was filled with indignation at the mention of learning from Dylan, and he complained,

"Coleman will charge me a fee for it. I've only gone to him twice, and I've already lost tens of millions. That b*stard

is richer than me, yet he acts like he's penniless, rambling about making money to keep his baby well-fed! Well, he

won't be short of money even if he has to keep dozens of babies well-fed all at once! He just wants to exasperate

me and cheat me out of my money. He'll be happy even if he can take a million away from me."

Or, in Dylan's words, he'd be happy if he could scheme his nemesis into giving him money.

"You've already gone to Master Dylan, Sir?" Desmond was surprised.

"I have, and I've been duped and made exasperated by him. I swear I will die prematurely of anger. In fact, I'll be

penniless before dying prematurely if I go to him for another advice."

Well, that's a nemesis for you, having but resentment for each other, Desmond mused.

"I'll do as you say, Desmond. I'll try not to bring Kendall up in front of Amelia and also not compare her to Kendall.

But then, they're two separate individuals, to begin with. Though they share some similarities, there are still major

differences."

Their combat skills alone were incomparable.

Kendall had training while Amelia never learned anything of the sort. She was a very ordinary child of an affluent

family.

"As long as you treat Ms. Taylor sincerely, I'm sure you'll eventually win her heart. Also, don't forget about your

future in-laws! You have to please them too. Sometimes, they can be your best support."

Why is the path to winning her heart so difficult?! Frank bewailed.