Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 631 Warm and Fuzzy

Toddy took the bowl and ladled the soup himself. Emma wouldn't serve him like she used to, after all.

What happened between Toddy and Emma, Kendall didn't know. She came back home with Dylan and noticed the

aroma that was wafting in the air. She went to the kitchen while asking, "What did you make, Mom? Smells good."

Kelly stood up the moment she saw Dylan. She forced a smile and tried to say hi, but Kendall ignored her and went

into the kitchen. Kelly swallowed the words she wanted to say. When Dylan passed by Kelly, she quickly smiled

again. "Hello, Dylan," said Kelly sycophantically.

Dylan shot her an icy look, but he remained silent. He refused to talk to her.

Kelly didn't expect Dylan to smile either. Back when Kendall cared only for Jackson, Kelly still could see Dylan a bit,

but Dylan never even smiled at her. Now that Kendall had become her enemy in this fight for inheritance, Dylan

wouldn't even talk to her. Kelly needed to sit. Her foot was still bruised, and she was terrified of Dylan. Eventually,

her legs wobbled.

It was odd. She almost never saw Dylan, and Dylan never did anything to her before. So why am I scared of him? I

can't even form a coherent sentence when I see him. Even when I can say something, my legs would start to

wobble. Odd. Now that he's married to Kendall, I should be able to hold my terror back, but I still can't.

Dylan wouldn't even bother with her. Noticing Kelly's wobbling legs, disgust filled his eyes. Then, he made his way to

the kitchen. Every time he saw Kelly, a feeling of disgust would well up in his heart. Maybe it's because of Kendall's

dream. Kelly's one of the people who killed her daughter.

Kendall's dream ended at the moment where she and her baby died. If Dylan knew the baby was her daughter, and

that Kelly and Jackson were the ones who killed them, he would hunt those two down. It was a pity that Kendall

never told him about the dream's continuation as she didn't see how Kelly and Jackson ended up. It would be

ridiculous if they can still live at large.

Even though that was only a dream, Dylan didn't let Jackson off the hook. The Whittles were paying for Jackson's

mistakes, and Kelly only survived because Kendall wanted to take her down herself. It's good that Kendall can learn

some political tactics.

Dylan entered the kitchen and saw his wife trying to take a piece of meat with her hand, which resulted in Charlotte

smacking her hand. "Kendall, you are an adult now. Get a fork, will you," Charlotte chided and grabbed a fork. She

then washed it and handed it to Kendall.

"Not my fault. These smell so good. I can't wait." Kendall happily took the fork and speared a bit of every dish for

herself.

The servant smiled. "The madam's been going through her recipe books the moment she knew you and Master

Dylan were coming back."

"You're the best, Mom. I love your cooking. Smells like family. It's better than what the best chefs can whip up."

Charlotte smiled at the servant. "She just knows how to cheer me up. If you really love my cooking, you should

come home every day. I bet if your father hadn't asked you, you wouldn't come back. I didn't call you because I was

worried that I might disturb your work. So, I prayed to God that you might come home from time to time."

Kendall went around and hugged her mother from behind. "And here I am, Mom. I'll be staying for a bit. It's the

weekend tomorrow. Dylan and I are going to take you guys on a trip. A road trip." And my other family's coming

too. We can all have fun together and make up for a bit of lost time.

"Oh, I'm not scolding you, my child. Dylan's here too, isn't he? You should go to him. I don't want him to feel bored.

Your father isn't home yet."

"Dad's coming home tonight? He said nothing of the sort when I left."

"I made a lot of food, so I called your father. It's not every day we get to have dinner together, but he still went

ahead with an appointment. We're more important than his silly work," Charlotte grumbled.

"Charlotte," Dylan said.

The ladies turned around. Seeing Dylan standing right outside the kitchen, Charlotte smacked Kendall's hands away

and beamed at Dylan. "Have a seat, Dylan. Dinner will be ready soon."

"I'm not hungry just yet, Charlotte." Dylan smiled gently. Thanks to Kendall's influence, he could smile more

naturally now. At least compared to his past, it was a natural smile.

"Kendall, you go with Dylan. Get him some fruits and snacks. Don't starve him."

"What about me? Aren't you worried I might starve?"

"I just saw you take a bite out of everything I made. You won't starve, piglet."

Kendall said, "She loves you, Dylan. Everyone told me my mother loves you more than she loves me. I didn't believe

it at first, but now I have no choice. Every time you're here, she treats you better than she treats me."

Charlotte smacked Kendall's hand again. "Don't get jealous."

Kendall speared a piece of meat and approached Dylan. She fed it to him, but Dylan was a bit sheepish. He had

never tried eating before dinner was ready, but since Kendall was feeding him, he couldn't say no. He glanced at

Charlotte and quickly took a bite when she wasn't looking.

Kendall looked at him intently. "So, how is it? Do you like it?"

"It's great," said Dylan. He would say that even if it was bad. I can't get on Charlotte's bad side, and it's not like she's

a bad cook. Yoseph's better, but honestly, not many people can be a better cook than him.