Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 68

Blake, too, didn't have the courage to see what was written on the card.

Everyone had seen Kendall pass the envelope to Ronnie.

Dylan would definitely regret throwing it away.

Blake knew he had to find the card and keep it until the day Dylan started regretting having thrown it away. That would be the perfect time for him to present the card to Dylan.

On the other hand, Dylan still was fuming even after he threw away the present his wife had prepared for him. He went on and instructed Ronnie, who was sitting in the passenger's seat, to give Kendall a call.

Ronnie didn't know what exactly was going through Dylan's head, but he still dutifully did as he was told.

"Tell her this after she picks up her phone—I want everything that she has given to Jackson. All of it! No matter what it is!" Dylan then added, "Also, tell her that I look like I am in a pissy mood."

Ronnie could only comply.

After the call got through, he relayed Dylan's exact words to Kendall, in which she asked in a small voice, "How pissy are we talking about? Is his face as dark as coal?"

Ronnie glumly replied, "All you have to know is that Young Master Dylan is very angry, Young Mistress Kendall."

"Oh. Got it. The young master you serve is just like the weather in June, huh? His mood changes as he pleases." She sighed before hanging up the phone.

Dylan has a rotten temperament for someone as handsome as he is, Kendall grumbled to herself.

Alright, fine. I'm partially at fault.

She shouldn't have given him something so cheap.

But still, it was a sincere present she had made herself.

The present might have little monetary value, but it was her thoughts that counted!

After thinking about it, she decided she would go shopping in the afternoon for new suits as a present for Dylan.

…

Frank was in his Uber ride outside Orapolis General Hospital. The car window beside had been rolled down slightly to allow him a clearer view of what was happening outside.

He had his eyes glued to the entrance of the hospital building.

As soon as he saw Kendall, he immediately pushed the car door open and got out of the car.

His bodyguards knew what he was up to, and they hurried ahead to stop Kendall from walking away.

"You bunch again!" She glared at the bodyguards who worked for the Mendelson Family. "What are you up to this time?"

A low voice that she didn't recognize suddenly came from behind, making her turn her head around. "Let's talk, Kendall," he said. Frank was walking toward her in long strides.

Just like Dylan, Frank also liked donning black suits.

The way his wide steps were smooth and steady made him look imposing. On top of that, having his bodyguards further brought out his royalty-like bearing.

This man might even be on the same level as Dylan.

"And you are?" Kendall asked, confused.

"Frank Mendelson."

"Frank Mendelson? Ah—President Mendelson! What would you like to talk to me about? If it is about yesterday, that was my fault. I would like to sincerely apologize to you. I truly am sorry."

Frank then took a step closer toward Kendall, in which she unexpectedly took a step back.

It was only natural for a rival of Dylan's to be so domineering. Frank Mendelson wasn't someone a little lady like her could stand up to.

"I will get my men to bring the lunch box to your mother's ward. You, on the other hand, have to come with me now."

The bossiness of his tone left her no room for rejection.

Right after Frank said that, someone went to her and took the thermal lunch box out of her hands. Two bodyguards even politely motioned for her to follow after Frank as he turned around and walked away.

The most the passersby did was throw them a few glances. No one huddled around to form a crowd at the commotion, and definitely no one meddled with them.

Kendall took a look at the bodyguards who had created a seamless human barricade around her in order to prevent her from escaping.

There was no way she could bring them down with her abilities alone.

The only reason she had managed to easily throw her opponent over her shoulder yesterday was because he had underestimated her.

Giving up on resisting, she eventually followed after Frank obediently.

After 30 minutes, Kendall was brought to the presidential suite of the Mendelson Hotel.

Frank went straight to the French window upon entering the room and looked to the blue sky adorned

with white clouds. Sure, the weather today was wonderful.

His bodyguards did not come in with him, leaving only the two of them in the spacious suite.

Kendall, too, went to the couch and sat down. If he wasn't going to bother her, she wouldn't bother him as well.

She had better do something about her own darling's temper first.

And so, Kendall took out her phone and wrote Dylan more than 10 messages, but somehow received no reply.

"I had a head operation before."

That sly fox beside the window suddenly spoke.

Kendall didn't say anything in return, but she was surprised to have just found out that Frank had had a head surgery before.

"The doctor said that the operation was a success. There won't be any side effects."

Not knowing what to say, she continued being his listener.

However, he fell silent again after that.

After a few minutes, he turned around and peered at her for a moment as he walked in front of her. He then leaned down and propped his arms on both her sides, locking her in place.

"President Mendelson?" she uttered. This man might even be on the same level as Dylan.

"And you are?" Kendall asked, confused.

"I always dream about the same thing, Kendall. In my dreams, I would kiss you, and… You got pregnant after that. The baby is mine, isn't it? Where is my baby? Is it a boy or a girl? Where did you hide it? Who was it that wiped off the record of you ever giving birth? I can't find it."

Kendall's face immediately fell after hearing that.

It seemed like the person who robbed her of her innocence in their past life was Frank after all!

"I have a feeling that those aren't dreams; they are memories I lost. I have just started recalling them, which is why the dreams are continuous." He suddenly grabbed her by her shoulders and interrogated her, "You better come clean with me, Kendall Parker. Where is the baby?"

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Why didn't he get these dreams in his past life?

If he had known that the child was his, he would definitely have taken it with him. The child will have lived that way…

He wanted my innocence, but he never acted any differently during the few meetings we had after that.

The more Kendall thought about it, the deeper her hatred seemed to run.

Frank was nothing but a jerk!

Bringing her hands up, she slapped his hands away before she stood up from the couch.

She then calmly said, "I am surprised, President Mendelson.You must have dreams not only about me, but also about being intimate with me because I am too beautiful. You must have fallen in love with me at first sight, and even your dreams are all about me. But, yesterday was the first time I saw you, President Mendelson. You should go see a doctor if you aren't all there mentally. Don't mistake your dreams for reality and come disturb my life because of it. I have never been in any relationship with you, so there is no way I could be pregnant with your child."

Frank only stared at her.

He was probably having an internal debate on whether to trust her words.

"I need proof," he finally growled. "I have invited a doctor over to give you a check. If the test results prove that what you said is true, I promise to let you go and never bother you again from tomorrow onward."

Kendall wasn't dumb. She knew what he wanted to prove.

She was overcome by the impulse to give him a big slap, but she was rational enough to hold back so that she could live the rest of her life in peace.

"Don't worry. She is a female doctor. She will also keep this a secret. None of what happens today will leave this room."

Upon hearing that, Kendall pressed her lips together.

What more could she say to this?

Frank was a stubborn and domineering man. For him to think that he only dreamt about what had really happened, she knew that peace would only be a dream out-of-reach if she didn't make him give up.