Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 321

Despite receiving much love and care throughout her life, Alice had never developed a spoiled or bratty personality. If anything, she was incredibly thoughtful and understanding. On top of that, everything about her physical appearance seemed flawless as well—it was hard to find fault in her. Logically speaking, a gorgeous lady like her would attract guys everywhere she went and would have tons of guys going after her. However, in reality, there wasn't a single man chasing after her.

No one had the guts to challenge the 15 young masters of the Coleman Family. These men didn't have the courage to go against Dylan, let alone the 14 other young masters. "Fergus, are you cursing your own daughter's future just so that you can convince me to be more accepting of Kendall?" Fergus gently poked his wife's forehead with his finger. If Kendall saw how the couple interacted with each other in private, she would probably understand why Dylan often liked to flick her on the forehead or poke her elsewhere. It was all inherited!

"Kendall's just a daughter-in-law, while Alice is our daughter. They hold completely different positions in my heart! I'd never curse my own daughter for the sake of Kendall, okay? I'm just being honest. You always bring Alice out for parties—has there ever been a young man who tried to start a conversation with Alice?" Fergus asked.

Emily didn't know what to say for a moment. Of course, she knew that her husband wasn't genuinely trying to curse his daughter. Emily simply found it hard to accept the fact that her husband had fully accepted Kendall as his daughter-in-law. "As I said, you shouldn't keep your eyes on Kendall all the time. That would just place more strain on your relationship with her, and it'd make Dylan annoyed at you, too," Fergus continued.

Tilly had ordered Emily to hire a private investigator to stalk Kendall, but Fergus eventually managed to convince Emily not to do such a thing. Nevertheless, Emily didn't entirely give up on this matter—she still intended to get Dylan to break up with Kendall. "I just want to know what she did. She's why my son hurried out with a bunch of bodyguards in the middle of the night. My son's the one I care about!" Emily sounded rather sorry for herself as she spoke. "Kendall can do whatever she wants—I don’t care about her," she added.

"The private investigator previously discovered that Kendall was somehow related to Frank. I cannot help but feel that Frank had planted Kendall beside Dylan to have a spy in the Coleman Family. Frank will probably attack Dylan when the right time comes," Emily muttered. My son isn't listening to me, and even my husband is speaking on behalf of Kendall. This is so frustrating, Emily thought to herself. Ugh. Even my other two sons and my only daughter are all on good terms with Kendall. Am I the only bad person in the family?

"She used to love Jackson so much, yet she just stopped after that. I feel like it's all a show." Emily couldn't trust Kendall because she felt like Kendall's change had been too abrupt.

"Time will tell," Fergus said in a gentle voice. "As of now, Kendall has been nothing but good for our son. At least she managed to get Dylan to do some physiotherapy and help to integrate him into society a little more. Why don't you give both Kendall and yourself some time to tell if she's genuinely a good person?" he asked.

Emily was silent for a while. "It's getting late. We should get some rest," Fergus said as he held onto his wife's hand. "You should think more about your own man and not some other woman's man! He has his lady to care for him," he protested. Emily rolled her eyes in response. "We're at the age where we can be grandparents. I can't believe you're still acting in such a shameless manner!"

Deep down, Emily was glad that her husband was jealous of her son. She allowed her husband to hold her hand and lead her upstairs. The house returned to its normal, peaceful state as the night fell.

…

Meanwhile, at the Mendelson Residence… Desmond, the caretaker, wore a sympathetic look in his eyes as he watched Frank drowning himself in alcohol. Frank was severely injured, and all he did was rest on the couch while staring at his painting hanging on the wall. He had painted it himself a few days ago, and it was one of a cute, fair-skinned baby. After Frank completed the painting, he ordered it to be framed and hung in the hall.

Desmond checked the time to see that the sun was about to rise. But, he couldn't stop himself from speaking up when he saw Frank chugging some liquor without even using a glass. So, Desmond rushed over and snatched the bottle from Frank's hand. "You've already drunk a lot, Mr. Mendelson. Stop it." Desmond felt extremely bad for the man whose face was swollen and badly beaten up. "Let me apply some medication for you, Mr. Mendelson. We can get the doctor to come later. How does that sound?"

"She hates me!" Frank let out a soft cry. His face was one of pure agony. "The baby's… dead… and it's all my fault…" he wailed. Desmond knew that Frank was referring to Kendall, who was also part of the Coleman Family now. The baby was the one that Frank had painted and hung up on the wall. Frank claimed that the baby was his daughter. No matter how many times Desmond tried to explain the situation, it didn't work at all—Frank was convinced that he had lost a part of his memory, and he was sure that Kendall had given birth to his daughter but hid her away so that he couldn't meet his daughter.

"Mr. Mendelson." Desmond's eyes were a mixture of exasperation and pity. "The dream you had was just a dream. It wasn't a part of your lost memory or anything like that. Both you and Ms. Parker have never interacted much in the past. She only returned to the Parker Family for about a year, and she used to stay in the countryside far away. So you couldn't have met her," Desmond explained. "You've even run some tests and hired a doctor to give Ms. Parker a checkup. So why don't you believe the facts? You even went to look for Ms. Parker… Master Dylan was probably glad to get the opportunity to beat you up," he said.