Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 383

Chapter 383

"Someone probably said something to your mother," said Dylan with a profound gaze.

Who else it could be but Kelly?

"Your change is too sudden and drastic, so it's within reason to suspect you're an impersonator."

Kendall parted her lips but didn't know what to say for a moment.

Indeed, her change had been so drastic that it still easily raised suspicions, even if she brushed it off with a strange dream.

Then again, to think her own mother could be incited so easily.

"Dylan."

"You're not using your terms of endearment again. Bad girl." With that, Dylan secured the back of her head and attacked her lips, rendering her woozy for a solid moment before coming to herself. "I still remember my question," she said while throwing a playful punch at him, leading him to chuckle with a loving gaze. "Hit me with it."

"Have you ever suspected that I'm a fake, love?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I can see through everything. I can very easily strip you bare if you're a fake." At that, he added, "Fake or no fake, you're the one I want to be with."

Kendall smiled, happy to have his trust. "Are you not afraid that I'm a fake with a big conspiracy that will leave you in a bleak state forever?"

"Back then, the people around me would remind me to be wary of you, saying your change was too sudden and drastic. You had to be using me for a conspiracy."

Kendall knew just as much.


"But you know what I would say. Do you want me to say these sweet nothings to you again?"

"Come on, those aren't sweet nothings. If you say 'Kendall, I love you to the moon and back' or 'there's not a day that I don't miss you', those are sweet nothings."

Dylan turned his head to her, riveting his gaze at her for a solid moment before suddenly pressing the back of her head to attack her lips again. It wasn't until she was nearly suffocating that he finally released her. "I prefer to do than to say," he croaked, rendering Kendall at a loss for words for a moment.

A man of action, she thought.

"Do you want to do something about the DNA test?" Dylan asked concerningly.

Charlotte's decision to do so would still hurt Kendall a little. Her own mother was doubting her legitimacy, after all.

"Kelly's now acting like a madwoman after suffering a serious setback. If she's the one who instigated my mom to doubt my legitimacy, she'll definitely do something to change the results. Just tell them to keep an eye on it and don't let her do anything to it."

Even if Kelly managed to change the results in the end, she could still do another DNA test with her mother. Then again, it was better to avoid the avoidable. Doing it again would only affect her relationship with her mother, after all.

"I promise you I won't let anyone change it."

"What will I ever do without you, Dylan!"

Dylan pulled her closer into his arms. And I, you!

"The weather's looking good today. Take me outside for a stroll, Taylor." It had been a few days since Frank, whose knee was still hurting, walked out of the mansion, only ever nestling inside Mendelson Residence. Whenever the man wasn't painting, he would only ever intoxicate himself with alcohol, and he would often choose not to eat. As anxious as Desmond was, there was nothing he could do, and whenever Frank got annoyed by his cajolery, the stubborn man would retort with, 'I'll eat as soon as Kendall comes', making Desmond shut up at once.

There was no way could he ask Kendall to come over, could he? Frank had already gotten deranged because of Kendall. If they really asked her to come over, his condition would surely worsen. There was no way Desmond would oblige to that!

Then again, that was if they could even ask Kendall to come.

Hell, Dylan's men would chuck them out at once.

Alas, the one who had to suffer the wrath of Frank's capriciousness was Amelia, who was asked to come over to take care of him daily.

Privately, Desmond would constantly apologize to Amelia and also covertly give her handsome compensation, considering it as payment for being Frank's caretaker.

Amelia didn't stand on ceremony with Desmond either, accepting both the apology and money.

She couldn't forgive herself for not doing so when Frank had bullied her for days.

Back to the present, Amelia had just finished applying the ointment on Frank when he spoke up, leading her to look out the window in response. "What are you talking about? It's sunny as hell right now. Why go out when it's much cooler inside?!"

Though it was almost evening, the sun was still shining brightly, and the heat was still unforgiving.

Heavens, July was the hottest month of the year in Orapolis.

"Who are you to talk back? Just do as I say, or I'll cut your tongue off."

Exasperated, Amelia threatened, "Threaten me again, President Mendelson, and I'll put laxatives in your food!"

"I dare you to try. Let's see who ends up living in the bathroom." Frank scowled, then returned to his wheelchair, pushing it while saying, "You've given me an idea, Taylor."

An idea? Amelia mused.
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