Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 497

Chapter 497

Scott was silent for a moment before he muttered, "Mr. Dylan, do you know how to read minds?"

Dylan nodded in response and asked in return, "Tell me, then. You don't want me to come to pick up Miss Parker, do you?"

The child fell silent as he mulled over whether to admit it or not.

"Mr. Dylan." He finally spoke again. "I, really, really like Miss Parker! I don't want her to go home."

The boy's answer was tantamount to indirectly admitting that he secretly didn't want Dylan to pick up Kendall.

Since Scott thought Dylan knew how to read minds, he was sure the man would know what was on his mind even if he didn't outwardly admit to it.

Seeing how startled Scott was upon believing Dylan's words, Kendall couldn't help but let a smile slip.

Scott happened to see the curling of her lips then. The moment he was hit by realization, he fell glum as he grumbled, "You lied to me, Mr. Dylan."

He swiftly slid off of Dylan's thighs and trudged to Kendall, pitifully asking for a hug.

Kendall then relented and did as the child wanted her to.

"Miss Parker, Mr. Dylan made fun of me and lied. I am sad."

"Come, let me hug you." Kendall giggled. "Don't mind Mr. Dylan. It is his hobby to tease you."

The boy tightly wrapped his hands around her neck and cooed, "I won't be sad anymore if you carry me over, Miss Parker."

"Okay, okay. I will carry you."

"Let the other misters push Mr. Dylan along. Let's go, Miss Parker!"

Just like that, Kendall lovingly brought the child away with her.

As she walked away, Scott, who was hanging onto her neck, made a face at Dylan.

Dylan was speechless at that. Clever brat. He even knows how to take his revenge.

He immediately took his revenge by taking away Dylan's wife after the man tried to fool him.

Ten minutes later, guests and the house's owners sat separately in the living room.

When Dylan came to pick up his wife, he had prepared a lot of gifts for the Ford Family to thank them for taking care of his wife for so many days.


After they exchanged pleasantries, Dylan and the others stayed at the Ford Residence for lunch before leaving.

Of course, Scott was reluctant when they sent Dylan's group off.

He didn't forget to personally pass the present his mother prepared for Kendall. "Miss Parker, this is the gift Mom got for you. She wanted me to pass it to you."

It was a red brocade box.

As Kendall bent down to take the brocade box, she patted Scott on the head and said softly, "Help me give my thanks to your mother, okay?

"I will come to see you when I can make time. Let's wait for your mother's discharge. You can all come to my house then."

When Scott heard that, he stole a glance at Dylan and muttered, "But Mr. Dylan doesn't want me there."

Little snitch, Dylan quietly thought.

"Don't worry!" Kendall laughed. "You can come because I like having you come over. I am the one who has the final say at home."

Scott immediately beamed when he heard her words. "Dad, Mom, and I will go to your place when Mom is out of the hospital. You have to make yummy food for me then."

Kendall had cooked a few times out of boredom during her stay at the Ford Residence.

Ever since the boy had had a taste of that deliciousness, he hadn't been able to forget about her cooking.

It seemed that he was a little gluttonous on top of being a little snitch!

"Ahem!" Dylan let out a cough to catch their attention.

Hearing that, Eric stepped forward and took his son back, not letting his son hold Kendall any longer.

Dylan had been accommodating to Scott, and yet the boy dared to tell on Dylan!

With the Fords sending them off, the Coleman couple, surrounded by their bodyguards, got on Dylan's private plane that took off soon after.

Scott waved at the plane as he watched it leave.

See you again, Miss Parker!

Dylan, on the other hand, was musing to himself, Let's never meet again.

…

At the Mendelson Group, Frank was absent-mindedly looking through the documents in the president's office, but he would occasionally take his phone to look at the time.

After the nth time he picked up his phone, he finally couldn't stop himself from giving Amelia a call.

The call got through, but it took a long minute before Amelia picked up.

"Are you a tortoise? What took you so long to pick up?"

"I don't want to take your call. So what? Bite me."

Frank instantly choked when he heard that. Bite her? We'll see if she stays arrogant when I bite her for real.

He was sure that she had been giving her an attitude lately because he had been treating her better. I give her an inch and she takes a mile!

"Make it quick. Shoot your sh*t."

"Amelia, you are the daughter of a wealthy family. Can't you talk a little more ladylike?"

"What, do you not sh*t?"

When Frank didn't answer, Amelia continued, "Why do I have to act all proper in front of you? I have done the most embarrassing things in front of you. Not only that, you were the one who made me do them."

Frank's voice turned cold and low when he heard that. "Don't push it, Amelia. I have been in a good mood these days, but I am not feeling that great today. It won't do you any good to piss me off."

"Not like it does me any good even when you are in a good mood. Also, when have you ever been in a good mood?"

As if someone owed him tens of billions, Frank had been frighteningly gloomy all day long.

"My mood's great when I give you money to pick up."
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