Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 570

Chapter 570

"I'm going home." Amelia turned around once again to leave and suddenly stopped just as Frank wanted to grab her again. "I want to go home, Frank. Don't stop me. I just want to go home." She wasn't in the mood to talk to him.

Frank said nothing in response. He no longer kept her from leaving but watched her figure slowly disappear from his sight.

Soon after, the sound of a car came, and he knew Desmond had arranged for the chauffeur to take Amelia home.

Just what in the world have I done wrong?! Frank was genuinely clueless.

Then, he looked toward the swing that he ordered to disassemble before quietly approaching it and assembling it alone. By the time he went back into the house, the sky had been painted black.

Meanwhile, Desmond had been waiting anxiously at the main door for him. He didn't bother his master, for he knew the man was in a terrible mood.

"Sir," the butler immediately went up to Frank and said while following the latter into the house. "You must be hungry. Dinner's still in the warming drawer. I'll have them bring it all to the table right away."

However, Frank remained silent.

Meanwhile, two manservants briskly served the dishes without even needing Desmond to order them, and quickly, the table was filled with various dishes, of which half were Amelia's favorites.

Well, Frank didn't express his wish not to eat. He just sat down and waited for Desmond to personally serve him while the two other staff stood aside.

At that, Desmond signaled them with his eyes to leave, and he'd be here as the buffer if Frank threw a fit.

As the butler of the Mendelson Residence, Desmond was loved and respected by everyone working there as he would always take on Frank's anger for everyone unless the man specified a name. Otherwise, Desmond would keep vigil whenever Frank threw a fit. After all, Frank would give Desmond due respect but certainly not toward them.

At that, the two left quietly.

"Here. Sir, have some soup first," suggested Desmond as he placed a bowl of soup in front of Frank. "Ms. Taylor made it."

Despite remaining silent, Frank picked up the spoon and ate the entire bowl of soup before suddenly turning to Desmond. "Desmond, help me understand what I did wrong."

With that, he related everything he told Amelia to him.

"Where do you think I did wrong? Why would she want to leave after I said that?" Frank felt absolutely aggrieved.

He was speaking from the bottom of his heart, but instead of being touched, Amelia ran home. Was it because everything he said to her in the past was so rude that she couldn't accept his heartfelt words now?

Desmond didn't think there was anything wrong either. He didn't confess his love directly, but what he said was pretty much tantamount to it anyway. Ms. Taylor's not obtuse; she should, by right, get the underlying meaning and see his love.

Then, he recalled how Amelia was on the verge of crying when she came to him and asked for the chauffeur to take her home. So, he began thinking back to what Frank said and suddenly slapped his head. "This must be it!"

Seeing that his dear butler seemed to have found the answer, Frank looked hopefully at him.

"Sir, Ms. Taylor has the wrong idea! She must think you take her as Young Mistress Coleman's double."

However, Frank was still stumped. "Why would it lead her to think that? That doesn't make sense."

At that, Desmond broke it down for Frank. "Ms. Taylor and Young Mistress Coleman are best friends who'll talk just about anything, and she has witnessed how infatuated and obsessed you were with Young Mistress Coleman. In Ms. Taylor's head, you're deeply in love with Young Mistress Coleman. So, once it had to do with Young Mistress Coleman, she'd automatically twist your meaning and think you're still infatuated with her friend. She'd think you only see her as a double and would easily misinterpret whatever you say or do. She can't see that you truly love her. Or, more accurately, she dares not believe that you truly love her."

Does Amelia really think that?! Frank was shocked, and it took him quite a while to come to himself and ask, "What do I do now, Desmond?"

"You have just let go of your feelings for Young Mistress Coleman and are no longer obsessed with her. Ms. Taylor will certainly not trust or accept you if you confess your love to her now."

Frank fell silent in response.

Desmond was right, and that was why he hadn't declared his love for her yet. But isn't my pampering and adoration toward her already very obvious?!

Those who knew Frank well would be able to tell how much Amelia meant to Frank if they saw how he treated her.

Can Amelia not feel it at all?! Does she not think for one second that I might have fallen in love with her?! Sigh, love is such a nuisance.

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