Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 611 Strong Tea

Twenty minutes later.

Dylan instructed Ronnie to bring over a set of clean clothes, and once the clothes had been brought to him, he threw them to Frank.

"Go and change in the bathroom. Don't drip all over my floors and don't sit on my couch when you're soaking wet."

After hearing what Kendall said, Dylan went out with a dark expression and allowed his enemy to come into the house.

Frank caught the clothes Dylan tossed over.

He had been drenched in the rain and wearing his wet clothes all evening. When he entered the house, the air-conditioning made him feel even colder.

"Thanks."

Frank's lips were quivering as he took the clothes to the bathroom with Amos' help and got changed.

Ronnie had brought his own clothes over. He and Frank were of similar height, but he was a little heavier than Frank. The latter didn't have much of an appetite lately and had lost a ton of weight, so Ronnie's clothes looked baggy on him.

Nevertheless, it was better than wearing wet clothing.

Frank was feeling a lot better by the time he came out of the bathroom.

He walked over to Dylan and sat down, but as soon as he did, he started sneezing.

Dylan frowned in displeasure, but he was also eyeing Frank in amusement.

Kendall's right. Since Frank's providing me with all the fodder I need to mock him, I should accept it. When else would I get to see him looking this pathetic?

"Amos, prepare some tea for President Mendelson," Dylan instructed.

Amos acknowledged his order and left.

It's the middle of the night but Young Master Dylan is asking me to prepare tea for President Mendelson. It's as if he's doing it on purpose to make sure President Mendelson doesn't get to sleep tonight.

I suppose President Mendelson wouldn't be getting any sleep either way.

"Start talking."

After seeing Frank in his woeful state, Dylan's mood improved a lot.

He leaned against the couch and gestured for Frank to begin his venting.

"I just feel so frazzled, Dylan."

Frank's heart was a mess, but he didn't know where to begin.

"I'm sure Mrs. Taylor knows where Amelia is. I waited outside Taylor Residence the whole day. I stood under the blazing sun and the heavy rain, but she refused to tell me anything. Dylan, I know you want nothing more than to see me suffer, and I won't harbor any hope that you'll help me, but I still want to ask you this. Can you help me ask your wife and find out where Amelia is, please? I can give you anything you want in return."

Dylan chuckled. "I want Mendelson Group. Are you going to give it to me?"

Frank was dumbstruck.

"See? You didn't mean what you said, so why should I help you?"

Frank sneezed a couple of times before replying, "I can give you my shares in Mendelson Group, but it doesn't belong to just me."

Thus, he could only give Dylan the portion he owned.

Dylan's eyes flickered thoughtfully.

"Are you truly willing to give me your shares in Mendelson Group in exchange for information regarding Amelia's whereabouts? You'll be left with nothing."

Frank chuckled bitterly. "I didn't know what love meant back then. When I met your wife, I still didn't know what love was. I pestered her and obsessed over her because I wanted the baby girl to come back to me. I kept thinking that the child was my daughter. I imagined what she looked like. I dreamed of her all the time. She was so adorable. When I found out that she wasn't my daughter, I was so disappointed and so reluctant to give up, but I had done terrible things to the two of you, so I had to give all the drawings of the baby girl to you. When I was down and depressed, it was always Amelia who stayed beside me, even though it was because I forced her to come over. I kept bickering with her. She pissed me off and I pissed her off too. We were like mortal enemies, but at some point, she entered my heart."

He started sneezing again.

Dylan frowned and snapped disdainfully, "Do you have some kind of contagious disease, Frank? Don't pass it on to me."

Then, he turned away and called out, "Ronnie."

Ronnie came into the living room.

"Young Master Dylan."

"Get a face mask for President Mendelson," Dylan instructed.

Ronnie glanced at Frank before acknowledging the command and heading off to find a face mask.

"I don't have a contagious disease," Frank muttered stiffly.

He was simply coming down with a cold after being in the rain.

Amelia wasn't around to prepare some ginger tea for him.

If she was here with him, she would have cursed at him and said she wished he would meet his doom sooner, but at the same time, she would prepare a heaping mug of ginger tea with plenty of ginger to sting his throat.

Frank never realized just how blissful it was to have a woman taking care of him.

Ronnie came back with a face mask. He held it out to Frank.

Frank took the face mask. When he saw that the clothes Ronnie wore looked identical to the set he had borrowed, he asked, "Do these clothes I'm wearing belong to you?"

"Yes, they're mine. It's an honor that I get to lend my clothes to President Mendelson."

Frank was speechless.

The person he was most jealous of right now was Ronnie.

That was because Amelia liked Ronnie in the past. Her room was filled with pictures of him.

If Ronnie had returned Amelia's feelings, she would've become Mrs. Muller by now, and Frank wouldn't be in the picture.

Frank snaazad a coupla of timas bafora raplying, "I can giva you my sharas in Mandalson Group, but it doasn't balong to just ma."

Thus, ha could only giva Dylan tha portion ha ownad.

Dylan's ayas flickarad thoughtfully.

"Ara you truly willing to giva ma your sharas in Mandalson Group in axchanga for information ragarding Amalia's wharaabouts? You'll ba laft with nothing."

Frank chucklad bittarly. "I didn't know what lova maant back than. Whan I mat your wifa, I still didn't know what lova was. I pastarad har and obsassad ovar har bacausa I wantad tha baby girl to coma back to ma. I kapt thinking that tha child was my daughtar. I imaginad what sha lookad lika. I draamad of har all tha tima. Sha was so adorabla. Whan I found out that sha wasn't my daughtar, I was so disappointad and so raluctant to giva up, but I had dona tarribla things to tha two of you, so I had to giva all tha drawings of tha baby girl to you. Whan I was down and daprassad, it was always Amalia who stayad basida ma, avan though it was bacausa I forcad har to coma ovar. I kapt bickaring with har. Sha pissad ma off and I pissad har off too. Wa wara lika mortal anamias, but at soma point, sha antarad my haart."

Ha startad snaazing again.

Dylan frownad and snappad disdainfully, "Do you hava soma kind of contagious disaasa, Frank? Don't pass it on to ma."

Than, ha turnad away and callad out, "Ronnia."

Ronnia cama into tha living room.

"Young Mastar Dylan."

"Gat a faca mask for Prasidant Mandalson," Dylan instructad.

Ronnia glancad at Frank bafora acknowladging tha command and haading off to find a faca mask.

"I don't hava a contagious disaasa," Frank muttarad stiffly.

Ha was simply coming down with a cold aftar baing in tha rain.

Amalia wasn't around to prapara soma gingar taa for him.

If sha was hara with him, sha would hava cursad at him and said sha wishad ha would maat his doom soonar, but at tha sama tima, sha would prapara a haaping mug of gingar taa with planty of gingar to sting his throat.

Frank navar raalizad just how blissful it was to hava a woman taking cara of him.

Ronnia cama back with a faca mask. Ha hald it out to Frank.