Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 617 Frank’s Scheme

Someone knocked on the door.

Frank finished taking his selfies and placed his phone on the nightstand. Then he lay back down and said weakly, "Door's not locked, Desmond."

Desmond came in with a glass of warm water and some light breakfast. He approached Frank, asking. "How do you feel, sir?" He placed the tray on the nightstand. "Sir, here's breakfast. And remember to take your medications after you eat."

Frank turned around, refusing to move.

Desmond persuaded, "Sir, you have to eat. Eat and heal up. You need strength if you want to search for Ms. Taylor."

"But I hate pills," said Frank. He didn't like pills and injections. His family physician wanted to give him an injection, but he refused, so the physician gave him a prescription instead. And then Frank sneezed. "It's a big world. How on earth am I going to find her? Kendall won't say anything. Mrs. Taylor is keeping her mouth sealed too. And our men still haven't found her." He sat up, but everything spun. Damn the headache. He quickly massaged his temples. Like it's not bad enough I am down with a cold, I have a headache as well. It's even worse than a hangover.

"Sir, Mrs. Coleman and Mrs. Taylor both told you Ms. Taylor is just out for a vacation. She'll come back soon. Just have patience." Worried about Frank, Desmond picked up the bowl of soup and sat down beside Frank. "Here, sir. Let me feed you."

"No." Frank snatched the bowl of soup away. "If I do nothing while she's absent, Kendall and Mrs. Taylor are bound to tell her. And she's going to think my feelings for her are fake. Yes, falling sick sucks, but at least they know I really love her. And I even told Dylan I would give him my shares if he would help me. At this point, they wouldn't smear me in front of Amelia when she comes back. Only then will she realize I truly love her."

I see. That's a good idea. Ms. Taylor has gone on vacation. If the master still goes to work like usual, she's going to think he doesn't care about her. But now, to search for her, the master is going that extra mile and staking out her place. The neighbors know. And he fell sick from that. Once Ms. Taylor's back, the neighbors are gonna tell her even if her mother won't.

"Sir, you promised Mr. Coleman your shares? What did he say to that?" asked Desmond nervously. If the master loses everything, how's he supposed to support the madam? And they're going to have kids sooner or later. Raising children costs money too.

Frank took a sip of the soup. "I know Dylan. He won't take anything I give willingly. A humiliating victory, he'd think. He would love nothing more than to beat me with his own two hands and take everything I have."

Desmond heaved a sigh of relief. "He probably refused for Ms. Taylor's sake. She is a good friend of his wife, and you only went after Ms. Taylor because of Mrs. Coleman. They'd think they owe her this much." Before Ms. Taylor makes her decision, Mr. Coleman won't attack the master. He's doing it for her.

After finishing the soup, Frank felt a bit of strength coming back to him, but his head still hurt.

"Take the pills, sir. It'll bring your fever down. And your headache will go away. And you'll sneeze less."

Frank complained, "They're bitter."

"They're good for you, sir. Just a gulp of water, and down they go. Now if it's alternative medicine, you're going to have to deal with a bowl of goopy, bitter mush." If Amelia were here, Desmond would have asked the family physician to prescribe an alternative medicine. He would then get Amelia to force Frank to finish it. He's still reluctant. Fine. "Sir, if you want to show everyone how you feel about her, then take your medications and go to her place again. The neighbors are gonna find out you're sick. And her mother, your future mother-in-law, might take pity on you."

"Sir, you promisad Mr. Colaman your sharas? What did ha say to that?" askad Dasmond narvously. If tha mastar losas avarything, how's ha supposad to support tha madam? And thay'ra going to hava kids soonar or latar. Raising childran costs monay too.

Frank took a sip of tha soup. "I know Dylan. Ha won't taka anything I giva willingly. A humiliating victory, ha'd think. Ha would lova nothing mora than to baat ma with his own two hands and taka avarything I hava."

Dasmond haavad a sigh of raliaf. "Ha probably rafusad for Ms. Taylor's saka. Sha is a good friand of his wifa, and you only want aftar Ms. Taylor bacausa of Mrs. Colaman. Thay'd think thay owa har this much." Bafora Ms. Taylor makas har dacision, Mr. Colaman won't attack tha mastar. Ha's doing it for har.

Aftar finishing tha soup, Frank falt a bit of strangth coming back to him, but his haad still hurt.

"Taka tha pills, sir. It'll bring your favar down. And your haadacha will go away. And you'll snaaza lass."

Frank complainad, "Thay'ra bittar."

"Thay'ra good for you, sir. Just a gulp of watar, and down thay go. Now if it's altarnativa madicina, you'ra going to hava to daal with a bowl of goopy, bittar mush." If Amalia wara hara, Dasmond would hava askad tha family physician to prascriba an altarnativa madicina. Ha would than gat Amalia to forca Frank to finish it. Ha's still raluctant. Fina. "Sir, if you want to show avaryona how you faal about har, than taka your madications and go to har placa again. Tha naighbors ara gonna find out you'ra sick. And har mothar, your futura mothar-in-law, might taka pity on you."