Kendall's Sacrifice novel Chapter 452

Chapter 452

In the meantime, Amelia was also gradually regaining consciousness. She could feel a dull ache coming from the back of her neck. She lay down on the bed for a while before realizing how unfamiliar her surroundings were. This realization made her shoot upright into a sitting position. Where's Kendall? I remembered Frank took her away. And also, where am I now? She panicked for a moment before she hurried toward the room door.

"Where are you going?" A deep, icy voice came from behind her. The voice belonged to Frank. Amelia halted her footsteps before turning around and looking toward the source of the voice. She saw Frank standing in front of the window, with his back facing her. He had a cigarette, which wasn't lit up, in his right hand.

"Where's Kendall?" Amelia hurried over to Frank before grabbing his arm. "What did you do to her?" she cried. Frank shoved her hand off before turning to face her. She immediately noticed the cold and rather glum look in his alluring eyes. The way he fixed his glare on her made her feel somewhat intimidated. "Let go of Kendall now, Frank. I'll never let you hear the end of it if you harm her in any way!"

Frank pressed his lips into a thin line and spoke through gritted teeth. "How dare you ask me where Kendall is!" He reached his arm out and wrapped his fingers around Amelia's neck before turning around and pressing her against the wall. Amelia tried her best to pull his hand away from her neck. Is this b*stard trying to strangle me to death?

"If you hadn't been dragging my feet, Kendall would've been mine by now, and all my efforts wouldn't have gone to waste. You must be my nemesis sent from hell," Frank growled.

Did Frank just say that his efforts have gone to waste? That must mean that someone has saved Kendall. I bet it was Master Dylan who did it. Amelia felt her tense body loosen up a little upon hearing that Kendall was safe. She even stopped trying to free herself from Frank's choke hold. Instead, she tilted her head upward and shut her eyes as if she had prepared for him to choke her to death.

Frank's gaze darkened. He genuinely wanted to strangle this woman to death, who had brought nothing but bad luck to him. His fingers curled tighter around her neck as he applied more strength in his hands. Amelia found it was getting harder for her to breathe, but she didn't resist his actions at all.

"You're even willing to sacrifice your life for Kendall, Amelia? Is that even worth it?!" Frank yelled. Amelia opened her eyes at his words but kept her mouth shut. Eventually, Frank let go of her, and she leaned against the wall while coughing. It took her a while to catch her breath before she looked up into Frank's deep eyes. "I could ask you the same thing. You've done so much for Kendall. Is that even worth it?" she asked him in return.

Frank was speechless. After a while, he spoke in a rather gloomy tone. "I didn't have any feelings for her at the start. I just wanted the baby. But then—" He stopped abruptly. Wait, why am I explaining myself to her? He then turned around and walked off as he didn't want to continue talking.

"Kendall never got pregnant, so how could there be a baby? The baby that you drew is a baby you imagined for yourself. That child was never alive. Even if the baby did exist, the infant only existed in your dreams. That was a dream. A dream!" Amelia cried. "I think you should see a psychologist, Frank. You're sick in the head. Your sickness brought so much harm to Kendall, and you even hurt me."

Everyone had dreams in their sleep, but Amelia had never met someone so convinced their dream was reality. She recalled the time she had dreamed she struck the jackpot and won hundreds of thousands before. However, she woke up to realize she didn't have any of that money. Though, I didn't insist on trying my luck to actually win the jackpot after that, did I?

"You don't understand things between Kendall and me. It's none of your business, anyway," Frank muttered before walking off. Amelia leaned against the wall for support as she spoke. "I wouldn't even bother with you if you hadn't messed with both Kendall's and my lives. Who do you think you are? Do you really think I care about you? I don't get paid for sticking my nose into your business, and I even get punished for doing so. If anyone else enjoys doing such a pointless job, I'd happily let them do it for me," she hissed.

The sound of footsteps got closer to her once more. Amelia thought for a second that Frank was returning to the room, so her body tensed up in fear. However, it was Desmond who walked in instead. She let out a sigh of relief as she patted herself on the chest. "You scared me, Desmond. I thought Frank had come back."

"He has gone into the study," Desmond replied. He walked over with a tube of ointment in his hand and passed it to Amelia. "You can apply this on the back of your neck, Ms. Taylor. It'll help your wounds heal a little quicker." Amelia thanked the man as she took the ointment from him. With Desmond watching her, she squeezed some of the ointment out and applied it to the back of her neck.

"Ms. Taylor," Desmond uttered with a smile. Amelia looked up at him when she got addressed, and he continued, "The flowers in the garden are really gorgeous." Amelia remained silent as she thought, Right… What about it? She waited for him to get to his point.

"Do you want to pluck a few of them out for Mr. Mendelson? It'd make him happy. All his efforts have gone to waste today, so he's in a really bad mood," Desmond added.

Frank was speechless. After a while, he spoke in a rather gloomy tone. "I didn't have any feelings for her at the start. I just wanted the baby. But then—" He stopped abruptly. Wait, why am I explaining myself to her? He then turned around and walked off as he didn't want to continue talking.

"Desmond." Amelia stared at the man with an exasperated look on her face. "Did you know that he just tried to strangle me to death? Do I look like I'm in a good mood? He brought all of this upon himself. Who can he blame for this? Kendall's a married woman, yet he's still being so stubborn. He's the reason why Master Dylan and Kendall have to separate. Does he think that Kendall will get together with him after being separated from Master Dylan? She would only hate him more! You can pluck some flowers if you think they're pretty, but I'm not going to give him a bouquet of flowers. The only time I might consider giving him flowers would be at his funeral," Amelia growled.

Desmond was left speechless for a short while before making another attempt to persuade her. "Calm down, Ms. Taylor. Mr. Mendelson only acted that way because he was angry. He let go of you in the end, didn't he? If he had wanted to end your life for real, you would've been dead by now. Just so you know, he even carried you home earlier, Ms. Taylor."

Desmond had been overjoyed when he saw Frank carrying Amelia home. It showed Desmond that he was right with his thought—Frank would gradually catch feelings for Amelia. They spend all their days together, and Ms. Taylor is a pretty young woman. Mr. Mendelson's heart isn't made of stone, so I'm sure he'll fall for her eventually.

Desmond even spoke to the bodyguards who had gone along with Frank to kidnap Kendall. He heard about how Frank had glared at the bodyguard who pushed Amelia onto the ground. After Mr. Mendelson knocked Ms. Taylor out, he didn't let her fall straight to the ground. He used his leg to break her fall instead. That's why Ms. Taylor is barely injured! These details were enough to convince Desmond that Frank had started falling for Amelia.

Mr. Mendelson just hasn't realized his true feelings yet. I bet he isn't in love with Young Mistress Coleman at all. He's losing his mind over her because of that dream he had. That's why he loses all rationality when he sees Young Mistress Coleman in person. However, I can tell his love for Ms. Taylor is genuine.

Of course, Desmond didn't plan on telling Frank how to feel about Amelia. He knew they'd need to spend more time with one another for Frank to let go of Kendall eventually. By then, Frank would realize his true feelings and give up on the unattainable woman to go for the lady in front of his eye.

"Why should I thank him for carrying me back? I wouldn't have needed his help if he hadn't knocked me out," Amelia snapped. "I want to go home, Desmond. You can find someone else who'd like to get flowers for that madman." One way or another, she wasn't going to give Frank any flowers, not unless it was his funeral.