Kendall's Sacrifice

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."

Amelia was quiet for a beat before she muttered, "It was only a little more than ten thousand. I took no time to pick

it all up. I will be in a great mood if you give me a few million that I will get tired from picking them up."

Frank chuckled at that. "If you do one thing for me, I will throw millions in cash and have you pick them up until your

arms are limp."

"Forget it if you are trying to inquire about Kendall," Amelia rejected his offer without any hesitation. "I won't help

you even if you give me ten million."

"I don't need you to inquire about her. Dylan picked Kendall up today. As her best friend, shouldn't you go and see

her?"

Frank hadn't seen her in a long time, and he couldn't help but wonder if anything had changed about her.

Amelia let out a laugh when she saw through what he was thinking. "You are trying to get me to be their third

wheel, aren't you? Master Dylan and Kendall are like newlyweds now. I wouldn't go to them at a time like this. I don't

want to make Master Dylan angry."

Amelia was sensible enough to know that the young couple was going to be lovey-dovey with each other. No matter

how good her relationship with Kendall was, she wouldn't go to the Coleman Residence today.

"Frank, stop trying to do evil things. Kendall is still talking about seeking you out to settle things for beating up

Master Dylan when she comes back."

Kendall wouldn't forgive and forget so easily. She wanted to teach Frank a lesson when she came back.

Frank only muttered in a sad voice, "But Master Dylan beat me up too! He was the one who made a move first."

"He has gone easy on you, considering your actions. My only regret is not learning martial arts as Kendall did.

Otherwise, I would have beaten you up as well."

Frank's expression was dark now and instead of continuing with the conversation, he swiftly brought up something

else. "Where are you now?"

Amelia was a loyal friend. He had used her for so long, but he hadn't gained any benefits from it.

This call was a …

Waste of time. No, that is not right.

But it feels wrong to say that it is not a waste of time as well.

"Why do you care where I am?" she barked a question in reply.

"Are you on a blind date again?"

He hadn't realized how his voice became cold when he asked that.

However, Amelia also didn't pick up the tone of his voice. "I am going to watch a movie," she threw out.

"Who are you watching the movie with?" he asked again gloomily.

"And what's that got to do with you?"

She hung up the call immediately after that.

Frank wanted to smash his phone at that point. How dare she hang up on me?!