Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 537

Amelia didn't respond to Frank's message.

At the break of dawn the next morning, Amelia was woken up by Desmond's call.

"Mr. Desmond." Amelia tried her best to suppress her fury. "You'd better have something very important to say.

Otherwise, you'll never have a sweet dream again."

It was immoral of Desmond to disturb her while she was asleep.

Desmond knew he was in the wrong for waking Amelia up at this hour, but Frank had told him the day before that

he had to come over to the Taylor Residence and pick Amelia up at the break of dawn. Frank insisted on having the

soup prepared by Amelia first thing in the morning. Otherwise, he would eat nothing and head straight to the

company.

Desmond had always doted on Frank, so he didn't have the heart to see him starve. Furthermore, he hoped that

Frank and Amelia would get together one day.

This time, Kendall had hurt Frank deeply, and it seemed that he had indeed given up on her. This was wonderful

news for Desmond. Frank had even sent Dylan the paintings he had drawn in the past, and it seemed that he was

determined to sever ties with Kendall. Certainly, Desmond was more than happy to see that happen.

"Ms. Taylor, it's a very important matter to me. Mr. Mendelson insists that you prepare breakfast for him. Otherwise,

he'll starve himself for the entire day."

Amelia's expression darkened as she snapped, "What does it have anything to do with me if he wants to starve

himself? Just inform me when he's dead. I'm more than willing to handle his corpse."

With that, she directly hung up the call. Frank is such a horrible guy! I must be blind to have fallen for him! After she

shut off her phone, she lay back down in bed and closed her eyes.

When Desmond called again and realized her phone had been turned off, he had no choice but to ring the doorbell.

A moment later, a series of knocks at the door made Amelia unable to fall asleep. Infuriated, she got to her feet

and yanked the door open, only to see her mother standing in front of her. She had no choice but to stop herself

from cursing. "Mom," she called out meekly.

"Morning." Sophia was still clad in pajamas. It was apparent that she had been disturbed during her sleep as well.

With a gloomy expression, she glared at her daughter and snapped, "That guy named Desmond just won't stop

ringing the doorbell. It's annoying. Since he's here for you, you should settle this matter yourself!" After a pause,

she asked, "You and Frank…"

"Mom, there's nothing between us. He's just trying to torture me."

Sophia stared at her daughter for several minutes before letting out a sigh. "Forget it. Perhaps this is your destiny.

Just get changed and follow that guy to work. Don't forget to demand a higher salary."

Amelia was stunned. "Mom, are you telling me to be his cook?"

"Are you going to be his wife, then?"

Hearing that, Amelia was rendered speechless. To restore peace to her family, she had no choice but to get

changed, wash up, and leave with Desmond. She pulled a long face on the way to her destination.

Desmond knew that she was incensed, so he didn't dare talk to her.

It was only 6.00AM when they arrived at the Mendelson Residence. When Amelia realized what time it was, she had

the urge to go upstairs and splash a basin of water on Frank. What right does he have to ask someone to get me

out of bed so early in the morning while he's still sound asleep?

"Ms. Taylor, all the ingredients are ready. You just have to put them into the pot," Desmond said politely and left the

place in a hurry.

Amelia tried her best to stop herself from going upstairs to put her idea into action. Then, she entered the kitchen

silently.

Just as Desmond said, all the ingredients had been prepared for her, and even the right amount of water had been

put into the pot. All she had to do was drop the ingredients into the pot.

Seeing that, she was torn between tears and laughter. Given her cooking skills, it would be a miracle if Frank drank

her soup. After dropping the ingredients into the pot, she didn't have to do anything else. The chef respectfully

asked her to leave the kitchen.

Everyone in the Mendelson Residence was tactful. Although Frank always pulled pranks on Amelia, he treated her

well. She was the second woman after Kendall who could approach Frank.

Presently, Amelia was bored since she had nothing to do. Still displeased at the fact that she had been forced to

wake up at the break of dawn, she decided to retaliate against Frank. He had been pulling pranks on her all the

time, and it was time she counterattacked.

With that in mind, she headed upstairs. Previously, she had left behind several cosmetic products in the guest

room. After sneaking inside, she found the items.

More than ten minutes later, Frank got out of bed. He was used to going out for a run first thing in the morning, and

it was no exception that day. He changed into his sportswear and put on a pair of sneakers before shuffling out of

his room. The moment he opened the door, he saw someone lying in a puddle of blood, and beside her was a knife.

"Amelia!" Frank exclaimed at the top of his lungs. Amelia could tell that he was truly frightened.

The next moment, he anxiously squatted down and carried the blood-soaked Amelia up. Then, he ran down the

stairs and yelled, "Quick! Get the car ready! We're going to the hospital!"

Amelia was dumbfounded. She just wanted to scare him, but it never crossed her mind that he would take it

seriously.

Isn't he an intelligent and calm man? Can't he tell that I merely dissolved my lipstick into some water and poured it

over my clothes? The blood on the knife is also covered with liquid dyed red by my lipstick.

When Desmond and the others arrived and saw how anxious Frank looked, they were shocked. Desmond promptly

asked, "What's going on, Mr. Mendelson?"

"Call the ambulance. Wait, no—get the car ready and go to the hospital at once. Amelia hurt herself with the knife,

and she has passed out from severe bleeding!"

As Frank replied to Desmond, he dashed toward the door with Amelia in his arms. He was so quick that Amelia was

deluged with a sense of weightlessness.

"Hey, stop! I didn't pass out from severe bleeding!" Seeing how Frank wanted to send her to the hospital, Amelia

couldn't keep putting up the act any longer. She opened her eyes and struggled out of Frank's arms before landing

on the floor. Frank was astounded at that.

"Don't you think my acting skills are excellent? Take a closer look. Does the stain on my clothes look like blood to

you?"

Upon closer look, Frank realized it looked nothing like blood at all. His face turned grim in an instant.

"I suppose you were frightened." Since Amelia had achieved her goal, she was gleeful.

When Desmond caught sight of Frank's dark expression, he moved backward in silence. Then, he and the

bodyguards snuck out of the place. Ms. Taylor crossed the line by pulling such a prank in the morning. Well, bless

her.

"Amelia!" Frank roared through clenched teeth. "Is it fun for you? Didn't you realize how frightened I was? When I

saw you lying in a puddle of blood, I was scared out of my wits!"

"Well, it's not fun. My clothes are dirty, so you have to buy me new ones. If you hadn't asked Mr. Desmond to bring

me here so early in the morning, I wouldn't have done such a thing."

Frank took Amelia's wrist and dragged her back into the living room, his expression furious.

"What are you doing? Release me! Hey, stop being so forceful. My wrist hurts! Frank, you just don't know how to be

gentle to a girl, do you? Slow down, I can't keep up with you. Are we going back upstairs? Why are you dragging me

along? Ah!"