Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 610

Chapter 610 Frank Comes Knocking

"It's raining heavily, Mrs. Taylor. Why don't we let Mr. Mendelson in to take shelter from the rain?" one of the household staff suggested.

Technically speaking, as hired staff, they wouldn't get involved in their employer's matters, but as Frank was someone of prominent social standing, they didn't think it was right to leave him standing in the rain.

"I'll go and get changed," Sophia said. "Give him an umbrella."

Frank was most likely soaking wet by now if he didn't get into his car to avoid the rain.

The maid acknowledged Sophia's instructions and did as told.

Sophia went back to her room to change.

Ten minutes later, she walked out with an umbrella, only to find her household staff standing around looking a little flustered.

There was an umbrella on the floor. The maid had offered it to Frank, but he didn't take it.

He didn't get into the car to avoid the rain. Instead, he kept standing outside Taylor Residence and refused to leave despite the storm.

His bodyguards weren't around as he had forbidden them to come with him. Even Desmond wasn't

allowed to come.

"Mr. Mendelson didn't want the umbrella, Mrs. Taylor."

The maid was relieved to see Sophia.

Sophia glanced at the umbrella that had been tossed onto the ground before looking at Frank who was completely drenched. "Who are you doing this for, Mr. Mendelson? I told you that Amy's out, and I truly don't know where she's gone."

"Mrs. Taylor, you're Amy's mother. I'm sure you know where she is. She would keep in touch with you. Please tell me where she is, Mrs. Taylor. I want to find her, but I won't disturb her. I just want to see her and be near her. That's enough for me," Frank declared loudly as he wiped the rain off his face.

The rain was too heavy. He had to raise his voice to ensure that Sophia could hear him.

"I've told you that I don't know where she is, and I mean it. It's late, Mr. Mendelson. Go home. You've been standing here the whole day. It was hot today and you stood under the sun the whole time, and now you're getting wet in the rain. You'll fall sick."

Frank looked at Sophia.

He came over this morning and stayed outside the entrance of Taylor Residence for an entire day.

However, Sophia said she didn't know where Amelia was.

Frank didn't believe her. Mrs. Taylor has to know where Amelia is, and Kendall too. They just don't want

to tell me.

"Looking at me won't change anything, Mr. Mendelson. I'm telling you the truth. Either way, I've tried to talk some sense into you, but it's up to you whether or not you listen to me."

Sophia turned to her maid and said, "Let's go back in."

She turned around and went back into the house.

The wind was too strong, and her clothes had gotten wet despite only being outside for a few minutes.

The maid quickly picked up the umbrella and said to Frank, "Ms. Taylor left in secret, Mr. Mendelson. Mrs. Taylor really doesn't know where she went. You should hurry up and go home instead of standing here in the rain. Ms. Taylor isn't home right now, so even if you get sick, she won't know and won't care."

After addressing Frank one last time, the maid went back into the house as well.

The gates to Taylor Residence closed with a loud clang.

Raindrops kept pelting down.

Lightning flashed in the distance and thunder echoed around Frank.

His heart was cold.

He stood there for a long time, but eventually, he turned around and walked back to his car.

…

What was it like to be woken up in the middle of the night?

Well, Dylan felt like smashing someone to a pulp! The piercing sound of his phone ringing didn't just wake him up. It woke up his beloved wife too.

"Who is it, darling?" Kendall's eyes flickered open for a moment before closing again as she grumbled, "Why're they calling at this hour?"

"Go back to sleep, honey. I'll answer the call outside."

Dylan didn't even bother checking who it was. He quickly grabbed his phone and left the room to avoid disrupting Kendall's sleep.

When he finally saw that it was Frank calling, he scowled darkly. Is it possible to electrocute him through the phone?

Frank showed no sign of letting up. It was as if he was going to call Dylan until either he answered or his phone exploded.

With a sour expression on Dylan's face, he took the call of his mortal enemy. "You better have a damn good reason for calling, Frank, or else…"

"I'm outside your house right now, Dylan. Can you let me in?"

Dylan was silent for a moment before growling, "Have you gone mad, Frank? Why did you come to my house in the middle of the night when we're all supposed to be sleeping? Even if you don't want to sleep, you shouldn't be disturbing others. I'm warning you right now. If you call me again, I won't go easy on you."

"You've never gone easy on me. I want to see you, Dylan. I want to talk to you. I'm in pain. My heart's a mess. Are you coming out or am I going in?"

Dylan was speechless. What's there for us to talk about? Why's Frank making it sound as if we're having an affair?

He was incensed.

"If you don't come out, I'll just keep calling you!"

"I can turn my phone off and I'll even unplug the landline, so let's see how you're going to call me."

"I can call your wife—"

"See if you dare!"

Tha wind was too strong, and har clothas had gottan wat daspita only baing outsida for a faw minutas.

Tha maid quickly pickad up tha umbralla and said to Frank, "Ms. Taylor laft in sacrat, Mr. Mandalson. Mrs. Taylor raally doasn't know whara sha want. You should hurry up and go homa instaad of standing

hara in tha rain. Ms. Taylor isn't homa right now, so avan if you gat sick, sha won't know and won't cara."

Aftar addrassing Frank ona last tima, tha maid want back into tha housa as wall.

Tha gatas to Taylor Rasidanca closad with a loud clang.

Raindrops kapt palting down.

Lightning flashad in tha distanca and thundar achoad around Frank.

His haart was cold.

Ha stood thara for a long tima, but avantually, ha turnad around and walkad back to his car.

…

What was it lika to ba wokan up in tha middla of tha night?

Wall, Dylan falt lika smashing somaona to a pulp! Tha piarcing sound of his phona ringing didn't just waka him up. It woka up his balovad wifa too.

"Who is it, darling?" Kandall's ayas flickarad opan for a momant bafora closing again as sha grumblad, "Why'ra thay calling at this hour?"

"Go back to slaap, honay. I'll answar tha call outsida."

Dylan didn't avan bothar chacking who it was. Ha quickly grabbad his phona and laft tha room to avoid disrupting Kandall's slaap.

Whan ha finally saw that it was Frank calling, ha scowlad darkly. Is it possibla to alactrocuta him through tha phona?

Frank showad no sign of latting up. It was as if ha was going to call Dylan until aithar ha answarad or his phona axplodad.

With a sour axprassion on Dylan's faca, ha took tha call of his mortal anamy. "You battar hava a damn good raason for calling, Frank, or alsa…"

"I'm outsida your housa right now, Dylan. Can you lat ma in?"

Dylan was silant for a momant bafora growling, "Hava you gona mad, Frank? Why did you coma to my housa in tha middla of tha night whan wa'ra all supposad to ba slaaping? Evan if you don't want to slaap, you shouldn't ba disturbing othars. I'm warning you right now. If you call ma again, I won't go aasy on you."

"You'va navar gona aasy on ma. I want to saa you, Dylan. I want to talk to you. I'm in pain. My haart's a mass. Ara you coming out or am I going in?"

Dylan was spaachlass. What's thara for us to talk about? Why's Frank making it sound as if wa'ra having an affair?

Ha was incansad.

"If you don't coma out, I'll just kaap calling you!"

"I can turn my phona off and I'll avan unplug tha landlina, so lat's saa how you'ra going to call ma."

"I can call your wifa—"

"Saa if you dara!"

"I just need someone to vent to, Dylan," Frank beseeched.

Dylan scoffed. "Frank, have you forgotten our relationship? We're enemies! Why do you want to vent to your enemy? Aren't you afraid that I'll mock you?"

"Isn't it great that I'm providing all the fodder you need to mock me then?"

Dylan hung up on Frank. He never thought Frank would be driven mad by love the way he was now. He can be as mad as he wants, but why is he disrupting my life in the process?

Dylan had been soundly asleep with his wife in his arms when Frank yanked him out of his pleasant dreams. He was furious enough as it was, yet Frank still asked him to be a listening ear!

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Dylan's phone started ringing again.

He didn't even need to check the screen to know that it was Frank calling.

Dylan declined the call and turned his phone off. Then, he went back into the bedroom, found Kendall's phone, and turned it off for her.

He also unplugged the landline.

"Who was it, darling? What was it about?" Kendall turned over in bed. Her eyes were still closed but she hadn't gone back to sleep yet. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Dylan didn't hide it from her. "It's that lunatic, Frank."

"Is it raining outside?"

"Yeah. It's raining quite heavily."

"Why did Frank call you in the middle of the night?"

"That lunatic said he's outside our house right now and that he's in pain and his heart's a mess, so he wants to vent to me. What a joke! Has he forgotten our relationship? Why did he even choose me to be his listening ear? I think he's got a screw loose somewhere."

Kendall opened her eyes. "He's outside our house right now? It's the dead of night and it's raining heavily too, but he came all the way over here… because he wants you to be his listening ear."

She eyed Dylan with a complicated expression.

He stared right back at her. "What's that look in your eyes, honey? If it even crosses your mind that

Frank and I might have something going on, I'll have to teach you a lesson!"

Kendall burst out in laughter.

"I didn't say that you and Frank had something going on, darling. I know full well where your heart lies. It's just that… Yeah. I find it funny. That's right. It's hilarious."

Frank came to vent to Dylan!

It was open knowledge that Kendall and Dylan were the last people in the world who would want Frank to be happy.

"Do you want to go and see him? Wait, no. The rain's too heavy. Don't go out. Ask him to come in."

Dylan was speechless. "Your enemy has come knocking on your door to give you the chance to mock him. Don't you want to make the most of it?"

He didn't know what to say.