Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 333

"Yeah."

"I—" Yasmine flipped out. "I treated Parker to coffee and desserts and got exasperated because of her for nothing?"

"Where are you, Yasmine? I'll go over to you. We'll call the police and deal with your accident first."

Jeffrey felt horrible for failing her; he didn't know Dylan had arranged for people to keep an eye on the woman

named Kendall.

"Okay."

With that, she ended the call.

To her, rear-ending was just losing a car. She could always get another one, after all.

What she was upset about was that she had deliberately courted Kendall for nothing in the end.

How f*cking exasperating!

At the Mendelson Residence, Frank's headache felt so terrible after waking up that he wanted to rip his own head

off.

At that, he fumbled for his phone and called Desmond, speaking with difficulty, "Desmond, I have a splitting

headache. Get Dr. Quimby over for me, please."

Dr. Quimby was his private doctor.

"Yes, sir." Desmond obliged at once. He then said, "Sir, you drank too much liquor last night. It's normal to have a

headache when you're suffering from a hangover. I've already asked the kitchen to make a hangover cure. It's still

warm. Would you like me to bring it upstairs?"

Frank no longer pushed himself, ending the call after humming a soft response.

It seriously felt like someone had dropped his brain into a fully loaded washing machine the night before.

He kept rubbing his temples, hoping it would lessen the pain.

Very quickly, Desmond appeared with the hangover cure. "Here's your hangover cure, sir."

Desmond put the warm hangover cure on the bedside table before helping Frank up, feeling terrible for his master.

"I tried dissuading you from drinking, sir, but you wouldn't listen. Also, your wounds need to be dressed, sir."

He had helped Frank apply some ointment after the latter was out cold, but he had only applied it onto the wounds

he could see.

If he hadn't done so, his master would not only suffer from a splitting headache, but his face would also swell up

pretty badly.

Dylan and Kendall sure hadn't shown Frank any mercy.

Desmond learned the whole story from Joshua. Though Frank was at fault too, the couple was still pretty ruthless

with their punches.

He could understand why Dylan didn't go easy on Frank, for they were bitter rivals. However, Frank had always

been caring toward Kendall. He had even saved her from a tricky situation once. Surely that deserved something,

but to think that she was ruthless with her punches as well.

Joshua told him that Frank never put up a fight when Kendall threw her punches at him, letting her do whatever she

pleased. He even added that she was trained in martial arts.

"Yeah."

"I—" Yasmine flipped out. "I treated Parker to coffee and desserts and got exasperated because of her for nothing?"

Just hearing about it already got Desmond's heart aching.

"I'll live," Frank mumbled, sitting up with Desmond's help only to suffer from a throbbing headache. It wasn't until he

kept still for a moment that the pain lessened.

With that, Desmond handed him the hangover cure.

"Miss Kendall is really ruthless." Desmond had a huge problem with Kendall.

After silently drinking half of the cure, Frank put the bowl down and pursed his lips for a moment before mumbling,

"I don't feel so bad if she can beat me up and vent her anger. It's only when she does nothing that I feel terrible."

"You're being too nice to her, sir. You can't spoil women. They'll become haughty as soon as you do."

Frank chuckled self-deprecatingly in response. "I wish I could spoil her, Desmond, but she wouldn't give me the

chance to do so. She—"

She said Dylan was the only one she would spend the rest of this life with.

"Sir, those dreams you had are just dreams. Please don't dwell on them anymore. Miss Kendall is now the young

mistress of the Coleman Family. There are so many women in this world, sir. Why set your eyes on only her?"

Desmond hoped that his master would stop obsessing with those dreams.

In actuality, nothing ever happened between Frank and Kendall. Hell, the two had never even crossed paths before.

Who knew why the master would have such weird dreams?

However, Frank said nothing.

Seeing how he was behaving, Desmond knew he had been ranting to a brick wall again.

With a sigh, he turned to grab a set of fresh clothes and said, "You became so drunk that you fell asleep before

taking a shower, sir. I'll go and get the bath water ready. You'll feel a little better after a soak. Dr. Quimby will arrive

shortly."

Frank took the clothes mutely and stood up while bearing the splitting headache.

However, his throbbing knee made him nearly drop to the floor if Desmond hadn't been quick enough to catch him.

"Sir, your knee is terribly bruised," Desmond's heart ached for his master.

Frank tried kicking his bad leg but felt another series of sharp pain following the movement.

"Sir, why don't we do a full body check-up at the hospital? What if you have any internal injuries?"

"There's no need for that." Frank turned him down. "I wouldn't have any internal injuries. Kendall, s-she actually

couldn't bear to really mangle me. She avoided my vital areas every time she hit me. Sure, it hurts, but I'll be fine

after some ointment and recuperation."