Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 334

But very quickly, he resigned when Frank's gaze deepened. "Alright, I won't go if you don't want me to, sir. Old

Madam Coleman defends her family unconditionally, anyway. I might not even get justice where justice is due."

The reason Dylan was more powerful than Frank was that the Colemans were a large family.

"I owe this much to Kendall, Desmond. Don't blame me for being heartless if you dare give Kendall any trouble

behind my back!" Frank admonished Desmond.

He deserved it even if Kendall mutilated him.

He didn't blame her. In fact, he would be utterly grateful if she could be less angry with him.

Desmond parted his lips, wanting to continue to speak up, but he didn't know what else to say.

Just then, Frank requested, "Desmond, take a picture of me with my phone."

Desmond was a little reluctant to oblige. He had a good idea of what Frank was trying to do, so while taking the

picture, he said, "Sir, if she can hurt you to this degree, she wouldn't feel anything even if she sees you in black and

blue, let alone come and take care of you."

I'll be a monkey's uncle if she ever comes. I bet she'll think she wasn't ruthless enough when she sees how

gruesome his bruises are.

However, Frank ignored Desmond, silently sending the picture to Kendall. Of course, he didn't dare expect Kendall

to ever reply to it.

Just then, Desmond's phone rang.

Seconds after answering it, he turned to Frank. "Sir, Dr. Quimby's here."

"Have him come up," said Frank as he moved to the couch and sat down.

With that, Desmond notified the servants, and Dr. Quimby entered in no time. The doctor was so shocked by what

he saw that he nearly dropped his medical kit to the floor.

"How did you get all these injuries, President?!" Dr. Quimby walked up to Frank and placed the medical kit on the

coffee table in front of the couch.

Desmond wanted to speak, but Frank shot him a glance, so he could only keep all his words to himself.

"Help me dress my wounds. Something that'll reduce the swelling quickly."

He was seriously unprepossessing right now.

For someone who took serious care of his appearance his whole life, he could only ever tolerate Kendall doing this

to him. If anyone else dared mutilate him like this, he'd long have retaliated.

Dr. Quimby knew at once this wasn't something he should find out when he didn't get an answer from Frank. After a

quick check-up, he announced, "Your injuries aren't as gruesome as it looks. They're all just superficial wounds.

You'll be fine in about half a month if you change your dressings every day."

But very quickly, he resigned when Frank's gaze deepened. "Alright, I won't go if you don't want me to, sir. Old

Madam Coleman defends her family unconditionally, anyway. I might not even get justice where justice is due."

Desmond finally heaved a sigh of relief after hearing the doctor's evaluation.

With that, Dr. Quimby dressed Frank's wounds, gave him a few pills, and passed Frank a few instructions before

leaving with his medical kit.

"Dr. Quimby, Mr. Mendelson is really fine, is he not?" Desmond asked when he saw the doctor to the door.

"He's not suffering from any internal injuries, but those wounds will bring him solid pain for a good while. Desmond,

the president wouldn't tell me what happened to him, but do you know the story? Who did that to him?"

"It's a fatal attraction," sighed Desmond while shaking his head, but he kept it ambiguous.

He'd naturally keep his mouth shut and not disclose anything when even his master didn't tell the doctor anything.

"This has to do with a woman? Has the president fallen for someone? Let me guess, she doesn't feel the same for

him?" the doctor gossiped. "Which family is this woman from that can remain unfazed even in front of President

Mendelson?"

It wouldn't be exaggerating to say that Frank was Adonis reincarnated. His pair of eyes, in particular, were soul-

stirring. Anyone whom he riveted his eyes upon would be infatuated at once.

"Destined to meet but not fated to be together. No more questions, please, Doctor. Just thinking about it makes me

upset. I feel absolutely awful for Mr. Mendelson."

"Well, the first step is always difficult," Dr. Quimby comforted Desmond. "The president doesn't have much

experience when it comes to girls. Maybe she just finds him rude. You should advise President Mendelson to

moderate his temper. Girls require coaxing, after all."

Desmond smiled wryly in response. The problem is that my master has fallen for a married woman!

After seeing Dr. Quimby off, he stood at the gates for quite some time before going back inside.

By the time he returned, Frank was sitting in the living room, slouching on the couch while rubbing his temples, still

troubled by the splitting headache. "Make a trip to Taylor Residence," he ordered Joshua. "Ask Amelia to come over,

and I mean 'ask'. Don't be rude, and don't hurt her."

"Yes, sir." Joshua obliged deferentially, then looked worryingly at Frank, hesitating to speak up. "Sir, I don't know if I

should say this."

"Don't say anything if you're unsure. Only speak up after you've thought it through," Frank said curtly. "I'm not in the

mood to analyze it for you right now."

"I'll go and ask Ms. Taylor to come over at once," announced Joshua before scurrying away for fear that Frank

would reprimand him if he stayed a second longer.