Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 152

"Yeah, do communicate with her. Nevertheless, it was also because I did not teach Kendall well that

she had made Master Dylan angry."

However, this did not go well with Dylan, as he disliked the tone his mother-in-law was using. With a

serious tone, he said, "Mother, me and Kendall are a married couple. As husband and wife, our

standings are the same. Since you are her mother, you do not need to be on the edge with me. Please

do not think of me being of higher standing than you. What had happened between me and Kendall

was due to our lack of communication and trust in one another. It had nothing to do with you."

Smiling, Charlotte replied, "Yes, yes. I'm just being a worrywart." For Dylan to be able to say such

things, it showed that he was being serious about Kendall. Charlotte felt grateful for the fact that Dylan

would treat her daughter in such a manner. Yet on the other hand, she felt regretful, as Dylan could

never give her daughter the genuine status of being the young mistress of the Coleman Family. Alas,

nothing is perfect in this world.

Now, with there being no topic left to discuss, silence filled the room. Although Dylan had told Charlotte

not to be on edge with him, she still dared not casually speak with her oh-so-amazing son-in-law.

However, she couldn't bear the silence while facing Dylan, thus broke the silence with the first question

she thought of. "Why isn't Kendall here yet?"

Without replying to his mother-in-law, Dylan took a glance at his watch and estimated the time it would

take for one to reach the house from the main entrance. In his estimation, Kendall should have been

here already at this time. "Amos, go check whether Young Mistress Kendall is lost again."

"Understood," Amos replied before leaving posthaste.

Charlotte felt slightly awkward after hearing her daughter would actually be lost in her in-laws' house.

Noticing his mother-in-law's awkwardness, Dylan explained gently, "Since our house is big and has

numerous routes, it can get pretty chaotic. Any average person would usually get lost in here. When

Kendall first moved in, I've given her enough time for her to be used to the layout here, but perhaps she

has a poor sense of direction. She would still get lost even after staying here for such a long time."

"Perhaps Kendall… still hasn't gotten used to the layout. She'll gradually get used to it."

With the Coleman Mansion—that was definitely worth a dozen houses by the Parker Family—being

this huge while having such complicated routes, Charlotte herself thought she would've gotten lost as

well had Amos not been here to guide her in.

Soon after, Amos returned. "Young Master Dylan, Young Mistress Kendall came back with Ronnie, and

is now walking toward the main kitchen."

Dylan frowned but said nothing in the end.

Charlotte, who seemingly guessed the reason for Dylan's silence, stood up and said, "Master Dylan,

Adam would be coming home soon for dinner. I'll take my leave here. For now, I would have to skip

meeting Old Madam Coleman. However, I'll bring with me a gift the next time I come to meet her." She

was worried that her in-law would be reluctant to meet her.

The Old Madam of the Coleman Family, Tilly, had rarely made any public appearance. Charlotte had

only met Tilly once ten years ago, but even then, she only saw her from far away. She hadn't the

opportunity, let alone the qualification, to meet the madam face to face.

"I'm sure Kendall has gone to the main kitchen to prepare dinner. Mother, you should join us for dinner."

Dylan invited his mother-in-law to stay for dinner.

However, Charlotte was reluctant to do so, as she wanted her daughter to properly make up with

Dylan.

Noticing Charlotte being reluctant to stay for dinner, Dylan asked Amos to escort her out while also

ordering someone else to send word to the main house that Charlotte would not be joining for dinner,

as she had urgent matters to deal with, but would definitely come to greet Tilly the next time she was

here. Lest Grandma thinks that the Parker Family was impolite. Although Dylan was jealous and was

still angry with Kendall, he would still do his best to uphold Kendall's dignity.

Kendall came soon after Charlotte had left.

"Young Mistress Kendall," Amos greeted her and turned to glance at Dylan before taking his leave

silently.

When Amos had left, Kendall went and took a seat beside Dylan. "Why did Mommy leave?"

With a cold glare, he replied indifferently, "You didn't even invite your own mother in when she was

here. When I had invited her to our home, you were nowhere to be seen. Kendall Parker, don't you

think you're being rude? Those ignorant to the truth would think that the Coleman Family are just an

arrogant bunch that would look down on their own in-laws."

"I… Hubby." Kendall held Dylan's arm, only for him to pull away from her hold. Not giving up, she held

his arm once more but was still met with the same result. It was only after two times Dylan had pulled

away did he let her do as she wished. However, he looked away and had an expression that clearly

showed that he didn't want anything to do with her.

"Hubby." Kendall leaned her head on Dylan's shoulder before she said softly, "Hubby, let's make up,

okay? From the moment we were married, I really wanted to be with you for the rest of my life. The

moment we received our marriage certificate, I'd already given up on Jackson. You said that I was

restless and that I still couldn't let go of Jackson, but that's not true. In fact, I was only thinking about

something."

Dylan gave an indifferent grunt and kept his silence.

"Hubby, I took the afternoon off from work and went to the Whittle Family to ask for all the presents I've

ever given to Jackson. As long as it was something that I've given to Jackson in the past, I've asked for

them back no matter what the item was."

Hearing that, Dylan frowned, his face tensing up.

"Since we've broken up, then we should wipe the slate clean. I will no longer be involved with him. I

know that I was being abrupt and shameless in marrying you. As for why I did so, I'll explain it to you

later. For now, can you have dinner with me? Ronnie said you've skipped lunch today." Saying that, she

gazed silently at Dylan—who was still not looking at her—and waited for his response.

After keeping quiet for a long time, Dylan turned to face her. When the couple met each other's gaze,

he asked in a chilling tone, "How many bottles of alcohol did you drink this afternoon?"

Kendall was surprised Dylan knew.

"You smell like alcohol every time you open your mouth."

"Do I?" Kendall then huffed and sniffed her breath before she continued, "I can't smell it anymore since

some time has passed. Hubby, your sense of smell is amazing to be able to still smell the alcohol."

"How much did you drink?"

Now, Kendall was afraid to meet Dylan's eyes and started shifting her gaze away from him. However,

Dylan coldly caught her chin and locked her head in place so that she couldn't avoid his eyes anymore.

He asked once more in a chilling tone, "Answer me. How much did you drink? Don't make me ask you

the fourth time!"

"It's not much, only four bottles, and it was beer. Since I have a decent level of alcohol tolerance, four

bottles of beer are nothing to me."

"Why did you drink?"

Feeling aggrieved, Kendall looked at him. "Did you think you're the only one who has a temper? Did

you think you're the only one who would feel aggrieved? I was devastated when I was made to get out

of the car. I felt miserable when you left me alone back then, and when I kept calling for you from

behind your car, you ignored me and acted as if you didn't hear me, and were even ruthless enough to

just leave the way you did. So yes, I cried. Yet, even after I cried for a long time as I sat on the

roadside, you still didn't come back. That's why I could only call Amelia to ask her to pick me up. When

she brought me out for lunch, I ordered alcohol since I was feeling sad. But Amelia stopped me from

drinking too much and prohibited me from drinking the ones with high alcohol content. In the end, I

could only drink four bottles of beer."

Dylan felt his heart ache upon hearing she had shed tears. Looking at her now, who seemed to be on

the verge of tears the more she explained herself, he gave in and put his arms around her before he

sighed. "I was waiting for you to call me first. If you had called me first, I would have definitely come

back for you. However, you didn't call even after I waited for the entire day."