Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 154

"What's wrong? They told me that you've sent Kendall back to the Coleman Family and that Kendall

took the afternoon off work. Did something happen?" Adam asked before pointing at the things that

were left in the open. "And why are all these things back here? Did Kendall get all these back, or did

Jackson send them back here?"

"This was Kendall's doing. Due to the matter with Jackson, Kendall quarreled with Master Dylan. That's

why she went to the Whittle Family and got all these things back." Charlotte sighed before she

continued, "Adam, I fear that Coleman Family might not be the right family to have as our in-laws. Due

to the differences in our standing, I was on the edge the entire time I was with Master Dylan for fear of

offending the young master by doing not enough or saying the wrong things. Should Master Dylan be

offended by me, he might take his anger out on our daughter. There are just too many rigid rules to

abide by in the Coleman Family. Navigating oneself in the Coleman Family is like going through a

maze. Kendall would have to be constantly mindful of how she acts with others in that family. Based on

how she is, I don't know if she would be able to do so."

With a purse of his lips, Adam replied, "Since things have developed this way, it would be useless even

if we worry. Back then, Kendall had gone on her own to finalize the marriage formalities with Master

Dylan without even telling us. Not to mention, even after she had the marriage certificate, she

continued to keep it from us. Since she chose this road, then no matter how hard the road is, it is hers

to go through with it. As her parents, we are powerless to help her. The only thing we can do as her

family is to show her that our doors are always open for her. If she couldn't bear living in the Coleman

Family anymore, then she could move back here after the divorce, and we'll support her for the rest of

our lives."

To Adam, this was the reality for someone marrying into a higher-standing family. When the one with

the lower standing felt aggrieved, their family—that lacked the background and means—would not be

able to seek justice for their offspring. He thought that for his daughter to live well in the Coleman

Family, it would depend on how much Dylan cared about Kendall. "Did they make up before you came

back?" asked Adam.

"When I left, Kendall still had not entered the house, so I am as clueless as you as to what happened

with them. I'll give her a call," Charlotte answered before taking her phone out and calling Kendall. It

was only after Kendall told Charlotte that everything was fine now and that the couple had made up did

Charlotte feel relieved.

After the couple was done with dinner, Dylan asked Kendall to accompany him in his physical

rehabilitation. He had to make up for it due to skipping out in the afternoon, as he wasn't in the mood at

the time.

Initially, Kendall was happy to accompany Dylan in his physical therapy. However, when she saw the

cold sweat on Dylan's forehead as he tried his best in walking, she felt her heart ache once again.

"Dylan, please take a rest for now." She went over with some tissues in hand and wiped the sweat off

Dylan. "You've been doing this for half an hour now. You have to take a break now before going at it

again."

Yet, Dylan remained standing. After Kendall was done wiping his sweat off, he couldn't take it any

longer and fell on his bottom.

"Dylan!" Kendall cried out in surprise and immediately went to support him. However, Dylan was just

too tired at this point. Even with Kendall's support, he hadn't the strength to stand back up right now.

Looking at how Kendall was struggling to bring himself back to his feet, Dylan immediately pushed her

away before hitting his legs violently with his two hands as he cursed at how useless he was. "To fall

only after just these few steps, these legs of mine are just too useless!"

"Dylan." Kendall came to Dylan's side once more before lunging herself at him to stop him from hitting

his own leg by grabbing his hands.

"Kendall, let go! I'm done with this! These legs of mine are just useless! No matter how much I persist

in this, I still couldn't put any strength into these legs. Just let me be in the wheelchair for the rest of my

life!" Dylan pushed Kendall away once more and started hitting his legs again.

The bodyguards—who were watching over them from far away—immediately came over upon noticing

what was happening. Looking at how they acted, one could tell that they were experienced as they

prevented Dylan from hitting his legs and hurriedly carried him up before they seated him back down in

his wheelchair.

"Leave me be." Dylan pushed the bodyguards away frantically and struggled to stand up once more. In

the end, he flopped forward onto the ground, looking woefully out of place.

"Young Master Dylan."

"Master Dylan."

Kendall got back up again and went to embrace Dylan before she said gently, "Dylan, Dylan, you're

amazing! You really are! You are not useless! Your legs are not useless! I've counted the number of

steps you've taken just now. You can already walk six steps all by yourself! That is huge progress!"

When Dylan still tried to push Kendall away, she held his face and kissed him on his lips to soothe his

frustration without any regard to the bodyguards.

Those who needed to be in a wheelchair for some time would always desire to be able to stand on their

own two feet in the shortest amount of time. However, when they were faced with the cruel reality,

frustration would build up inside them, and some might even choose to give up on themselves.

Since Dylan had suffered a loss of his self-esteem, as he couldn't feel the immediate effect of his

physical rehabilitation even after he persisted in it for a few days and had even shown his wife his

wretched appearance, he rather just continued acting like a crazed man. Thus, Kendall's kisses were

ineffective in soothing him down, and he even bit her lips.

"Ouch," Kendall cried out in pain and released her embrace. Her lips started to bleed.

"Kendall." At this point, Dylan felt heartache over what he had done.

"Here, tissues." Ronnie immediately took a pack of tissues and handed them over to the two.

Dylan took out a few tissues and gently wiped the blood off Kendall's lips before apologizing, "Kendall,

I'm sorry."

Kendall shook her head. "It's not painful, Dylan. Don't blame yourself for this; it really doesn't hurt. Also,

you don't need to feel embarrassed just because you fell in front of me. I will never mock you for it. I

really think that you're amazing to be able to persist for half an hour in physical rehabilitation and to

even take six steps forward on your own. It's an improvement over the last time you did it. That's why,

don't give up on yourself, Dylan. You are amazing to me, so don't call yourself useless."

The sincerity in Kendall's eyes, her heartache, and her tenderness drowned out the frustration Dylan

was feeling. "Dylan, let's stand up now, okay?" Kendall asked tentatively.

After Dylan grunted his agreement, Kendall and Ronnie then helped him up and seated him back in his

wheelchair. Kendall then crouched down in front of him and fixed his clothes before gently patting away

the unseen dust on his clothes. "Dylan, how about we stop here for today? Let's go back inside the

house, alright?"

"I'll rest for now before continuing. Kendall, I'll keep doing the rehabilitation every day from now on. I'll

definitely get back up each time I fall." Truth be told, Dylan was not completely disabled to the point of

being unable to walk on his own. Nevertheless, he would be in pain and couldn't put any strength into

his legs whenever he walked, which was why he relied on his wheelchair to move about. However, the

doctor had warned him that if he did not go through with the physical rehabilitation and continued to be

in his wheelchair, then his two legs would really be disabled.

In the past, he truly did not care if he were to be in his wheelchair for the rest of his life. However,

things were different now since he had Kendall with him. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life in a

wheelchair and wanted to stand on his own two feet by Kendall's side. Since Dylan was originally tall

and handsome, he liked how cute and helpless Kendall looked when he stood beside Kendall—who

was by no means short herself. Furthermore, if he was able to walk on his own, then he could get to

Kendall's side faster whenever she was in trouble and help her solve her troubles.

Hearing what Dylan said, Kendall immediately gave him a thumbs up before complimenting him. "My

hubby is really top-notch! Darling, keep it up! You can do this!"

Dylan laughed before grabbing her thumb to pull her arm close and planted a kiss on the back of her

hand. Gazing deeply at her, he replied, "Kendall, I will do my best." He then caressed the lips that he

had bitten. Although her lips weren't bleeding now, they were still swollen. "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't."

"Silly, don't ever do something that dangerous again. What if I really went crazy and hurt you?"

Kendall nuzzled her cheek against his large palm. "I believe that you would never hurt me."