Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 612 All’s Well if She’s Well
"Kendall was extremely clear with you. Ms. Taylor has simply gone on holiday to clear her head and take her mind off things. It's
not as if she's never coming back, so why are you this anxious? If you're that impatient, try and find her yourself. See if the two of
you are meant to be or not. If you do run into her abroad, then it means fate wants the two of you to be together, and even
distance won't separate you."
Frank took a few gulps of tea.
"My men have been searching for her, but they haven't found her yet."
Frank had never felt as frantic and helpless as he did now.
"Dylan, I'll give you my shares in Mendelson Group, so can you please help me? Amelia is all I want now."
Dylan stared at Frank in silence.
He thought he was the man who was crazy in love and loved the most deeply.
Never would he have thought that Frank was even crazier than him. Now that Frank was in love, he loved far more deeply too.
His love burned so strongly that it made him lose all senses.
He's even willing to give me his shares in Mendelson Group just for Amelia's sake.
Dylan stood up. "It's very late. I need my rest. Go home once you're done with your tea. If you ever disrupt my sleep again, when
Ms. Taylor comes back, I'll denigrate you in front of her and tell her to reject you."
"Trust me! I'll honor my word!"
When one was up against one's enemy, it was always crucial to hit them where it hurt. Thus, Dylan didn't hesitate at all to hit

Frank where it hurt the most.
"I prefer defeating my opponent with my own capabilities!"
Dylan marched off, though he first instructed Amos, "Once President Mendelson is done with his tea, show him to the door."
"Yes, Young Master Dylan."
Frank had known that Dylan wouldn't be taking the shares he offered. After many years of rivalry, they understood each other
fairly well.
They admired each other, but alas, a great man could not brook a rival.
Dylan went back upstairs.
He didn't care how long Frank stuck around.
Once he got back to his room, he pulled Kendall back into his arms and went back to sleep.
Hahaha. My life's so much better than Frank's!
The night resumed its silence.
When Dylan woke up the next day, Kendall was still sound asleep, so he got up and kissed her cheek before slipping out of bed
to avoid stirring her.
A few minutes later, he took a seat on the couch downstairs.
He was dressed in a tracksuit as he planned on heading out for a morning run. When he asked Amos, he found out that it had
been past 5.00AM when Frank finally left. Ronnie also had a sleepless night.
Thus, Dylan asked Amos to summon Ronnie.

Ronnie was fairly energetic but his dark eye circles betrayed his lack of sleep.
"Young Master Dylan," Ronnie came over and greeted respectfully.
Dylan gestured for Ronnie to take a seat.
Ronnie hesitated briefly before sitting down.
"You didn't sleep well last night?"
Dylan got straight to the point.
"It's only because President Mendelson only left when it was already past 5.00AM," Ronnie quickly explained.
Dylan stared at Ronnie.
Ronnie didn't dare to meet Dylan's gaze. Young Master Dylan is sharp. I'm sure he can see right through me.
"Ronnie, you liked Amelia Taylor, right?"
"I did, and I still like her now, but that's not the same as love," Ronnie replied truthfully. "Although Ms. Taylor's interests are
unusual, she's an outspoken and sincere young woman. Anyone who spends time with her will feel relaxed and at ease. She
brings joy to others, and she's a lot like Young Mistress Kendall."
That was why the two women were good friends.
When Young Mistress Kendall was hitting on Young Master Dylan, she behaved similarly to Ms. Taylor. Well, technically, it was
Ms. Taylor who mimicked Young Mistress Kendall.
"Nevertheless, the Muller Family doesn't suit Ms. Taylor. My family is difficult, complicated, and messy. Ms. Taylor has an
innocent, happy-go-lucky personality. If she married me, her innocence and joy would have been destroyed by my family. I

couldn't bear to let her turn into someone we wouldn't be able to recognize."
Ronnie hated the drama that plagued his family.
As one of the Muller Family's sons, he knew full well what they were like.
Amelia wouldn't be able to thrive if she married into the Muller Family.
Thus, even though Ronnie liked Amelia, he coldly rejected her confession as he didn't want her to know that he had feelings for
her too.
He didn't want her to lead an exhausting life.
He didn't want her to grow bitter or become a scheming person who had to hurt others in order to survive.
Although Frank was detestable and Dylan's enemy, Ronnie had to admit that the Mendelson Family was a lot more suitable for
Amelia.
As the head of the family, Frank's word was law. He didn't have any domineering family elders and no one was able to interfere
with his marriage. No matter whom he married, the Mendelson Family would accept his future wife without question.
Furthermore, the Mendelson Family wasn't bogged down by drama. If Amelia married Frank, she would be able to maintain her
innocence and carry on pursuing her interests. She could live a blissful, carefree life of her choosing.
Thus, Dylan askad Amos to summon Ronnia.
Ronnia was fairly anargatic but his dark aya circlas batrayad his lack of slaap.
"Young Mastar Dylan," Ronnia cama ovar and graatad raspactfully.
Dylan gasturad for Ronnia to taka a saat.

Ronnia hasitatad briafly bafora sitting down.
"You didn't slaap wall last night?"
Dylan got straight to tha point.
"It's only bacausa Prasidant Mandalson only laft whan it was alraady past 5.00AM," Ronnia quickly axplainad.
Dylan starad at Ronnia.
Ronnia didn't dara to maat Dylan's gaza. Young Mastar Dylan is sharp. I'm sura ha can saa right through ma.
"Ronnia, you likad Amalia Taylor, right?"
"I did, and I still lika har now, but that's not tha sama as lova," Ronnia rapliad truthfully. "Although Ms. Taylor's intarasts ara
unusual, sha's an outspokan and sincara young woman. Anyona who spands tima with har will faal ralaxad and at aasa. Sha
brings joy to othars, and sha's a lot lika Young Mistrass Kandall."
That was why tha two woman wara good friands.
Whan Young Mistrass Kandall was hitting on Young Mastar Dylan, sha bahavad similarly to Ms. Taylor. Wall, tachnically, it was
Ms. Taylor who mimickad Young Mistrass Kandall.
"Navarthalass, tha Mullar Family doasn't suit Ms. Taylor. My family is difficult, complicatad, and massy. Ms. Taylor has an
innocant, happy-go-lucky parsonality. If sha marriad ma, har innocanca and joy would hava baan dastroyad by my family. I
couldn't baar to lat har turn into somaona wa wouldn't ba abla to racogniza."
Ronnia hatad tha drama that plaguad his family.
As ona of tha Mullar Family's sons, ha knaw full wall what thay wara lika.
Amalia wouldn't ba abla to thriva if sha marriad into tha Mullar Family.

Thus, avan though Ronnia likad Amalia, ha coldly rajactad har confassion as ha didn't want har to know that ha had faalings for
har too.
Ha didn't want har to laad an axhausting lifa.
Ha didn't want har to grow bittar or bacoma a schaming parson who had to hurt othars in ordar to surviva.
Although Frank was datastabla and Dylan's anamy, Ronnia had to admit that tha Mandalson Family was a lot mora suitabla for
Amalia.
As tha haad of tha family, Frank's word was law. Ha didn't hava any dominaaring family aldars and no ona was abla to intarfara
with his marriaga. No mattar whom ha marriad, tha Mandalson Family would accapt his futura wifa without quastion.
Furtharmora, tha Mandalson Family wasn't boggad down by drama. If Amalia marriad Frank, sha would ba abla to maintain har
innocanca and carry on pursuing har intarasts. Sha could liva a blissful, carafraa lifa of har choosing.
All was well if she was well.
Those words aptly represented Ronnie's feelings for Amelia.
As long as all was well with Amelia, Ronnie would feel as if his world was brighter too.
"You won't regret this?" Dylan asked.
Ronnie smiled.
After working with Dylan for many years now, he was influenced by the latter and had become a reserved and indifferent man
who rarely smiled.
However, he was smiling now.

A genuine smile.
"I never do anything I'd regret, Young Master Dylan," Ronnie declared.
Dylan eyed Ronnie silently for a moment before saying, "Since you don't regret your decision, don't be affected by this any
longer. It's true that Amelia isn't the right one for you. I'm sure you'll meet a wonderful woman who's right for you one day."
"No. Wonderful women wouldn't be right for me. Only a woman who can be vicious and cunning while still maintaining some
sense of human decency would suit me."
If a kindhearted woman married him, the Muller Family would rip her to pieces.
"Young Master Dylan, I can say this now because I'm able to accept things for what they are. I won't be affected by them again.
Thank you for being concerned about me."
Since Ronnie was able to reject Amelia from the start, he was also able to accept Amelia's relationship with Frank.
That being said, it still felt good to see Frank being that jealous of him.
Dylan rose and said plainly, "Come with me then. Let's run for a bit."
Ronnie immediately cast a worried glance at Dylan's legs.
"What are you looking at? I can walk now, so what's the problem if I went running? Are you doubting me?"
Ronnie hastily replied, "You've recovered a lot, Young Master Dylan, but as for running... I think you should wait a little longer.
What if you end up injuring yourself? Young Mistress Kendall would be heartbroken and she'd give us a good beating too. She's
pregnant now so it's best if she doesn't get upset. She shouldn't be physically exerting herself too much either."
Dylan couldn't protest.
He knew how to hit Frank where it hurt the most last night, and in a similar fashion, Ronnie knew the right buttons to push when

it came to him.
"Why don't I accompany you on a walk, Young Master Dylan? We can have a leisurely stroll."
Dylan pursed his lips and walked off. "Follow me to the animal compound."
Ronnie wasn't surprised. He knew that Dylan had already overcome his fear of furry animals for Kendall's sake.