Chapter 383

"Someone probably said something to your mother," said Dylan with a profound gaze.

Who else it could be but Kelly?

"Your change is too sudden and drastic, so it's within reason to suspect you're an impersonator."

Kendall parted her lips but didn't know what to say for a moment.

Indeed, her change had been so drastic that it still easily raised suspicions, even if she brushed it off
with a strange dream.

Then again, to think her own mother could be incited so easily.

"Dylan."

"You're not using your terms of endearment again. Bad girl." With that, Dylan secured the back of her
head and attacked her lips, rendering her woozy for a solid moment before coming to herself. "I still
remember my question," she said while throwing a playful punch at him, leading him to chuckle with a
loving gaze. "Hit me with it."

"Have you ever suspected that I'm a fake, love?"

"No."

"Why not?"



"I can see through everything. I can very easily strip you bare if you're a fake." At that, he added, "Fake
or no fake, you're the one I want to be with."

Kendall smiled, happy to have his trust. "Are you not afraid that I'm a fake with a big conspiracy that will
leave you in a bleak state forever?"

"Back then, the people around me would remind me to be wary of you, saying your change was too
sudden and drastic. You had to be using me for a conspiracy."

Kendall knew just as much.

"But you know what I would say. Do you want me to say these sweet nothings to you again?"

"Come on, those aren't sweet nothings. If you say 'Kendall, I love you to the moon and back' or 'there's
not a day that I don't miss you', those are sweet nothings."

Dylan turned his head to her, riveting his gaze at her for a solid moment before suddenly pressing the
back of her head to attack her lips again. It wasn't until she was nearly suffocating that he finally
released her. "I prefer to do than to say," he croaked, rendering Kendall at a loss for words for a
moment.

A man of action, she thought.

"Do you want to do something about the DNA test?" Dylan asked concerningly.

Charlotte's decision to do so would still hurt Kendall a little. Her own mother was doubting her
legitimacy, after all.



"Kelly's now acting like a madwoman after suffering a serious setback. If she's the one who instigated
my mom to doubt my legitimacy, she'll definitely do something to change the results. Just tell them to
keep an eye on it and don't let her do anything to it."

Even if Kelly managed to change the results in the end, she could still do another DNA test with her
mother. Then again, it was better to avoid the avoidable. Doing it again would only affect her
relationship with her mother, after all.

"I promise you I won't let anyone change it."

"What will I ever do without you, Dylan!"

Dylan pulled her closer into his arms. And I, you!

"The weather's looking good today. Take me outside for a stroll, Taylor." It had been a few days since
Frank, whose knee was still hurting, walked out of the mansion, only ever nestling inside Mendelson
Residence. Whenever the man wasn't painting, he would only ever intoxicate himself with alcohol, and
he would often choose not to eat. As anxious as Desmond was, there was nothing he could do, and
whenever Frank got annoyed by his cajolery, the stubborn man would retort with, 'I'll eat as soon as
Kendall comes', making Desmond shut up at once.

There was no way could he ask Kendall to come over, could he? Frank had already gotten deranged
because of Kendall. If they really asked her to come over, his condition would surely worsen. There
was no way Desmond would oblige to that!

Then again, that was if they could even ask Kendall to come.



Hell, Dylan's men would chuck them out at once.

Alas, the one who had to suffer the wrath of Frank's capriciousness was Amelia, who was asked to
come over to take care of him daily.

Privately, Desmond would constantly apologize to Amelia and also covertly give her handsome
compensation, considering it as payment for being Frank's caretaker.

Amelia didn't stand on ceremony with Desmond either, accepting both the apology and money.

She couldn't forgive herself for not doing so when Frank had bullied her for days.

Back to the present, Amelia had just finished applying the ointment on Frank when he spoke up,
leading her to look out the window in response. "What are you talking about? It's sunny as hell right
now. Why go out when it's much cooler inside?!"

Though it was almost evening, the sun was still shining brightly, and the heat was still unforgiving.

Heavens, July was the hottest month of the year in Orapolis.

"Who are you to talk back? Just do as I say, or I'll cut your tongue off."

Exasperated, Amelia threatened, "Threaten me again, President Mendelson, and I'll put laxatives in
your food!"

"I dare you to try. Let's see who ends up living in the bathroom." Frank scowled, then returned to his



wheelchair, pushing it while saying, "You've given me an idea, Taylor."

An idea? Amelia mused.

"Desmond," Frank called out to his butler, who came in in two shakes and awaited Frank's order
deferentially. "Sir."

"Buy some laxatives for Ms. Taylor. If she resists, shove them down her throat. See that she goes to
the toilet until she collapses."

Sadist! Devil reincarnate! Amelia cussed.

At that, Desmond took a gander at Amelia before shifting it back to Frank and asked, "What wrong has
Ms. Taylor done, sir? Wouldn't it be better to force her to stand under the sun and only allow her to
leave after it goes down? Ms. Taylor's a fair young lady. She won't be able to marry herself off anymore
if she gets permanent skin damage. This sort of revenge is the sweetest."

Amelia was rendered speechless. To think you're actually a can of surströmming just when I thought
you're a nice guy, Desmond! Then again, there probably isn't a kind soul in this household.

"Skin damage when there's only an hour until sundown?" Frank shot Desmond a sidelong glance. Did
the man think he was dumb enough not to notice he was helping Amelia?

Desmond shied away from embarrassment.

Suddenly, Amelia strode over.



Desmond thought Amelia wanted to fight Frank straight on again when he saw her grim face. He
hurriedly shot her hinting gazes, hoping she wouldn't do what he thought she would. So be it that his
master was capricious, but his measures were ruthless as well. Ms. Taylor would be the only one
suffering if she butted heads with Frank.

However, Amelia just went behind Frank and pushed him outside.

Frank, on the other hand, didn't even glance at her but only leaned back against the wheelchair,
enjoying being cared for by a beauty. Hmph, you think you can win against me? Dream on!

He was already very merciful for not mutilating her since she was Kendall's best friend. Given his
patience and tolerance for others, he could just shove the laxatives down her throat if she truly pissed
him off.

"Sir, should I still go and buy the laxatives?" Desmond asked somewhat dazedly, causing Amelia to
glare at the man, who blinked and smacked his lips lightly at once.

"Yes," Frank replied icily.

Amelia wanted to push the man toward a wall, but in the end, she held her frustration back and pushed
him out of the grand main house. She deliberately chose a shelterless cement path, wishing the late
afternoon sun would fry this devil reincarnate to a crisp.

Best that he turns into charcoal so that kids will be scared of him and he can never find himself a wife!



"President Mendelson, Kendall is a married woman. She's living a very happy life with Master Dylan."
Amelia suppressed her anger toward Frank, trying to make her voice sound pleasant.

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