Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 317

Frank reached up to touch where Kendall had slapped him and said lowly, "Kendall, no one has ever dared to beat me up since I was born, let alone slap me. You are the first and only one who is brave enough to do that. If it was someone else who dared to lay a finger on me, I could easily have their hands dismembered from their wrists. But—I will endure the humiliation, considering it is you who slapped me." In that dream I had, I was indeed the one who had wronged Kendall. I took advantage of her drunken state and s*xually assaulted her without her consent.

When Kendall heard that, his words didn't appease her; if anything, she was infuriated. Thus, she sneered and said with a deep hatred, "That slap I gave you was on behalf of our baby!" I didn't know who the biological father of my baby was in my previous life, and thanks to Frank, I found out that he was the baby's biological father after being resurrected from death. Initially, I thought that someone had set Frank up, which resulted in him having s*x with me. Therefore, I did not resent him at that time after seeing him treat me as indifferently as he would a stranger. Thus, it was only natural to assume that he did not have the slightest awareness about the baby, considering how we rarely met.

"Kendall, does she really exist? Where is she?" Kendall's words triggered Frank's emotions so much that he abruptly grabbed her shoulder emotionally and asked anxiously, "Baby! Where is our baby?! Where did you hide our baby?!"

Nevertheless, instead of answering him, Kendall forcefully pushed him away and refused to allow him to lay his hands on her for a second longer.

"Baby? Are you asking me where the baby is? She died. She was only seven months old and was very cute, but—" Kendall stopped as the thoughts about her baby daughter's death made her heart ache soContent is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

much. Tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

She didn't wish him to see her tears, so she swiftly turned around. Then, she continued airily as though she was talking about someone else, "Frank, you always ask me about our baby, but there is something that I want to ask you. Tell me: did you have s*x with me because someone had set you up? Or did you still proceed to take away my virginity even after you knew it was me, allowed me to marry Jackson, and just watched as I gave birth to your daughter? For goodness sake, you did not even react in the slightest on very few occasions where we met. All this time, I always thought that Jackson was the baby's biological father, but he told me that he had never had s*x with me and that my baby was an illegitimate bastard. Not only that, but he also picked up the baby and tossed her to the ground, saying that he didn't know how to hold the baby properly and lost his grip because of the baby's cries, resulting in her falling to the floor. But I knew what I saw! I saw him tossing the baby—"

Every time Kendall dreamed of the heartbreaking footage of her baby's death, she felt her heart pang in agony like someone had stabbed it with a sharp knife, which resulted in her face being bathed in tears.

She hated Jackson and Kelly to her core. She despised them for killing her baby. Likewise, she resented herself for being useless. She loathed the fact that she was unable to protect her own baby back then. Later, after knowing Frank was her baby daughter's biological father, she abhorred him too. She hated him for not wanting to recognize the baby and doing nothing to help their baby.

"The baby—" Kendall wiped away her tears as she paused to take a deep breath. Then, she turned around and added bitterly, "At that time, I urgently took her to the hospital, but Jackson would not let me drive any of the cars in the Whittle Residence to the hospital. Moreover, the car that I took with me when I was married into the Whittle Family ran out of gas, so I had no choice but to carry the baby and rushed out of the Whittle Residence. I ran desperately to the hospital. Tell me: where were you at that

time? As I ran, I tried hailing a cab, but it was pointless. Not a single vehicle was willing to pull over and give us a ride. At that moment, the baby was already not looking very well, and she did not even have the energy to cry anymore. Where were you when we were in such a hopeless situation? Then, I stumbled upon Dylan. He let us into his car and even asked his driver to run the red light all the way to the hospital. But—when we got to the hospital, the doctor told me I was too late and that the baby died as she was severely injured."

She raised her tear-streaked face and interrogated, "So, tell me, Frank: did someone set you up? Or was it a mistake that you made when you were sober?"

Frank was dumbfounded when he heard Kendall's words.

When he saw her burst into tears, he instinctively wanted to wipe her tears. Alas, she grabbed his hand just when his hand was about to touch her cheek. Then, she bit the back of Frank's hand hard, and once again, she bit it to the point that it bled. Perhaps she was disgusted by the smell of his blood, so she immediately released his hand.

Kendall even spat out a few mouthfuls of bloody saliva.

"Kendall—"

Frank did not know what to say. He knew that no one had set him up, and he was very much sober when he had s*x with Kendall in his dream. Nonetheless, he was also pretty confused since the fragments of his vision were intermittent and incoherent. He only knew that he saw Kendall was already pregnant when the images in his dream gradually reached that scene. In fact, he was not even aware that Kendall married Jackson in his dream. He also did not know that Kendall had given birth to a

daughter and that Jackson had tossed the baby to death.

"I—uh—I—"

When Kendall saw Frank could not utter a complete sentence, her eyes instantly turned frigid. Hence, she grabbed his tie violently, pulled him closer, and asked angrily, "Frank, you were sober when you assaulted me, weren't you?"

Frank couldn't voice a single word of protest. Kendall is right. I could not resist the temptation and took advantage of her in her drunken state when I was sober.

"You b*stard!" Kendall instantly felt wrath overwhelming her. I cannot believe that the culprit who caused me and my baby to face a tragic fate in my past life was actually Frank, the baby's biological father!

In a fit of anger, she raised her fist and continuously punched and kicked Frank.

Since Kendall was a skilled fighter, there was no doubt that she had immense strength within her body. Coupled with her current enraged state, she utterly beat the crap out of Frank to the point that the latter groaned in pain from time to time. Yet, Frank neither stopped her nor fought back. Instead, he simply let her vent her anger by punching him.

In the past, Kendall constantly criticized Frank saying that there was something wrong with his mind, and kept insisting that they had no connections because she didn't want to bring up the sad incident. The baby that he constantly thought of has died! So what if he is the baby's biological father? Where was he when our baby was in a life-threatening condition?! Does he even understand how desperate I was when I ran to the hospital with the baby in my arms and failed to hail a ride?! Where was he when

all that happened?!

Meanwhile, bodyguards from both Frank and Kendall's sides were dumbfounded when they witnessed the scene playing before their eyes.

They were contemplating whether they should go forth and help out or not. Eventually, they chose not to move a single muscle.

In the eyes of the Mendelson Family's bodyguards, they knew that Frank was willing to let Kendall beat him up when they saw he didn't fight back. We are afraid we will only anger Mr. Mendelson if we go forth and help him.

By the time Kendall felt tired and stopped beating him, describing Frank as disheveled would be an understatement of the century. The corners of his mouth and his nose were bleeding. His face was bruised and swollen, and his shirt was stained with blood dripping down his nose.

The moment he noticed that Kendall had stopped, he disregarded the pain on his body and hugged her. Finally, in a low and hoarse voice, he asked with concern, "Kendall, are you alright?"

"Let me go! You b*stard!

"Kendall, I'm sorry. I-I—where is the baby's grave? I want to go visit her." Frank's heart was torn with grief. He was finally able to get Kendall to admit the existence of the baby to him. Unfortunately, he did not expect that he and the baby were now boundlessly apart from life and death.

"There is no baby in this lifetime!" Kendall harshly pushed Frank off her. Then, she continued in an icy cold voice. "Give up! There is no baby in this lifetime, and I—will never ever have babies with you!"

Frank called out Kendall's name in a perplexed demeanor. I am confused. Clearly, Kendall was so mournful and furious like the incident really did take place when she talked about it to me. Yet, why does she say that there is no baby in this lifetime?

Just as he was deep in his thoughts, her voice rang in his ears. "Frank, the images in our dreams will never happen again in this lifetime. In this lifetime, I am Dylan's wife. He will be the only man in my life, and I will only bear his children. So if you ever believed the words I told you, you should never show up in front of me ever again for the sake of making up for your mistake and atoning for your sin!"

The past life? Dream? This lifetime?

Instantly, Frank asked in a gentle voice, "Did you have weird dreams too?" In fact, her dream is more detailed than mine. This is such a strange phenomenon. Why is my dream connected with hers?

"Shouldn't it be the other way around? I should show up more in front of you if I ever wanted to make up for my mistake and atone for my sin. Please, let me treat you well. Kendall, divorce Dylan at once and marry me. Let me use the rest of my life to atone for my sins."