Kendall's Sacrifice novel Chapter 391

Chapter 391

Nelson was very angry with his sister, though. "Mom, she looks like she needs a spanking. Don't you see that?" he said. "Mom, let me send you home. Why fawn all over her? She doesn't need us to care about her, nor does she treat us as her family. She has a servant to take good care of her while she's still thinking about Jackson, that f*cking *sshole."

Sally let out a sigh. "She's a living and breathing person born from my flesh, after all. I already feel sorry for her that I didn't do my duty to bring her up. Now that something has happened to her, I'll feel guilty for the rest of my life if I abandon her instead of taking care of her." Kelly's attitude hurt her more than it did Nelson; it was like a knife stabbing through her heart. "Nell, go out for a walk and cool down while I go inside to comfort her," she said before turning around and going back into the ward.

In reality, Kelly knew how much it hurt for her to say something like that, but she simply couldn't restrain herself. She couldn't help getting angry when she saw how her birth parents and brothers were unable to help her. She felt that God was too unfair to her. Why did Kendall and I have to be swapped at birth? Not only that, but the truth of it was revealed. Kendall ends up rising to the top, filling countless people with envy.

Seeing Sally come back, she pursed her lips in silence for a long time. When the former handed her the breakfast she had bought for her, she took it and thanked her politely, adding, "I didn't mean to say that. My mind was confused just now."

"It's okay. Your brother has a fiery temper, but his anger subsides as quickly as it arises."

Just then, Lyla said, "Miss Kelly, sir and madam are on their way here. They've brought you breakfast and tonic soup."

The breakfast Kelly was holding in her hands became a hot potato for her. On the one hand, she might not have the appetite for it, but on the other hand, she'd hurt Sally if she didn't eat it. She was still hoping to persuade Sally to ask Kendall for help.

Sally considerately said to Kelly with a smile, "Eat a little first—it'll take the edge off your hunger and make your stomach feel better. You can eat the breakfast brought by your parents when they arrive."

"What did you buy for breakfast?" Kelly asked.

"Savory oatmeal."

"Oh." Kelly opened the food container. Then, seeing the sliced green onions in the oatmeal, she immediately put the oatmeal on the bedside table, saying, "I don't eat green onions."

Sally was startled for a moment. Then, she replied, "Let me help you pick out the green onions." As she spoke, she picked up the oatmeal and carefully picked out those sliced green onions.

"You eat it. I don't like anything that tastes like green onion," Kelly replied, finding a justifiable excuse for herself to reject the breakfast bought by her own mother.

Sally was disappointed inwardly, but her face gave nothing away.

Ring… Just then, Sally's cell phone rang; she took it out and looked at the caller ID. Then, she said under Kelly's stare, "It's Kendall." Mrs. Parker must've told Kendall that I'm here.

Just as she wanted to answer the phone, Kelly put her hand on hers. "Ms. Morrison, leave us for a moment."

After Lyla left the room, Kelly demanded in a low voice, "Tell Kendall to ask Master Dylan to step in and help me settle this. There's no need to erase anyone's memories. It's fine as long as the stalking paparazzi disappear and nobody dares to gossip about me. Master Dylan indulges Kendall in everything, so he'll surely help me as long as she asks him to. You're my birth mother. If you refuse to help me when I need it the most, I'll never acknowledge you as my mother, because you'd rather watch your own daughter die than lend me a helping hand."

"Kelly…" Sally was distressed as she found herself caught in a dilemma. She wanted to help her own daughter, whose reputation was now in crisis and whom she felt sorry for. On the other hand, she had brought Kendall up as her own daughter and loved her dearly for more than 20 years. Inwardly, she knew full well that Kelly and Kendall would fight to the bitter end over the right to inherit the Parker Corporation sooner or later. Therefore, she found it really hard to ask Kendall for help.

Just as she was hesitating, Kendall ended the phone call on her own, seeing that her mother hadn't answered the phone for a long time.

Sally breathed a sigh of relief.

Glaring daggers at Sally, Kelly lay down on her sickbed again. Then, she turned over with her back to Sally.

"Kelly."

"Get out. I want to rest."

"Kelly—"

"Get out!"

Sally stood up and hurriedly replied, "Okay, okay, I'm leaving. Calm down and don't be angry, okay? Take care of yourself lest you feel unwell again."

However, Kelly replied frostily, "I don't need you to be such a hypocrite. Go care about that daughter of yours instead. I don't need you to care whether I'm dead or alive. Don't come in anymore; just go back to where you came from."

Sally's eyes reddened. Even if she hadn't raised Kelly for a day, the latter was the daughter she carried to term and gave birth to. And yet, her own daughter was treating her like this. Despite the heart-rending pain, she stepped out of the ward in silence.

As soon as she stepped out of the ward, Kendall called again.

Sally walked to the end of the corridor until she was away from others. Only then did she answer the phone with her back to other people.

"Hey, Mom." Kendall spoke to Sally over the phone while cleaning the thermos food jar, preparing to fill it with tonic soup and bring it to the hospital to provide Sally with nourishment. Sally had just recovered, so the task of looking after Kelly would be too much for her. Moreover, Kendall dared not expect Kelly to be considerate toward Sally. "Mom, have you eaten breakfast? I just made some tonic soup, so I'll bring some for you later. You have to finish it."

At first, Sally wanted to decline the offer, but she ultimately bit back those words after recalling Kelly's request. Since I can't bring myself to ask Kendall for help, I'll let Kelly do that instead. That way, I don't have to find myself torn between them as their mother.

She wouldn't blame Kendall no matter whether the latter would help Kelly or not. She didn't approve of Kelly's actions and thought that Kelly had only herself to blame. It was just that she couldn't bring herself to say that to her own daughter.

The mother and daughter chatted for a while before Kendall ended the phone call.

She divided the tonic soup into four servings. One serving was for Sally, two other servings were for Tilly and Emily respectively, whereas the last serving was for Mary, who was staying at the Coleman Residence as a guest. She had told Dylan that she'd work hard for his family to accept her, so she had to put her words into action. After all, humans were born with feelings and compassion. As long as she showed her sincerity, she believed that Dylan's family would sincerely accept her one day.

She put the three bowls of tonic soup on the serving tray. Then, she walked out of the kitchen while holding the tray with both hands.

When Amos saw her come out, he asked with a smile, "Young Mistress Kendall, do you want me to go there with you?" Dylan was away, so he worried that Emily would give Kendall a hard time if the latter went to the main house alone.

"No, it's not necessary," Kendall replied with a smile. "It's not like I'm going to some dangerous spot. Oh, just keep this a secret for me. Don't let Master Dylan know that I've made tonic soup without leaving some for him."

Amos smiled. "Alright." Dylan was an overbearing and overly jealous lover. Even if it was just a glass of drinking water, he'd have Kendall pour it for him first. Whenever Kendall made tonic soup in the past, he'd want to be the first to have it instead of falling behind others.

Kendall replied, "I'm going there now. Help me get the car ready. Alice and I are going out in a minute." She couldn't disappoint her husband, who had given her a black card and ordered her to 'raid' the Wealthy Luck Street. And besides, she also wanted to dress beautifully in front of Dylan on weekends in the future. After all, women would always doll themselves up for the men they loved.