Kendall's Sacrifice novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395

Kendall sent another voice message asking her mother to accept the money, but Sally kept refusing.

Since she understood her adoptive mother very well, Kendall said, "Mom, if you're not going to accept this, then I'll go to the bank and give it to you in cash."

Sally was silent before she replied, "Kendall, I'm really not short on money. Alright, I'll accept the money and save it up for your dowry when you have your wedding with Dylan."

Since the Parker Family would not mistreat Kendall who was their own flesh and blood, they would give her a dowry that was of a ludicrous amount. However, what the Woods Family would give her were their affectionate feelings.

"Mom, if you can't spend it all, then you should save them up for those two brothers of mine so that they'll be able to find a wife. They're not getting any younger now."

Kendall was quite worried about her brothers' love life. She had her eye on Emma who was in love with Toddy. Although Emma had said that she would give up her feelings for Toddy, Kendall couldn't do anything until Emma had truly moved on from her feelings. Only then could Kendall try to introduce Nelson to Emma. From there, it would be up to the two whether they would end up together.

Sally didn't reply to Kendall's message. After the family found out that Kendall was not the biological child of the family, the two brothers' relationship with her gradually changed. Even now, the siblings' relationship was still muddled. Nelson would not be marrying anyone in the foreseeable future. As for Roger, with how wholeheartedly devoted he was to his orchard and vegetable farms, there was no place in his mind to be thinking about marriage. When Sally tried to hurry him into finding a wife, he replied, "Even Nelson is still single, so what's the rush?" With how the two sons were, the Woods couple never stopped worrying about their sons' marriage.

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Slowly opening her eyes, Emma was greeted with the sight of an unfamiliar ceiling which frightened her to abruptly sit up on the bed. As the thin blanket slipped from her body, she realized that the loose and baggy clothes she was wearing didn't belong to her; they belonged to a man.

Where am I? She remembered having a drink with Kendall last night and had gotten so drunk she blacked out in the end. Logically speaking, even if she passed out drunk in her boss' house, with the boss' wife around, nothing bad should have happened to her. Then, what's going on? Who helped change my clothes?

As she endured her hangover and got out of bed in a hurry, she found a pair of slippers that belonged to a male in front of the bed. Since she didn't know where her high heels were, she could only put on the slippers in front of her before slipping out of the room. After opening the door, she first probed her head out to survey the surroundings. Well, it might not be unfamiliar to her as she faintly recalled the furnishing of the hall. It was then she realized that she was in Toddy's house.

Not only was she a former student of Toddy's, she had also been pursuing him for many years, so it was natural for her to have visited his house several times now. Although she was quite familiar with his house, she hadn't entered the rooms before, which was why she was shocked by the unfamiliar surroundings she was in when she woke up.

After finding out that it was Toddy's house, Emma heaved a sigh of relief. Besides the hangover she was experiencing, there was no other discomfort in her body, as Toddy was ever the gentleman toward her.

Then, she came out of the room to look for Toddy before walking over to the kitchen upon hearing a noise coming from there. She found him cutting vegetables in what seemed to be a preparation for lunch. Without bothering him, she leaned against the door with her arms crossed and silently watched him cutting up the vegetables. Looking at the man wearing an apron, she had a new impression of the man. I didn't think he could cook. Ouch! Even though she was admiring the handsome man in front of her, she couldn't help but rub her temples due to the pain.

"Awake?"

Suddenly turning his head toward the door to find Emma by the door, Toddy asked indifferently.

"Yeah."

"Headache?"

"Yeah, it hurts so much."

"Good, you deserve it."

Speechless with such a comment from Toddy, Emma gave up any hope of trying to have the man speak lovingly toward her.

"Did you prepare hangover soup for me?"

"Aren't you awake now? Since you're awake, why would you drink hangover soup? With how you were as drunk as a skunk last night when I picked you up, the hangover soup wouldn't have any effect on you."

After a brief silence, Emma asked, "You picked me up?"

With his attention back to the chopping board, Toddy answered, "Amos called me several times and told me that President Coleman ordered me to pick you up since we've lived together for some time. Seeing that we're colleagues, I went and picked you up."

She grunted and thought, So, it was under President Coleman's order, and here I thought… Forget it, why would I be hopeful now when he didn't accept my feelings after all those years I've spent pursuing him? Then, she asked, "What happened to my clothes?"

At that, Toddy tilted his head slightly and glared at Emma before he directed his eyes back on the board and said snappishly, "With how you vomited all over me last night, your clothes were no better either, so I helped to change your clothes. Since I don't have any women's clothes here, I gave you my clothes instead." When it seemed as though he was done talking, he hurriedly added, "I was blindfolded when I changed your clothes, so I didn't see anything. Don't you dare start with me."

Emma laughed. "Don't worry, I won't hold you responsible for this. Although I really love you, I know that forcing things would only make things worse."

If she had wanted to forcefully be with Toddy, she would have done so a long time ago and not waited until this moment.

With his eyes that seemed to veil his thoughts, Toddy turned his head at her again and said, "There's a set of new clothes that's been dry cleaned on the couch. It's for you, so go take a warm bath. Even if I did change you out of your dirty clothes, your body still stank with vomit."

As Emma confirmed there was indeed a bag on the couch, she assumed that Toddy had gone out of his way to buy these clothes for her. Walking over to the couch, she took the bag and found that the clothes were branded. The generous man had spent tens of thousands just to get her a change of clothes. Without giving much thought, she took the clothes and went back into the room she was in while Toddy continued to be busy in the kitchen.

When she came back out, he was already done preparing the meal, which consisted of smothered pork chops, baked fish filet, salad, and fish chowder.

After seeing Emma's long loose hair was still wet, Toddy frowned and said, "Why can't you blow dry your hair first before coming back out?"

"I've already looked around the room, but there wasn't any blow dryer."

Toddy elaborated after an awkward silence. "I forgot I don't have a blow dryer here."

[Since he was a male with short hair, he never needed to use a blow dryer as he only needed a towel to quickly dry his hair.

After he set the small pot of fish chowder on the dining table, he left and soon came back with a towel in hand. Throwing the clean towel to Emma, he said distastefully, "Get some distance from the dining table and dry your hair with that towel. Otherwise, your hair will be dripping all over the food when you're eating." He wanted to prevent Emma's hair from touching all over the food.

Once Emma left to do as she was told, Toddy served two plates of fish chowder and left the one with more fish meat in it for Emma.

After a while, Emma finally sat at the table. "Mr. Heller, your homemade dishes look good."

He looked askance at her. "Eat."

Smiling, Emma first took a sip of the fish chowder. Although the taste didn't taste as good as the ones she made, it was something Toddy made himself. That was why, regardless of its taste, she had to mind the man's feelings. Noticing the smothered pork chop looked delicious, she took a piece and ate it. It was pretty good, better than the ones she made even.

"Only the fish chowder and salad are homemade. The other two were from a restaurant."

In her silence, she thought, No wonder the fish chowder was bad, but the pork chop was good!