Love Knows No Bounds novel (Kendall and Dylan) novel Chapter 334

"How can you still be speaking up for Miss Kendall, sir? When has anyone ever dared treat you like this?"

"You'll never get it, Desmond." Frank limped to the bathroom with Desmond's help. He was clearly in so much pain that he could barely walk, but to think the man could still smile affectionately while mumbling, "Beating is a sign of affection, cursing is a sign of love. I must mean a lot to Kendall since she's willing to belabor me."

Desmond was rendered at a loss for words. Great, not only is he intoxicated with the drug known as Kendall, it's even to the point of no return!

He couldn't help worrying that Frank would remain a bachelor his whole life if he continued to be so hell-bent on Kendall.

Knowing Frank, the man would only love one woman for the rest of his life once he believed he had found 'the one' and would rather live as a bachelor his whole life than settle for second-best.

If Kendall was still a maiden, he'd help Frank seize her and force her to marry his master regardless if the woman had feelings for him or not.

The problem was that she was already Dylan's wife, and now a publicly known fact at that.

It was no secret to those in Orapolis that Frank and Dylan were bitter enemies—they would fight over anything and everything. However, seizing another man's wife would be crossing the line, and Frank would be reviled.

The bathroom door had been closed, and Desmond stood waiting outside.

Sure enough, Frank felt better after a bath and was more conscious now.

Then again, he was still a little stumped when he saw his gruesome bruises through the large mirror in the bathroom.

In actuality, Dylan was the ruthless one.

You'd think a crippled man can't do much damage. No, the man can stand on his own again, and he can even walk.

"Why hadn't that accident killed you, you b*stard?!" Frank cursed. "With you out of the picture, I'd be the king of Orapolis, and Kendall would be mine too! If I was the one behind that accident, I'd make sure you'd be dead for good!"

Dylan's car crash was a pure accident and had nothing to do with Frank.

Sure, he was at odds with Dylan, but he would never do anything illegal and ruin his life because of his bitter enemy. He believed it was a worthless loss on his side, so he would never kill Dylan impulsively.

"Are you done, sir?" Desmond knocked on the bathroom door, worried that Frank would fall because of his bad knee.

Frank didn't respond to him but only leaned against the wall and inched out.

"Sir? Sir!" Desmond rapped the door when Frank never responded. But just as he was about to break down the door, it opened.

Frank came out in nothing but his underwear, covered in black and blue. The unprepossessing sight pained and angered Desmond. "Please let me go to the Colemans and seek justice for you, sir."

But very quickly, he resigned when Frank's gaze deepened. "Alright, I won't go if you don't want me to, sir. Old Madam Coleman defends her family unconditionally, anyway. I might not even get justice where justice is due."

The reason Dylan was more powerful than Frank was that the Colemans were a large family.

"I owe this much to Kendall, Desmond. Don't blame me for being heartless if you dare give Kendall any trouble behind my back!" Frank admonished Desmond.

He deserved it even if Kendall mutilated him.

He didn't blame her. In fact, he would be utterly grateful if she could be less angry with him.

Desmond parted his lips, wanting to continue to speak up, but he didn't know what else to say.

Just then, Frank requested, "Desmond, take a picture of me with my phone."

Desmond was a little reluctant to oblige. He had a good idea of what Frank was trying to do, so while taking the picture, he said, "Sir, if she can hurt you to this degree, she wouldn't feel anything even if she sees you in black and blue, let alone come and take care of you."

I'll be a monkey's uncle if she ever comes. I bet she'll think she wasn't ruthless enough when she sees how gruesome his bruises are.

However, Frank ignored Desmond, silently sending the picture to Kendall. Of course, he didn't dare expect Kendall to ever reply to it.

Just then, Desmond's phone rang.

Seconds after answering it, he turned to Frank. "Sir, Dr. Quimby's here."

"Have him come up," said Frank as he moved to the couch and sat down.

With that, Desmond notified the servants, and Dr. Quimby entered in no time. The doctor was so shocked by what he saw that he nearly dropped his medical kit to the floor.

"How did you get all these injuries, President?!" Dr. Quimby walked up to Frank and placed the medical kit on the coffee table in front of the couch.

Desmond wanted to speak, but Frank shot him a glance, so he could only keep all his words to himself.

"Help me dress my wounds. Something that'll reduce the swelling quickly."

He was seriously unprepossessing right now.

For someone who took serious care of his appearance his whole life, he could only ever tolerate Kendall doing this to him. If anyone else dared mutilate him like this, he'd long have retaliated.

Dr. Quimby knew at once this wasn't something he should find out when he didn't get an answer from Frank. After a quick check-up, he announced, "Your injuries aren't as gruesome as it looks. They're all just superficial wounds. You'll be fine in about half a month if you change your dressings every day."

Desmond finally heaved a sigh of relief after hearing the doctor's evaluation.

With that, Dr. Quimby dressed Frank's wounds, gave him a few pills, and passed Frank a few instructions before leaving with his medical kit.

"Dr. Quimby, Mr. Mendelson is really fine, is he not?" Desmond asked when he saw the doctor to the door.

"He's not suffering from any internal injuries, but those wounds will bring him solid pain for a good while. Desmond, the president wouldn't tell me what happened to him, but do you know the story? Who did that to him?"

"It's a fatal attraction," sighed Desmond while shaking his head, but he kept it ambiguous.

He'd naturally keep his mouth shut and not disclose anything when even his master didn't tell the doctor anything.

"This has to do with a woman? Has the president fallen for someone? Let me guess, she doesn't feel the same for him?" the doctor gossiped. "Which family is this woman from that can remain unfazed even in front of President Mendelson?"

It wouldn't be exaggerating to say that Frank was Adonis reincarnated. His pair of eyes, in particular, were soul-stirring. Anyone whom he riveted his eyes upon would be infatuated at once.

"Destined to meet but not fated to be together. No more questions, please, Doctor. Just thinking about it makes me upset. I feel absolutely awful for Mr. Mendelson."

"Well, the first step is always difficult," Dr. Quimby comforted Desmond. "The president doesn't have much experience when it comes to girls. Maybe she just finds him rude. You should advise President Mendelson to moderate his temper. Girls require coaxing, after all."

Desmond smiled wryly in response. The problem is that my master has fallen for a married woman!

After seeing Dr. Quimby off, he stood at the gates for quite some time before going back inside.

By the time he returned, Frank was sitting in the living room, slouching on the couch while rubbing his temples, still troubled by the splitting headache. "Make a trip to Taylor Residence," he ordered Joshua. "Ask Amelia to come over, and I mean 'ask'. Don't be rude, and don't hurt her."

"Yes, sir." Joshua obliged deferentially, then looked worryingly at Frank, hesitating to speak up. "Sir, I don't know if I should say this."

"Don't say anything if you're unsure. Only speak up after you've thought it through," Frank said curtly. "I'm not in the mood to analyze it for you right now."

"I'll go and ask Ms. Taylor to come over at once," announced Joshua before scurrying away for fear that Frank would reprimand him if he stayed a second longer.