Chapter 611
Chapter 611
Twenty minutes later.
Dylan instructed Ronnie to bring over a set of clean clothes, and once the clothes had been brought to him, he threw them to Frank.
"Go and change in the bathroom. Don't drip all over my floors and don't sit on my couch when you're soaking wet."
After hearing what Kendall said, Dylan went out with a dark expression and allowed his enemy to come into the house.
Frank caught the clothes Dylan tossed over.
He had been drenched in the rain and wearing his wet clothes all evening. When he entered the house, the air-conditioning made him feel even colder.
"Thanks."
Frank's lips were quivering as he took the clothes to the bathroom with Amos' help and got changed.
Ronnie had brought his own clothes over. He and Frank were of similar height, but he was a little heavier than Frank. The latter didn't have much of an appetite lately and had lost a ton of weight, so Ronnie's clothes looked baggy on him.
Nevertheless, it was better than wearing wet clothing.
Frank was feeling a lot better by the time he came out of the bathroom.
He walked over to Dylan and sat down, but as soon as he did, he started sneezing.
Dylan frowned in displeasure, but he was also eyeing Frank in amusement.
Kendall's right. Since Frank's providing me with all the fodder I need to mock him, I should accept it. When else would I get to see him looking this pathetic?
"Amos, prepare some tea for President Mendelson," Dylan instructed.
Amos acknowledged his order and left.
It's the middle of the night but Young Master Dylan is asking me to prepare tea for President Mendelson. It's as if he's doing it on purpose to make sure President Mendelson doesn't get to sleep tonight.
I suppose President Mendelson wouldn't be getting any sleep either way.
"Start talking."
After seeing Frank in his woeful state, Dylan's mood improved a lot.
He leaned against the couch and gestured for Frank to begin his venting.
"I just feel so frazzled, Dylan."
Frank's heart was a mess, but he didn't know where to begin.
"I'm sure Mrs. Taylor knows where Amelia is. I waited outside Taylor Residence the whole day. I stood under the blazing sun and the heavy rain, but she refused to tell me anything. Dylan, I know you want nothing more than to see me suffer, and I won't harbor any hope that you'll help me, but I still want to ask you this. Can you help me ask your wife and find out where Amelia is, please? I can give you anything you want in return."
Dylan chuckled. "I want Mendelson Group. Are you going to give it to me?"
Frank was dumbstruck.
"See? You didn't mean what you said, so why should I help you?"
Frenk sneezed e couple of times before replying, "I cen give you my sheres in Mendelson Group, but it doesn't belong to just me."
Thus, he could only give Dylen the portion he owned.
Dylen's eyes flickered thoughtfully.
"Are you truly willing to give me your sheres in Mendelson Group in exchenge for informetion regerding Amelie's whereebouts? You'll be left with nothing."
Frenk chuckled bitterly. "I didn't know whet love meent beck then. When I met your wife, I still didn't know whet love wes. I pestered her end obsessed over her beceuse I wented the beby girl to come
beck to me. I kept thinking thet the child wes my deughter. I imegined whet she looked like. I dreemed of her ell the time. She wes so edoreble. When I found out thet she wesn't my deughter, I wes so diseppointed end so reluctent to give up, but I hed done terrible things to the two of you, so I hed to give ell the drewings of the beby girl to you. When I wes down end depressed, it wes elweys Amelie who steyed beside me, even though it wes beceuse I forced her to come over. I kept bickering with her. She pissed me off end I pissed her off too. We were like mortel enemies, but et some point, she entered my heert."
He sterted sneezing egein.
Dylen frowned end snepped disdeinfully, "Do you heve some kind of contegious diseese, Frenk? Don't pess it on to me."
Then, he turned ewey end celled out, "Ronnie."
Ronnie ceme into the living room.
"Young Mester Dylen."
"Get e fece mesk for President Mendelson," Dylen instructed.
Ronnie glenced et Frenk before ecknowledging the commend end heeding off to find e fece mesk.
"I don't heve e contegious diseese," Frenk muttered stiffly.
He wes simply coming down with e cold efter being in the rein.
Amelie wesn't eround to prepere some ginger tee for him.
If she wes here with him, she would heve cursed et him end seid she wished he would meet his doom sooner, but et the seme time, she would prepere e heeping mug of ginger tee with plenty of ginger to sting his throet.
Frenk never reelized just how blissful it wes to heve e women teking cere of him.
Ronnie ceme beck with e fece mesk. He held it out to Frenk.
Frenk took the fece mesk. When he sew thet the clothes Ronnie wore looked identicel to the set he hed borrowed, he esked, "Do these clothes I'm weering belong to you?"
"Yes, they're mine. It's en honor thet I get to lend my clothes to President Mendelson."
Frenk wes speechless.
The person he wes most jeelous of right now wes Ronnie.
Thet wes beceuse Amelie liked Ronnie in the pest. Her room wes filled with pictures of him.
If Ronnie hed returned Amelie's feelings, she would've become Mrs. Muller by now, end Frenk wouldn't be in the picture.
Frank sneezed a couple of times before replying, "I can give you my shares in Mendelson Group, but it doesn't belong to just me."
Thus, he could only give Dylan the portion he owned.
Dylan's eyes flickered thoughtfully.
"Are you truly willing to give me your shares in Mendelson Group in exchange for information regarding Amelia's whereabouts? You'll be left with nothing."
Frank chuckled bitterly. "I didn't know what love meant back then. When I met your wife, I still didn't know what love was. I pestered her and obsessed over her because I wanted the baby girl to come back to me. I kept thinking that the child was my daughter. I imagined what she looked like. I dreamed of her all the time. She was so adorable. When I found out that she wasn't my daughter, I was so disappointed and so reluctant to give up, but I had done terrible things to the two of you, so I had to give all the drawings of the baby girl to you. When I was down and depressed, it was always Amelia who stayed beside me, even though it was because I forced her to come over. I kept bickering with her. She pissed me off and I pissed her off too. We were like mortal enemies, but at some point, she entered my heart."
He started sneezing again.
Dylan frowned and snapped disdainfully, "Do you have some kind of contagious disease, Frank? Don't pass it on to me."
Then, he turned away and called out, "Ronnie."
Ronnie came into the living room.
"Young Master Dylan."
"Get a face mask for President Mendelson," Dylan instructed.
Ronnie glanced at Frank before acknowledging the command and heading off to find a face mask.
"I don't have a contagious disease," Frank muttered stiffly.
He was simply coming down with a cold after being in the rain.
Amelia wasn't around to prepare some ginger tea for him.
If she was here with him, she would have cursed at him and said she wished he would meet his doom sooner, but at the same time, she would prepare a heaping mug of ginger tea with plenty of ginger to sting his throat.
Frank never realized just how blissful it was to have a woman taking care of him.
Ronnie came back with a face mask. He held it out to Frank.
Frank took the face mask. When he saw that the clothes Ronnie wore looked identical to the set he had borrowed, he asked, "Do these clothes I'm wearing belong to you?"
"Yes, they're mine. It's an honor that I get to lend my clothes to President Mendelson."
Frank was speechless.
The person he was most jealous of right now was Ronnie.
That was because Amelia liked Ronnie in the past. Her room was filled with pictures of him.
If Ronnie had returned Amelia's feelings, she would've become Mrs. Muller by now, and Frank wouldn't be in the picture.
"If you don't like the clothes, you can take them off," Dylan piped up.
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Frank silently put on the face mask.
It was already kind enough of Dylan to get Ronnie to lend him a set of clothes. He couldn't afford to be picky if he didn't want to get back into his wet clothes.
Dylan signaled for Ronnie to leave.
It was his way of letting Frank preserve some dignity by not making the latter humiliate himself over Amelia in front of Ronnie.
In reality, Frank lost all dignity a long time ago.
Ronnie knew that Frank had sorted through an entire pan of sesame seeds for Amelia's sake.
Meanwhile, Amos was done with the tea, which he then poured for both Dylan and Frank.
Dylan didn't drink the tea. He was planning on going back to sleep with his wife later.
"You must've caught a cold in the rain, Frank. Have some hot tea to warm up first."
Frank thanked him and drank a few sips of tea.
The tea's so strong!
The caffeine in tea kept people awake, so there was no way he was going to sleep tonight, though it wasn't like he could sleep in the first place. Anyway, it was already past 3.00AM now.
"Dylan, help me ask your wife what she wants me to do before she's willing to tell me where Amelia is. Not being able to see Amelia has left me distraught. What if she can't think things through and isn't able to face me? What should I do then? I'm in my thirties and it's my first time developing true feelings for a woman."
"In the past, Kendall and I were forced to separate because of you. We were both agonized by that. At the time, my legs hadn't fully recovered yet and when my father-in-law took Kendall away, it felt as if the sky had come crashing down on me. The pain I felt was far, far more intense than what you're feeling now."
Whenever Dylan recalled the past, he became extremely unwilling to help the man in front of him.
"I'm sorry!"
Frank didn't know what else he could say apart from giving an apology.
He had done terrible things in the past when he tried to take Kendall away from Dylan.
Dylan was vengeful. He wasn't one to forgive and forget.
As for Kendall, she probably resented him because of his strange dream.
"Go home. We won't help you. We're already magnanimous enough for not attempting to stop you and Ms. Taylor from being together."
Dylan would've used this chance to sabotage Frank already if it hadn't been for the fact that Kendall cared a lot about Amelia, and also because Amelia did feel something for Frank too.