Chapter 121
Kendall''s face froze as she solemnly said, "Dad, I know."
It was the first time she had felt her father''s reliance and trust in herself upon her rebirth. Initially, she
believed that her father was solely concerned about thepany''s future and had little to no genuine
affection for his own daughter.
At this rare moment, she could inly sense her father''s concern as she listened to his earnest words.
In reality, he actually had immense love for her. If he had not, Kelly would not have killed her in her
previous life. Kendall was embarrassed that she had misunderstood her father.
"Okay, let''s stop talking about it. Come and have a look, darling. These are the clothes that Kendall
bought us." Adam summoned his wife to look at the clothes.
"You bought clothes for me, Kendall!" Charlotte eximed cheerfully.
Subsequently, Kendall took the clothes and handed them to her parents. "Mom, try and see if they fit. I
bought them in your size, but I''m not sure if you like this style or not. I saw that all of your clothing in
your closet are simr to this."
"I like it. I like everything as long as it''s from you." Charlotte held onto the clothes and looked at them
repeatedly; her smile never left her face. "You''re staying for dinner right, Kendall? I''m going to cook
now."
"I''ll help you, Mom." Kendall promised Dn to have a meal together, but she could not resist her
parents. As a result, she decided to eat at her parents'' house before meeting Dn.
Charlotte did not decline her offer. Then, they went into the kitchen together.
On the other hand, Adam could not be of help, so he sat in the living room and read newspapers. He
felt a surge of happiness in his life when he heard his wife and daughter conversing whileughing in
the kitchen.
Unfortunately, Kelly was not home.
…
Back at the Mendelson Family…
After returning from the Parkers, Frank went upstairs alone and entered his study room. He could not
walk and needed a wheelchair when he was at Parkers'' Vi.
However, he did have a talent for acting. It was true that his foot was swollen from being stomped by
Kendall, but not to the point where he needed tomute in a wheelchair.
His study room was a forbidden area in his household. No one could enter without his permission and
vitors would bear the consequences.
Frank sat in front of his desk while leaning back in his chair and ncing up at the ceiling. After a long
time, he turned around and took a couple of rolled portrait paintings from the bookshelf behind him.
Two portraits of infants were readily visible when the artwork was spread out on the table. One was a
baby boy and the other was a baby girl. He drew these portraits of the children by using his
imagination. He had no idea if Kendall had given birth to a son or a daughter. As a result, he sketched
two portraits instead.
The baby boy was drawn in a way that resembled himself, but the baby girl looked more like Kendall.
She would be surprised if she saw the portrait Frank drew as it looked exactly like her baby from her
previous life. The baby resembled Kendall and despite the fact that the baby did not look like Frank,
she never doubted him as the father of her children. Well, children either look like one of their parents
or, in some cases, both at the same time.
Frank, who was a strong opponent to Dn, excelled in many aspects. Although Dn was a superb
painter, Frank also had a few talents of his own, including these two portraits that he had drawn.
After a lengthy period of staring at the paintings, his fingertips rested on the portrait of the baby girl.
"Although I have yet to prove your existence, I have an intuition that you''re a lovely girl." His slender
fingers gently caressed the baby''s brows and eyes as his steel heart melted because he desperately
wanted to realize this adorable girl out of the painting, to hold her in his arms and care for her.
My beloved daughter. I never got to see you.
Kendall is a youngdy who''s never even had a man, let alone giving birth. So, where does this
imaginary childe from?
"My baby, Daddy didn''t mean to get close to your mommy. Daddy simply misses you so much that I
want you to be real; I want to hold you in my arms and hear your soft little voice calling me ''Dad''..."
However, the grin on Frank''s face suddenly turned into something more. N?velDrama.Org (C) content.
"Therefore, Daddy will get close to Mommy… One day, you''ll be realized into this world." He picked up
the painting and held it in his arms, as if he was cradling a baby.
…
It was noon and time for the Colemans to gather for lunch.
Kendall sessfully returned just as Dn was about to have lunch; he was already sitting at the
gazebo. Although the sun was scorching, it was still windy today. Therefore, eating under the gazebo
would not be too bad of an idea. He was indeed a man who knew how to enjoy himself; he had clearly
examined the surroundings before deciding to build this gazebo.
"Dn, I''m back." While carrying her bag in her arms, Kendall dashed into the gazebo and walked
quickly toward the table to sit down.
"Ronnie," Dn said in a low voice.
As soon as Ronnie picked up Dn''smand, Ronnie brought a basin of cold water for her to wash
her hands. As soon as she did so, Dn handed her a pack of tissues.
"Wipe the sweat off your forehead and face. I don''t want them in my food or else, all the scrumptious
dishes on the table will go to waste."
Kendall took the tissue pack and sniffed the dishes before replying with a smile, "It smells so good."
She then pulled out a piece of tissue and wiped her sweat with it. "I was running too fast."
Dn remained silent. After seeing her wipe away her sweat, he questioned her coldly, "Have you
signed up for the etiquette ss?"
"Not yet."
"Allow me to sign you up."
A baffled Kendall nced at him and asked, "Dn, are you saying I''m too vulgar for you?"
"I''m just asking, in case you forgot. You won''t be sitting here if I truly think so. You don''t get to sit here
just by being shameless, by the way." Dn would not allow it; even if Kendall was to bepletely
shameless, she would not be able to sit next to him and have a meal.
"Thank you very much, Dn. Please sign me up for the ss. I work during the day, so I can only
attend their night ss."
Dn responded with a simple hum and the couple then began to eat.
As she had previously dined with her parents earlier at the Parkers, Kendall did not eat much. She set
down her chopsticks after trying a little bit of every dish and watched her partner eat.
His dining etiquette was incredibly elegant and courteou; she felt that even if she took the etiquette
sses, she would never be on par with him. After all, he had been raised in a favorable environment
since he was a toddler, unlike her.
"Do the dishes not suit your liking today? Or are you not feeling well?" Dn inquired in a light tone.
"No, the meal is delectable. I was already almost full because I''ve eaten at my mother''s house. I can''t
eat as much as I usually do."
"You''re quite self-aware, then."
Dn''sment rendered Kendall speechless.
"Would you like to go for a walk in the afternoon, Dn? I''ll go with you."
Though his look suggested more, his voice was still low and monotonous. "All I can do now is fishing.
You are wee to join me for fishing after lunch." Whenever he fished, he could do it all day long.
"Okay. If we catch any, let''s grill them!"
"Is food all you ever think about? What a foodie!" Dn eximed.
"Don’t you want to enjoy your catch? Do you want to keep it as a pet instead? I''m not very good at
raising fish; I''ve had countless of them and they usually die on my hands; as tragic as that might sound,
my cat would like to differ."
"What a party pooper," he grumbled quietly.