Love Knows No Bounds

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.

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