Gerard shook his head.
"No worries, man," Kearney said, clapping Gerard on the back with a comforting smile. "Hey, I have relatives in Cloudcrest. Even if you're clueless about the place, I can get her to keep an eye out for you."
"Thanks, Kearney."
Kearney's old cheeks flushed a shade of pink. "What are you thanking me for? We're brothers!"
Healy chimed in, "So, when are you planning to head to Cloudcrest?"
"Classes start mid-February. I'm thinking of catching a flight over on the 8th."
Healy nodded in understanding.
Meanwhile, at the Morris household.
Around the dinner table, Daly looked over at Rebecca, a puzzled frown on his face. "Rebecca, I told you to reach out to Kendrick last time, and you didn't. There's been no word since then. You think he's forgotten all about his lifesaver?"
Daly had even planned a celebration banquet, eagerly awaiting Kendrick's visit to express his gratitude. His daughter would be hailed as Kendrick's savior, and surely, some of that glory would reflect on him.
Just thinking about it was enough to make Rebecca's blood boil. If it hadn't been for Anthea stealing her thunder and the credit that was rightfully hers, would she be in this mess? Banned from streaming, clueless about chess...
And now the laughingstock of the internet.
"Kendrick probably won't be coming back," said Rebecca, her voice flat.
"Why not?" Daly's face darkened.
Rebecca sighed, "It's... complicated. Let's not get into it right now, Dad."
Seeing her like this, Daly knew better than to push. His daughter always had her reasons, perhaps some other plan up her sleeve.
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