Gerard shook his head.


    "No worries, man," Kearney said, pping Gerard on the back with aforting smile. "Hey, I have


    rtives in Cloudcrest. Even if you''re clueless about the ce, I can get her to keep an eye out for


    you."


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    "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 nning to head to Cloudcrest?"


    "sses 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 Reba, a puzzled frown on his face. "Reba, I told


    you to reach out to Kendrickst time, and you didn''t. There''s been no word since then. You think


    he''s forgotten all about his lifesaver?"


    Daly had even nned 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 Reba''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 theughingstock of the inte.


    "Kendrick probably won''t being back," said Reba, her voice t.


    "Why not?" Daly''s face darkened.


    Reba sighed, "It''s...plicated. 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 n up her sleeve.


    After dinner, back in her room, Reba sifted through a barrage of Christmas'' greetings. Among


    them were messages from Sallie and Ste Lyons of the Lindsay family. Those two sisters, always


    looking to step on others to raise themselves higher, had never given her the time of day when she


    hung around Carole. Now that they knew she was Ms. Morris, they were suddenly all sweetness


    and light, messaging her with nauseating affection.


    Reba''s eyes narrowed as she thought of Felton Yeager and Gemma. What if they knew that not


    only had Carole opened a restaurant, but their granddaughter Anthea had be a big-shot live


    streamer? She could just imagine their reaction.


    Anthea liked to make her life difficult, right? Steal her spotlight? Well, Reba would see to it that


    Anthea not only had to deal with that scumbag Alex but also a few despicable rtives that would


    stick to her like gum on a shoe.


    She''d make Anthea''s life miserable. Once those rtives got their ws in, not even Anthea''s


    savvy could save her.


    With that thought, Reba''s lips curled into a sly smile, and she texted Sallie back.


    [Merry Christmas, Sallie!]


    Sallie was taken aback by Reba''s response.'' After a moment''s pause, she replied.


    Reba continued to message: [It''s been a while. Got time to catch up soon?]


    Sallie replied: [Sure.]


    Reba said: [Why put off until tomorrow what you can do today? Free tomorrow afternoon?]


    Sallie agreed: [That works.]


    Nanson was up and about bright and early the next morning, eagerly preparing to visit friends after


    breakfast.


    Holding two pairs of pants, he stopped by Anthea''s door and asked, "Hey, Annie, which pair makes


    me look younger? The dark blue or the charcoal grey?"


    Anthea looked at Nanson, pondering seriously for a split second before replying, "Uncle, are you


    sure you want the truth?"


    Nanson nodded, eager for her opinion.


    Anthea continued, "Honestly, I think diapers would shave off the most years."