Love Unspoken

"The Kennedy Group's stock just tanked this month. Ever since Getty took over as chairman last December, it's been a downhill ride. All their businesses are in the dumps. Right now, a bunch of their industries are just stuck in limbo." The TV was blaring the latest scoop on the Kennedy Group. Over the past year, they've been all over the headlines, with big companies circling like vultures, waiting to pounce.

The Kennedy Group had its fingers in a lot of pies. Now that things were going south, all those small and medium businesses they used to squash were having a field day.

But because they were so spread out, they couldn't just throw in the towel and declare bankruptcy.

If they couldn't turn things around, they'd have to wait for their subsidiaries to get gobbled up by other companies, making sure there wasn't any social chaos before they could call it quits.

Sean glanced at Alexander, who was curled up on the couch. They'd just gotten here not too long ago and were snowed in by a massive blizzard.

They couldn't leave or move forward.

Stuck in this tiny town, at least there were plenty of houses. Alexander had snagged this two-story place.

There was heating inside; otherwise, they'd be popsicles by now with all that snow outside.

After checking the weather forecast, Sean walked over and said, "Mr. Kennedy, the forecast says this blizzard's gonna last till March next year. Even if the snow stops, the roads will be icy, and cars won't budge." Alexander propped his head up, looking pale. Hearing Sean's words, he suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "What day is it today?"

Sean replied awkwardly, "December 28th."

Alexander suddenly couldn't catch his breath. Clutching his chest, he started gasping for air.

Sean quickly handed him the oxygen tank nearby and said, "Mr. Kennedy, please don't get worked up. The doc said you can't get emotional, or your altitude sickness will get worse." Alexander grabbed the oxygen tank and took several deep breaths before he felt a bit better.

Sean muttered, "Mr. Kennedy, we've been searching for a year already. What's another three months? Think of it as a break, a chance to get used to the place."

Earlier, Sean had asked Kyle, and now he knew Alexander wasn't on a vacation; he was looking for Quinn.

But with this way of searching, they'd be lucky to find her even if they searched for another ten years.

"We're wasting three months here," Alexander sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Sean sat down too, trying to cheer him up, "Maybe when the snow stops, you'll step outside and see Mrs. Kennedy right there?"

Alexander glanced at him, scoffing, "If you can't comfort someone, don't try."

Sean scratched his head and awkwardly shut his mouth.

Alexander looked back at the TV and said lightly, "Do you all disagree with my way of searching?"

Sean nodded, then quickly shook his head. He hurriedly clarified, "No! I totally agree. You haven't had a proper rest in so many years. This is a good chance to chill and see the world."