Chapter 550: Chapter 113: Good Luck to Those Cubans

David Kennedy leaned back on the sofa in the living room of this Southern District vacation villa, took a sip of brandy, then looked at Tommy. The young man was holding his cell phone, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window enjoying the nighttime seascape of Miami, and smiling as he talked with his family on two calls, one to his own home and one to his fiancée's. In the calls, he checked on his father's health, reminding him to follow the doctor's orders and go for regular check-ups at the hospital. He inquired about his sister's academics, showing interest in her grades. He even engaged in a lively conversation with his future mother-in-law about her recent trip to Finland, debating why a country known for its cool and introverted population would give birth to a character like Santa Claus, who didn't fit the Finnish temperament at all.

He even cared whether his adopted dogs were feeling depressed, the impeccable image of an American young man who loved his family.