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A certain bar.
After hanging up the phone, Fiona's head was still buzzing non-stop.
Frank's right arm was sawed off? And his mouth was sewn shut?
Jimmy??
Because of what happened with Lip last time, Fiona logically thought of Jimmy, but in a flash, she remembered that Jimmy had been with her all day today, dropping her off at work not long ago. The timing didn't match at all...
Then who did it?
Who on earth did Frank provoke that was so terrifying to do such a thing...
The more she thought about it, the more scared Fiona—who was actually quite timid and cowardly at heart—became.
Would that perpetrator hurt the kids?
Thinking of this, Fiona immediately made a decision about whether to go to the hospital to see Frank.
She had to go. Not because she was worried about Frank, but because she had to figure out who did it and if it would affect those kids.
Decision made, Fiona immediately bit her lip hard, forced herself to calm down, and called Jimmy.
Jimmy didn't dare steal cars for the time being and had nothing else to do. He was currently playing with Liam in the rented house. Receiving the call and hearing what Fiona said, he was instantly amused.
There was no helping it.
The Gallagher family's farces came one after another; it was impossible not to be amused... And a scumbag like Frank deserved such an outcome.
"Okay, I'll come pick you up," Jimmy amused himself for two seconds, then held back his laughter and said.
Fiona hung up, hesitated slightly, then called Lip, explained the situation, and told Lip to inform Ian and the others to go to the hospital immediately.
Lip didn't care about Frank's life or death, but like Fiona, he was also worried it would affect him. "Okay."
Soon.
Debbie found out what happened to Frank and immediately screamed with anxiety.
Just like that, the Gallagher family mobilized fully again, rushing to the hospital in a panic... although, such things weren't actually rare for the Gallagher family.
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2118 North Wallace Street.
After showering and letting Bianca go upstairs first, Dexter was busy cracking the password to Tony's computer.
Actually, this kind of cracking wasn't very high-end... Tony wasn't some spy, just an ordinary person. The password he set wouldn't be that complex.
Dexter had researched this kind of thing in college and was quite familiar with it.
It took a bit of time.
Ding-dong.
Getting the correct password, Dexter rummaged through Tony's computer. In no time, he found the photos and videos of Jimmy's crimes. Then, he checked the camera, memory cards, USB drives...
After messing around for a while, everything was done.
Suddenly, Dexter thought of Fiona's sex tape again, so he searched through the computer once more.
Finding the website, Tony's account was logged in. Entering the user center, he saw Fiona's sex tape...
Dexter picked up a cigarette, lit one, and started to admire it.
To be honest, it wasn't that great.
After watching for a short while, Dexter felt it was very boring. So, moving the mouse, he deleted the video from the website.
This video was a ticking time bomb.
If one day in the future, Fiona saw this video on the website, she would immediately know Jimmy filmed it, and then, voila, Jimmy would definitely be out permanently.
And in Dexter's view, Jimmy was truly the best man Fiona could meet in this lifetime.
Dexter wanted to see if these two could stay together after so many things happened and they were now living together.
Everything was done.
Dexter lit another cigarette and called Jimmy.
Jimmy had just picked up Fiona and was on his way to the hospital. Hearing his phone ring, he took it out and saw it was Dexter. He instantly got excited, then subconsciously glanced at Fiona.
Fiona's thoughts were temporarily focused on Frank's matter, paying no attention to Jimmy.
Jimmy saw this and answered the phone with relief. "Hello, I'm rushing to the hospital now. Can I call you back later?"
Dexter was a bit amused hearing this. "Sure. What happened?"
"Frank's right arm was sawed off. The details aren't clear yet," Jimmy replied.
Dexter knew all too well. He grinned. "Okay."
Responding, Dexter hung up.
In the car.
Because she heard Frank's name, Fiona turned to look at Jimmy, a bit puzzled. "Who was that?"
"A friend," Jimmy replied perfunctorily. "Looking for me to work."
Fiona understood and didn't ask further. She withdrew her gaze and continued to brood over Frank's matter with a gloomy face.
Dexter wasn't idle either. He packed up all of Tony's stuff, carried it to the backyard, and burned it. Then, he went back inside and upstairs to play with Bianca.
Bianca was much more fun than Fiona.
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The Hospital.
Jimmy and Fiona, holding Liam, successfully met up with Lip and the others. Then, they walked quickly together toward Frank's ward.
In the middle of the night, the sight of such a group rushing along indeed had a somewhat shocking vibe.
Finding the ward, walking in to look...
Frank, missing a right arm and with a hideous, disgusting mouth, came into view.
Instantly, without a flaw, Debbie's eyes reddened, tears streaming down. She was heartbroken. "Dad..."
Fiona and the others didn't speak, just looking at Frank with gloomy faces.
Except for Jimmy.
Jimmy watched with amusement, especially seeing Frank's mouth... haha, how interesting.
Frank was still in a coma; no one knew when he would wake up.
Staring blankly for a while, Fiona took a deep breath and turned to find the doctor, wanting to understand exactly what happened.
Debbie knelt beside Frank in a daze. Her little head, no matter how she thought, couldn't figure it out. They clearly went to the concert together; how did Frank disappear, and who did this to him?
Jimmy, who had absolutely no interest in participating in this Gallagher family mess, watched quietly for a few seconds, found an excuse about buying coffee, left the ward, and called Dexter.
Dexter hadn't finished his business long ago. Seeing Jimmy's call, he got out of bed and went downstairs to answer.
"The matter we discussed before is handled," Dexter said with a smile.
Jimmy immediately breathed a long sigh of relief. "Thank you. Can you tell me how it was handled?"
"I got all his electronic devices," Dexter said casually.
Jimmy was startled, feeling that this guy Dexter was truly somewhat badass. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. A deal is a deal," Dexter replied, then grinned. "You're at the hospital?"
"Yeah," Jimmy answered.
"You can't do the car stealing thing anymore. Tony probably already discovered everything is gone. He will definitely think you did it, and he will absolutely be watching you next," Dexter said. "Can I give you some advice?"
Jimmy wasn't stupid. Naturally, he thought Tony would do that and understood he couldn't continue stealing cars. "Go ahead."
"You like the feeling of an adrenaline rush. You happen to be in the hospital right now. Why not check out the ER... ER doctors race against death almost every day. That kind of stimulation isn't any less than stealing cars... You only lack one year to get your diploma. Maybe being an ER doctor isn't bad," Dexter said in one breath.
Hearing these words.
Jimmy was stunned first, then shocked. "How do you know I studied medicine?"
Dexter laughed. "The South Side of Chicago is mine. It's not strange that I know about your affairs."
Hearing this.
For some reason, Jimmy suddenly felt a chill all over his body and couldn't speak.
"Haha, just a suggestion. That's it then," Dexter couldn't be bothered to wait, said with a laugh, and hung up.
Beep beep beep~~~
Jimmy snapped out of it, still extremely terrified. It took a good while for this feeling of fear to slowly subside.
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Inside the hospital.
Jimmy smoked several cigarettes in a row before basically suppressing his fear of Dexter. Then, he returned to Frank's ward.
Fiona had already found the doctor earlier and asked about what happened. Although, the doctor also couldn't figure out exactly what happened, only knowing that a nurse found Frank at the hospital entrance.
By now, the doctor had left. Fiona and the others stood leaning against the wall with dark faces.
Debbie's eyes were red, but she wasn't crying anymore.
No one spoke.
Jimmy walked in and stood silently beside Fiona, feeling somewhat like attending a wake, quite ridiculous.
In a blink of an eye, several minutes passed.
Lip took a deep breath and said to Fiona with a very certain tone, "In about a year, how many times has Frank had accidents? Someone is definitely targeting him. And, they definitely intend not to kill Frank directly, but to torture him slowly on purpose."
Lip was still a bit smart, stating the truth quite accurately.
Hearing this.
Fiona stared blankly at Lip for a few seconds, nodded, feeling it made sense. "Who could it be?"
That was a good question.
Jimmy suddenly thought of Dexter and muttered in his heart, 'Could it be him?'
Lip actually also thought of Dexter, but tonight, Dexter had been at the shooting range the whole time. So many people saw him...
Thinking and thinking...
"I think it might be Dexter. Probably not him personally, maybe he hired someone to do it," Lip thought of this possibility and said.
Hearing this, Fiona couldn't believe it. "That Dexter guy is indeed disgusting, but I haven't heard of Frank having any conflict with him!"
Carl quit. His small face full of seriousness, he shouted, "What nonsense are you talking about! Dexter is a good person. Don't fucking spout nonsense."
Ian thoughtfully remembered the hint Mickey once gave.
Mickey hinted to Ian never to provoke Dexter...
Now, combining Frank's miserable state and Lip's words.
'Could it be him?' Ian uncontrollably sucked in a breath of cold air, intending to call Mickey and ask what exactly that hint back then meant.
Debbie didn't make a sound, not knowing what to say.
"Maybe we don't know," Lip replied, then thought of Karen.
Karen obviously had a relationship with Dexter; otherwise, why would Dexter let Karen manage that apartment building... How likely was it that Karen's money was all given by Dexter?
If Dexter gave it, why?
Once this train of thought opened up, some horrifying truths poked their heads out slightly.
What exactly was the deal between Karen and Dexter?
Did that deal involve Frank, or him?
The more Lip thought, the more horrified he felt.
Just then.
Carl got angry and shouted, "I said, it can't be Dexter. You guys shut up!"
Fiona and Lip looked at Carl together, not saying a word... After all, Carl's relationship with Dexter was there; they couldn't say anything.
Jimmy also looked at Carl, silently pondering... Assuming it was really Dexter who sawed off Frank's right arm... Dexter had completely bought Carl over, even practically giving Carl a house... Now, Dexter had helped him solve a big problem...
Thinking back, the conditions Dexter offered Fiona were obviously to split Fiona from the others...
Plus that sentence from Dexter not long ago: 'The South Side of Chicago is mine'...
Why did Dexter, who was so rich, insist on living in that dump next to the Gallagher house?
Thinking about it carefully was terrifying!
'If the mastermind behind the scenes is really Dexter, then from the beginning, Dexter was probably targeting the Gallagher family!!'
'If that's the case, all the things that happened to the Gallagher family in the past year... Debbie, Ian, Lip, Fiona's encounters, are they related to Dexter?'
Jimmy dared not think further.
There was no helping it!
He now owed Dexter a big 'debt.' What would Dexter ask him to do?
The ward fell silent instantly.
After a good while, Fiona finally spoke. "Let's talk about this tomorrow. It's late, let's go back first."
Frank wouldn't wake up anytime soon; staying here was meaningless.
Lip, Ian, and the others had no objection. Only Debbie refused to leave.
Fortunately, after Fiona persuaded her for a while, stating she would come back tomorrow, Debbie finally nodded and agreed.
A few minutes later.
Fiona and the others squeezed into Jimmy's car and returned to the Gallagher house.
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The Gallagher House backyard.
Ian, finding an excuse to come out, lit a cigarette and dialed Mickey's number.
Mickey was lying in bed watching TV, bored out of his mind. Seeing Ian's name displayed on the phone, he was slightly dazed, then pressed answer, speaking as calmly as possible. "What's up?"
"I want to ask you something," Ian had no feelings for Mickey anymore, or rather, thought he had no feelings. "Frank had his right arm sawed off with a chainsaw tonight."
Hearing this.
Mickey was shocked. "Jesus, who is so ruthless?"
"That's what I wanted to ask you," Ian took a drag of his cigarette and said. "Lip suspects Dexter did it. I remembered you told me back then not to provoke Dexter."
"What exactly is the deal with Dexter? Can you tell me clearly?"
Listening clearly to the end.
Mickey instantly looked solemn, sat up straight, silently took a cigarette, lit it, took several puffs in a row, and still didn't make a sound.
What was the deal with Dexter? Mickey wasn't sure, but he was certain Dexter wasn't simple.
So, the question came.
How to answer Ian?
"Mickey?" Waiting for a short while without a response, Ian asked.
Hearing this, Mickey exhaled a puff of smoke. "Dexter was at the shooting range all night tonight. How could he go saw off Frank's right arm?"
"Lip suspects Dexter hired someone," Ian replied. "You work for him. Tell me the truth, is it possible that's the case?"
Mickey took two more fierce drags, thought about it. "Hypothetically, I say hypothetically, if he really did it, what do you plan to do? Call the police?"
Ian hadn't thought about this yet. Hearing Mickey say this, he replied without thinking, "Of course we have to call the police. Frank's right arm is gone..."
Before Ian could finish, Mickey spoke up, saying decisively and directly, "Have you thought about the consequences of calling the police?"
"If it really is Dexter? You call the police, what will be the result?"
"You guys will probably all die."
Hearing these words.
Thump.
Ian's expression changed drastically. "Impossible..."
Mickey laughed, suddenly thinking of some things.
From the first time meeting Dexter until today... how many people in the South Side had been murdered?
Could it be Dexter?
Truly fucking terrifying!!!!