Outside Dex Restaurant, by the roadside.
Mandy was stunned, momentarily unable to comprehend what Lip was saying.
Dexter paid someone to saw off Frank's right arm?
For the past year or so, Dexter had been constantly messing with the Gallagher family?
How could Lip have such an absurd idea?
Mandy couldn't understand and subconsciously looked diagonally across the street at Dex Western Restaurant.
Dexter had strolled over there not long ago, though she didn't know what for.
Mandy really couldn't imagine Dexter being that kind of person. Her lips moved, and she spoke. "Lip, is there some misunderstanding here?"
"No matter how you look at it, Dexter doesn't seem like the kind of person who could do such a thing."
Lip took a fierce drag on his cigarette. "No misunderstanding. Although I don't have evidence for now, I believe it's absolutely him without a doubt."
After speaking, Lip asked again, "Will you help me or not?"
Mandy was a die-hard romantic. Lip had asked, so how could she not help?
"Okay, what do I need to do?" Mandy rolled her eyes, thinking she would agree first, then prove Lip wrong later, which would count as helping him.
"Observe Dexter closely. If there's anything off about him, tell me immediately," Lip said. "Then, tell me when he gets off work. I'll follow him. I don't believe he won't slip up."
Mandy: "..."
Damn, even stalking was involved? This was getting a bit too exaggerated.
But again, Mandy was a die-hard romantic.
"Okay," Mandy was speechless for a moment but still agreed.
"Thanks, we'll be in touch," Lip hung up the phone.
Beep beep beep~~~
Mandy exhaled a puff of smoke helplessly. Hearing such a bizarre thing out of nowhere, there was really no need to say what she had planned to tell Lip earlier.
Sigh.
Mandy sighed again, looking at Dex Western Restaurant, truly unable to accept that Dexter would be that kind of person.
---
Dex Western Restaurant.
Dexter grabbed a cup of "fat nerd happiness water" (soda), sat casually in a corner, and quietly watched the scene in the restaurant.
The restaurant was packed; business was pretty good.
The waiters were bustling about, doing alright.
As for everything else...
There wasn't much else to say. This restaurant wasn't a high-end western establishment; it was a common western diner serving things like burgers, fries, and pasta.
What could be said about these things?
Cheap and filling, that was all that mattered.
Dexter came over mainly to see if any messy problems would arise.
For the time being, there were none.
That was good enough.
This restaurant didn't need his involvement in anything. As long as Alice could lead the staff and ensure the restaurant's operation, he could sit back and collect money, which was great.
Dexter drank his soda and watched for a while.
Suddenly, his phone rang. It was Carl.
Dexter was a bit puzzled about why Carl would call at this time. He answered the phone. "Carl."
Carl had been busy following Mickey all morning, barely having a moment to rest. He only just got the chance to sit down and eat lunch.
While eating, Carl thought of the suspicion Lip raised last night and hurriedly called. "Dexter, I have to tell you something."
"Go ahead," Dexter replied.
Carl didn't waste time and quickly recounted Lip's suspicion. After finishing, he added indignantly, "Lip definitely messed up his brain in juvie to say you're some mastermind behind the scenes!"
After listening.
Dexter truly couldn't hold back and laughed out loud, finding this incredibly interesting.
This guy Lip, in and out of juvie, suddenly got smart?
Laughing silently, Dexter replied, "Lip and Fiona hate me, and they hate rich people. It's not too strange for them to think this way."
"After all, rich people are indeed relatively evil."
"Let them think whatever they want. It doesn't matter."
"You're not angry?" Carl asked.
Dexter smiled back. "Not angry. What's there to be angry about?"
Carl felt a bit relieved. "I'll find a chance to talk some sense into them. Their brains are broken!"
"Okay," Dexter responded with a smile.
The two chatted for a few more sentences before ending the call.
Dexter continued drinking his soda while pondering Lip's matter.
Carl didn't have the habit of overthinking. He put away his phone and continued eating.
Beside him, Mickey clearly heard what Carl had just said to Dexter. His brow furrowed slightly, and he subconsciously felt something was wrong.
The fact was.
Ever since Ian called last night and said those things, Mickey had been pondering almost constantly.
Thinking it over and over.
Mickey felt that Lip might have really guessed right... Frank's arm, the series of shitty events in the Gallagher family, and the dozens of mass murders in the South Side over the past year or so were probably all related to Dexter.
Even...
Mickey also thought about his father Terry being shot to death.
But Mickey didn't think Terry was shot by Dexter.
There were two reasons. One, Terry had offended too many people and done too many illegal things; many people could have killed Terry.
Two, when Terry died, Dexter had only been in the South Side for a few days; he had no reason to kill Terry.
And actually, Mickey had thought about it: suppose Terry really was killed by Dexter, what should he do?
The answer was, do nothing.
Otherwise what? Seek revenge against Dexter for a Terry who should have died long ago?
Mickey didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that Terry's death was actually a good thing.
Thinking like this, Mickey looked at Carl, his brow furrowing tighter and tighter, uncontrollably worrying about Ian.
Now, Carl had told Dexter about Lip's suspicion in its entirety.
So what would Dexter do?
Mickey tried to put himself in Dexter's shoes and felt that if it were him, he would definitely take measures. Maybe find a chance to get rid of Lip unknowingly... if he wanted to be safer, then get rid of the other Gallaghers as well.
Thinking this, Mickey imagined a day when Ian would die silently somewhere...
Mickey didn't dare to imagine any further. He steeled his heart and decided to go find Dexter tonight to have a good talk with him.
---
The Hospital.
After waiting for several hours.
Samantha's test results came out.
Getting the lab report and seeing the results on it, Samantha was a bit disappointed. She was disappointed for a few seconds before walking toward Frank's ward.
On the way, Samantha even silently tried hard to think of a way to break this bad news to Frank.
Frank was lying on the hospital bed. Seeing Samantha walk in holding a piece of paper at a glance, he immediately asked with immense anticipation, "Are the test results out?"
Samantha nodded. With clear apology on her face, she said, "Sorry, Frank. We're not a match. I'm sorry, I..."
The rest of Samantha's words were pure noise to Frank.
Hearing "not a match," Frank's brain exploded instantly. Immediately after, because the last shred of hope for survival was shattered, desperate anger gushed out!
Since they weren't a match, then for Frank, Samantha had no utility value whatsoever.
In that case, why keep pretending?
Pretend my ass! No more pretending!!
"You just said, not a match?" Frank revealed his true colors, staring at Samantha in disbelief and asking.
Samantha hadn't realized the severity of the situation yet and nodded.
"Why!! Why not a match???" Frank didn't ask further but roared immediately, shouting out loud, "Jesus Christ!!!"
"Why is even my biological daughter not a match for me!!"
"Motherfxxk!!"
"Fxxking God, do you want me to die that badly???"
"..."
Frank roared non-stop in one breath, unable to stop.
Debbie was dumbfounded and also desperate. Her head buzzed, freezing outside the hospital bed, wanting to cry again.
Samantha was also dumbfounded, but for a different reason than Debbie.
Debbie was dumbfounded because Frank had no hope left and was really going to die.
Samantha was dumbfounded because of the words "biological daughter"...
Dumbfounded for a few seconds, Samantha snapped back to reality. Her face full of disbelief, she gritted her teeth and asked Frank, "Frank! What did you say? I'm your biological daughter? You're my dad?"
Hearing this, Frank was instinctively mute for a moment. Then, thinking that Samantha had no value anyway, what was there to be afraid of? He admitted frankly, "Fxxk, forget it. Doesn't matter anymore. I'm your dad."
"?????" Samantha was further shocked beyond belief, feeling like her whole person was stupefied, dumbstruck.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Although she was indeed very stupid, Samantha, who wasn't intellectually disabled, snapped back to reality again. Immediately after, thinking about it, she realized with immense anger what Frank's sudden appearance was for...
"You, you, you ran to find me to trick me into donating my liver to you??" Samantha asked, her body trembling with anger.
Frank glanced at Samantha, turned his head, too lazy to look again, and too lazy to waste words with Samantha.
Seeing this reaction from Frank...
Who could stand this!!
Samantha exploded with rage instantly, losing her reason. She jumped fiercely onto Frank's hospital bed, beating Frank violently while screaming, "Are you even human? I'm your daughter, how can you treat me like this!"
"I'll kill you! I'm going to kill you!!"
"..."
Frank, in his current condition, couldn't withstand this beating at all. Immediately, his old face twisted in pain, and he also got angry, fighting back with one hand while roaring, "You crazy woman, stop it!!"
"Get lost! Fxxk you!"
"..."
The situation in the ward took a sharp turn for the worse.
Just at this moment, Debbie, who had been dumbfounded for quite a while, finally reacted. Anxious, she rushed behind Samantha, grabbed one of Samantha's legs, and tried to drag Samantha away. "Stop! You stop! Don't hit Frank, you'll kill him!!"
"..."
Debbie also screamed.
Hearing Debbie's scream and feeling her leg being pulled by Debbie, the enraged Samantha turned her head sharply to look at Debbie.
Looking at her, Samantha instantly realized a fact: that this little girl, Debbie, had known the truth all along and actually cooperated with Frank to trick her!
"Fxxk you!!!"
"You little bitch! So young, yet you can do such shameless things!"
Realizing this fact, Samantha roared decisively, then kicked fiercely at Debbie.
This kick was very accurate, hitting Debbie right in the face.
Debbie was still small and couldn't withstand the force. She was kicked backward immediately, hitting the wall, tears coming out from the pain.
Having kicked Debbie away, Samantha turned back to continue beating Frank.
Frank only had one hand and couldn't block it. Being beaten to death, he had to curse loudly and call for security.
Just at this moment, a nurse and two black security guards rushed in together.
Seeing this scene, the two black security guards didn't waste time. They immediately stepped forward, grabbing Samantha's arms on the left and right, and dragged Samantha forcefully out of the ward.
Seeing his mom being taken away, the pure intellectually disabled Chuckie, who had been standing in the corner without reaction, finally moved, lifting his feet to follow them out.
Not long after.
Samantha was kicked out of the hospital.
Inside the ward.
Frank cursed non-stop. At the same time, he took the opportunity to use what just happened to demand more meds from the nurse.
As for Debbie getting kicked and her nose bleeding...
Frank saw it, but acted as if he didn't, not mentioning a word. He either cursed or pestered the nurse for drugs.
Unfortunately, Debbie was also very stupid, completely failing to see how disgusting such behavior was. After rubbing her nose gently, she still went to Frank's side and asked with concern, "Daddy, are you okay?"
"How can I be okay? I was beaten up by that crazy woman! I'm dying of pain!!!" Frank replied grumpily, then shouted again at the nurse who was walking out, "You're just leaving like this! I'm dying of pain, do you have any humanity!"
"How can a cold-blooded person like you work in a hospital!"
"..."
The nurse didn't look back and walked out of the ward.
Everyone was gone... Frank roared a few more sentences before ending his shouting. After all, shouting more was useless.
Seeing Frank stop shouting, Debbie, who was really worried, hurriedly asked again, "Daddy, then what do we do now? Samantha isn't a match for you... I don't want you to die, what are we going to do?"
Listening to this, Frank felt Debbie was really noisy. His mouth moved, about to tell Debbie to shut up, but just as the words reached his lips, suddenly, he had another idea.
"We'll figure out the liver thing later."
"Now, Debbie, I'm really dying of pain. That bitch Samantha beat me up badly. I have to take meds."
"Go look around other wards. If you see meds, bring them to me. Remember to be careful, don't get caught."
Debbie: "??????"
Debbie was stunned first, then hesitated.
Tricking Samantha was one thing.
Helping Frank steal drugs was a completely different matter.
Tricking Samantha wouldn't send her back to juvie.
But getting caught stealing drugs, she would very likely be sent directly back to juvie.
One must know, she was only released early on parole; she wasn't truly free...
"Daddy, I'm still on parole right now. If I get caught, I'll be locked back up immediately..." Thinking for a moment, Debbie said with difficulty.
Frank didn't care. Without letting Debbie finish, he shouted, "Debbie, are you willing to watch your dad die of pain?"
"Do you not love me?"
"You're not willing to do such a small thing for me?"
Debbie: "..."
Debbie was speechless, not knowing what to say.
Seeing Debbie's reaction, Frank immediately spoke again, enticing her, "Debbie, you're still young. Even if you're discovered taking meds, you just have to return them. They definitely won't call the police."
"Don't worry, I've done this kind of thing many times. I guarantee no problem."