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Inside the hospital ward.
The facts proved that when it came to persuading people, Frank was absolutely god-tier. At the same time, it also proved that at her age, no matter what she had been through, Debbie was still a fool.
Debbie bit her lip. Having been convinced, she finally nodded and agreed.
"Daddy, I'll go try. But if I can't get them, don't blame me."
His goal achieved, Frank immediately grinned. "I believe in your abilities. Go!"
Debbie braced herself and walked out, leaving Frank's ward to begin her pill-stealing operation.
At the same time.
Samantha, who had been kicked out of the hospital earlier, was furious, but she hadn't left. She sat under a large tree with Chuckie.
Samantha cursed and swore for a while, venting her anger. Once she was done, she thought of Frank...
Frank was her long-lost biological father...
And she had always wanted a dad...
Now that her biological dad had appeared, was she just going to walk away like this?
Thinking and thinking, her longing for a father gradually drowned out her anger. Samantha turned to look in the direction of Frank's ward. She wanted to go back and try to interact with Frank normally. At least, she had to try once.
Having made up her mind, Samantha asked Chuckie, "Chuckie, Frank is your grandpa. What do you say we go back and give him a chance?"
Chuckie was intellectually disabled; how could he understand any of this? He nodded with a dull expression. "Okay."
Samantha smiled, reached out, and patted Chuckie's head. She thought for a moment. "But not right now. We have to wait a bit longer. We'll go in the evening, otherwise, he'll look down on us."
"Okay," Chuckie responded again.
The smile on Samantha's face grew brighter. She felt her son was truly wonderful.
The mother and son sat in the shade of the tree just like that, waiting for the evening to arrive.
---
Outside the back door of Jimmy's newly rented house.
Jimmy lit a cigarette. He was on the phone with the University of Michigan, inquiring about re-enrollment.
A few minutes flashed by.
Jimmy hung up the phone.
The result was exactly as he had expected: he had to go back to the University of Michigan. He couldn't go to another university.
The good news was that the school agreed to let him re-enroll.
Putting away his phone, Jimmy sighed silently.
He wanted to take Fiona with him. In fact, even if he had to take Liam along, he wouldn't mind.
But he knew in his heart that the hope was very slim.
After all, the relationship between Fiona and those kids could be described as pathological.
Thinking this over, Jimmy finished his cigarette and decided to make an effort. He took out his phone again and called his dad to discuss the matter of their family having dinner with Fiona.
Fiona had brought this up before, and he hadn't forgotten.
The discussion went very smoothly. Whether it was Jimmy's dad, Ned, or his mom, they both readily agreed.
It didn't take long to settle the matter.
Jimmy turned and went back into the house. Finding Fiona, whose expression was still somewhat gloomy, he smiled. "It's arranged."
Fiona was stunned for a moment. "What's arranged?"
"The thing about meeting my family," Jimmy replied with a smile. "I talked to them. The time isn't set yet; it depends on when you're free."
Hearing these words.
Meeting Jimmy's parents was no small matter. At least, for Fiona, it wasn't a small matter.
Instantly, Fiona's mood improved a bit. She subconsciously smiled at Jimmy. "Dinner?"
Jimmy nodded. "Yeah."
"Then let's do tomorrow night. A little early, how about 5:30?" Fiona thought for a moment and said.
"Should be no problem. I'll ask them," Jimmy replied.
"Okay," Fiona responded.
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Time flew by, and unknowingly, evening arrived.
Outside the hospital.
Samantha, who had waited until now, checked the time. Feeling it was appropriate, she beckoned to Chuckie. "Chuckie, let's go. We're going to see your grandpa."
Chuckie obediently stood up and followed Samantha.
Inside the ward.
Debbie had ultimately failed to steal any drugs. Frank was very disappointed and hadn't spoken to Debbie for quite a while.
Debbie sat on a stool, her face full of sorrow, looking very heartbroken.
At this time, the nurse in charge of Frank—who absolutely loathed him—walked in. In a strictly business-like manner, she handed the discharge notice to Frank. "Mr. Gallagher, it's time. You need to be discharged."
Frank didn't even look at the notice. He had long made up his mind: he was absolutely not leaving. He was going to squat right here.
Frank had thought it through very clearly.
What would happen if he was discharged?
Those little brats might not even let him inside the house, let alone take care of him or feed him.
It was better to stay here. These damn doctors and nurses, no matter what, couldn't just watch him die.
"I'm injured so badly, how can I be discharged?"
"I'm not leaving! If you force me to discharge, I will sue you!"
Frank said it with absolute finality.
Hearing these words, naturally, the nurse's disgust for Frank deepened. The word "disgust" was practically written on her face.
"Mr. Gallagher, please cooperate with us. Don't make me call security," the nurse said coldly.
Frank was shameless; how could he be scared by such a small threat? He immediately sneered, "You want me to die? I'm injured this badly, and you want to kick me out, and you even ask me to cooperate with you?"
"What a joke!"
"Call security then! Let's see what you can do!"
After listening, the nurse couldn't be bothered to waste another second on Frank. She immediately turned and walked out of the ward, shouting, "Security, come here!"
Two nearby security guards heard her and didn't delay, marching quickly to the nurse.
"Trouble you to escort Mr. Gallagher out of the hospital. It's time for his discharge," the nurse said.
The two security guards nodded together, then strode to Frank's bedside, preparing to physically lift him out.
Seeing this.
Frank panicked and started screaming and shouting. "What are you doing? Are you people even human!! Ah, don't touch me, don't touch me..."
Frank screamed, using his remaining left hand to grip the bed railing with a death grip, refusing to leave.
"This is murder! I'm going to sue you! I'm going to sue all of you!"
"Ah!! Help! Murder! Murder!"
"..."
The two security guards had worked at this hospital for a long time and had seen a lot of the world, witnessing all kinds of weirdos.
But someone like Frank? They truly hadn't seen one before.
All of a sudden, the ward was in complete chaos.
Just then, Samantha arrived with Chuckie.
In no time at all, due to Samantha's mental instability, the level of chaos in the ward skyrocketed logically.
Samantha stood firmly on Frank's side, screaming non-stop.
Helpless, the nurse had to summon more security guards.
The commotion lasted for about seven or eight minutes.
Finally.
Frank and Samantha, along with Debbie and Chuckie, were tossed out of the hospital's back door like garbage.
"Motherfxxker! You bunch of bastards, I'm a patient..." Frank was still cursing loudly.
Samantha was the same. "Fxxk you!! You have no humanity..."
You really had to hand it to them; at this moment, Samantha and Frank truly looked like they were stamped from the same mold.
Very interesting.