2118 North Wallace Street.
The fact was, Dexter never intended to let Frank die just like that.
He even thought today that he should find time to make arrangements, such as an anonymous donation or something, to give Frank a chance to survive.
After all, Frank was only missing one arm. What was that?
According to his plan, to put it exaggeratedly, he would eventually turn Frank into a "human swine" (a limbless torso), making Frank a legend in the South Side for decades to come...
So, Carl wanted to borrow money for Frank's treatment?
This was just too perfect.
However, this money couldn't just be lent out simply...
Dexter rolled his eyes, thought of a good idea, smiled at Carl, and nodded. "Carl, since you asked, I can lend this money."
"But, considering the money I lent your family last time hasn't been paid back a single cent... this time, the money can't be lent casually."
"How about this, you're still young... let Fiona come. We'll make it formal and write an IOU."
"Once the IOU is written, I'll give the money immediately. As for repayment, three or five years is no problem, no rush."
"Go back and tell Frank."
Carl's IQ wasn't high enough to see the problem here. After listening, he nodded simply. "Okay, thanks. I'll go back and tell him. Bye."
After speaking, Carl ran home quickly.
Dexter watched him, unable to help but smile brilliantly, believing that this move would definitely throw the Gallagher house into chaos and leave them no peace.
Thinking this, Dexter turned around cheerfully and entered the house.
Carl ran all the way home, rushed directly to Frank, and repeated Dexter's words to him.
Frank actually didn't have much hope before. He didn't expect Dexter to really be willing to lend so much money. His eyes immediately lit up, and his ugly face was full of excitement. "Where's Fiona? Go find Fiona quickly and tell her to go see Dexter!"
Hearing this, Carl subconsciously looked toward the back of the house. "Fiona should have gone to work by now. We can only find her tomorrow morning."
"Fxxk!" Frank was truly afraid of death. Hearing this, he immediately cursed unhappily, "Then call her and tell her, otherwise by tomorrow, you might forget."
Carl didn't object to this. He immediately took out his phone and called Fiona.
Because of Jimmy's plan to go to Michigan, Fiona was in a very irritable mood, forcing a smile to deal with customers while suppressing her annoyance.
Her phone rang.
Fiona took out her phone and saw it was Carl calling. She immediately thought something had happened at home and hurriedly pressed answer.
In a short while, after listening to what Carl said...
Fiona instinctively bit her lip hard, becoming even more irritable. She immediately replied without hesitation, "Impossible!! I will absolutely not borrow so much money from Dexter for Frank!"
"Don't even think about it!"
Carl's brain was very simple. He hadn't expected Fiona to refuse so bluntly and didn't understand at all. "Why?"
"Frank needs money, otherwise he'll die."
"You just need to go write an IOU. When Frank gets better, Frank will pay the money back."
"Heh," Fiona laughed. "Impossible. Frank will absolutely not pay the money back. If I do this for him, my life is over!"
"Carl, you are not allowed to borrow money from Dexter either!"
"If Frank is going to die, let him die. Don't worry about him!"
Carl was stunned, and then his small face turned black bit by bit. He had the impulse to curse at Fiona but held it back...
Fiona waited for a few seconds. Hearing no words from Carl, she spoke up, her tone softening a bit to explain, "Carl, you have to understand, it's not that I'm happy to see Frank die, but..."
Beep beep beep~~~
Carl couldn't be bothered to listen to Fiona's rambling. He hung up the phone without a word, put it away, and looked at Frank. "She won't do it."
The words came out.
Before Frank could start cursing, Debbie, who wasn't too surprised by this result, spoke up first. "Fiona is a cold-blooded bitch. Of course she won't do it. she wishes Frank would die tomorrow!"
Frank agreed with this very much and hurriedly spoke up. "Debbie, well said. Fiona is a bitch."
"But, for now, she is a very useful bitch."
"Carl, Debbie, you both don't want me to die, right?"
Carl and Debbie nodded together.
"You guys are still the best. Then listen carefully. You must pester Fiona, coax Fiona, make her change her mind and go to Dexter to borrow money, otherwise I'm really dead."
"Do you understand?"
Frank said this all in one breath.
Debbie was smarter than Carl and nodded decisively. "Daddy, I understand. I will try hard. When Fiona comes back from work, I'll go find her."
"I'll go too," Carl agreed, although he didn't quite understand.
"You guys are so good. Daddy is counting on you," Frank said with a smile. After speaking, he rolled his eyes and looked at Carl. "Carl, I need you to do me another small favor."
"Go ahead," Carl answered very simply.
"Daddy hurts all over. Until I can have the surgery, I need a lot of weed and meds, otherwise I'll die of pain," Frank said pitifully. "Can you lend me a little money? When I get better, I'll pay you back."
Hearing this, Carl didn't think much and immediately took out all the money in his pocket and handed it to Frank. "I only have this much. All for you."
Frank glanced at the money Carl handed over. With just one glance, he could tell roughly how much it was, and thus knew the amount was wrong, confirming Carl had other money.
The next second, Frank reached out with his remaining left hand, took the money, looked it over pretentiously, stuffed it into his pocket, and said pitifully again, "Carl, you've worked for so long, and you only have a little over a hundred dollars?"
"Daddy is dying. Money isn't as important as Daddy's life."
"Where is your other money?"
Carl fell silent after listening.
The fact was, Carl did have more money, another fifteen hundred dollars.
Carl had buried this money, planning to save it for when he found a girlfriend later.
Carl had even thought about what kind of girlfriend he wanted—someone like Bianca.
In Carl's limited cognition, there was no better woman than Bianca.
Therefore.
That fifteen hundred dollars couldn't be used.
Carl's thinking was just that simple, so he shook his head at Frank. "Gone. Just this much money."
Hearing this, Frank opened his mouth to curse at Carl, but thinking that he still had to rely on Carl to persuade Fiona to borrow money from Dexter, he had to hold back and patiently pretended to be generous.
A few minutes later.
Carl went upstairs.
At this time, the extremely love-starved Samantha spoke to Frank. "Daddy, maybe I can go find Dexter and try? I'm Carl's sister, and I'm an adult."
"I'll write an IOU to Dexter and ask him to lend money to me."
"If I don't have money to pay back later, whatever he wants to do, I don't care."
Frank was delighted hearing this. "Good, you go try. Remember to show off your charm. He's a man."
The meaning in these words wasn't complicated.
Frank wanted Samantha to find a way to fxxk Dexter.
Samantha understood instantly. Then, it's worth mentioning that not only did she not feel this operation was disgusting, but she also immediately puffed out her chest proudly and smiled. "Okay, then I have to go take a shower and change clothes."
Saying that, Samantha turned to Debbie. "Debbie, where is the bathroom? Are there any clothes in the house I can wear?"
Debbie half-understood, but still nodded nimbly, then hurriedly got up. "Upstairs. Follow me."
Debbie didn't want Frank to die, so even though she didn't quite understand, she was very willing to help.
Time flew by.
The female version of Frank, Comrade Samantha, washed herself thoroughly, changed into a bodycon dress of Fiona's that Debbie found, and then went downstairs with her head held high.
Interestingly.
Most of Fiona's dresses were very slutty.
Under this premise, Samantha, who already wanted to appear slutty and specifically didn't wear underwear, naturally appeared even sluttier, simply looking like a cheap streetwalker.
And one must know, many men in the South Side liked this style of woman.
Seeing such a Samantha, bad thoughts immediately flooded Frank's mind.
After thinking for two seconds, Frank, who had a tiny bit of a bottom line, hurriedly looked away, forcing himself not to think wild thoughts anymore.
"Daddy, watch me go handle Dexter!" Samantha said with a confident smile.
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2118 North Wallace Street.
Thump, thump, thump~~
A knock on the door sounded.
Hearing it, Dexter got up to open the door.
Opening the door to look, good lord, Samantha was dressed like a hooker, running over to knock on the door. What did she want?
Dexter had no interest in having any interaction with this woman Samantha, so he spoke first decisively, "I didn't call for a hooker. Did you get the wrong address?"
Samantha: "????"
Samantha was stunned directly by these words.
Inside the house, Bianca, sitting on the sofa, also heard it and was also startled. Immediately after, she hurriedly ran to Dexter's side and looked at Samantha.
Samantha snapped back to reality, a bit unhappy. "Mr. Ding, you really know how to joke. Look at me, how do I look like a hooker?"
"Everywhere," Dexter said unceremoniously.
Bianca nodded repeatedly, expressing agreement.
Watching Dexter and Bianca singing in harmony, Samantha really wanted to explode. She had to take a silent deep breath, hold it back, keep smiling, and say, "Mr. Ding, I'm really not a hooker. I'm Frank's daughter, Carl's sister. My name is Samantha."
Dexter pretended not to believe it and raised his eyebrows. "How come I didn't know Carl had a sister like you?"
"It's like this," Samantha hurriedly explained.
After listening, Dexter grinned. "Frank really is a scumbag, actually treating you like an organ factory."
A clear look of disgust appeared on Bianca's face; she felt Frank was truly disgusting.
Samantha hurriedly shook her head, defending Frank. "It's not like that..."
Listening to her, Dexter truly felt that the woman in front of him needed to see a psychiatrist for proper treatment.
In fact.
Every single one of the Gallaghers next door should do the same.
"Sorry, we have things to do. What do you want from me?" Dexter had no interest in listening to Samantha ramble on. As soon as Samantha finished defending, he asked.
Hearing this, Samantha deliberately puffed out her "canteen."
What?
Bianca was right in front of her?
Doesn't matter. Samantha didn't mind playing together at all; she didn't think it was anything.
As a woman, Bianca clearly saw Samantha's move and understood the meaning. Instantly, she really wanted to just slam the door. Screw this.
Puffing out her chest, only then did Samantha explain her purpose.
Dexter shook his head decisively and refused. "Sorry, I don't know you. If you want to borrow money, only Fiona can come."
After speaking, Dexter reached out to close the door. "Sorry, we have things to do. Bye."
Bam.
The door closed.
Samantha was fuming.
Damn it.
Took all that effort to shower and change clothes, and it was useless. If she had known, she wouldn't have bothered!
Samantha gritted her teeth, turned around angrily, and left.
Returning to the Gallagher house, Samantha reported the result to Frank apologetically.
Frank was very disappointed but didn't show it. Instead, he encouraged her, "It's okay, it's not your fault. With that Bianca by his side, it's normal he didn't take the bait."
"Wait until Bianca isn't there, then go try again. I guarantee it will work!"
"Okay," Samantha felt that should be the case and nodded in agreement.
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The Jackson House.
Sometimes, some impulses really couldn't be suppressed.
Sheila was truly too lonely. So, hearing Jody coming downstairs, she immediately turned her head to look at him.
She saw Jody, with his six-pack abs, wearing only a pair of boxers, slowly walking downstairs.
Seeing this, Sheila swallowed subconsciously, her heart surging. Immediately after, her gaze naturally fell to where it shouldn't have fallen.
Jody was an idiot. Although he noticed Sheila staring, he didn't think much of it and greeted Sheila very naturally. "Sheila, it's already late. Not resting yet?"
Hearing this, Sheila swallowed and shook her head. "Not sleepy yet. You?"
"Karen wants water. I came to get two bottles of drinks," Jody replied.
Hearing this, Sheila immediately got up, walked quickly to the fridge, took two bottles of purified water, turned, and walked toward Jody. "Here."
"Thanks," Jody took the water and thanked Sheila with a smile.
Looking at Jody up close, Sheila's heart beat faster uncontrollably, and her breathing was a bit heavy. "Your body is really nice. Do you work out?"
Jody gently flipped his flowing long hair. "Didn't work out intentionally, it just became like this naturally."
"So good," Sheila's eyes were getting weird. "I've never seen such a great body before. Amazing."
Although Jody was an idiot, he truly had experience with countless women.
Seeing Sheila like this, Jody understood. Then, he pitched a slight tent.
"Ah!" Sheila saw it clearly and exclaimed, hurriedly covering her mouth, but her eyes became obviously glazed.
Jody didn't leave. He smiled faintly and didn't speak.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Sheila snapped back to reality and, embarrassed, immediately ran quickly to the sofa.
Jody chuckled, didn't make a sound, and turned to go upstairs.
Back in Karen's room, Jody handed the water to Karen. "Your mom is still downstairs, not sleeping."
Karen nodded. "She'll probably sleep in a while."
Jody sat next to Karen and reached out his hand. "Let's play."
Karen felt uncomfortable. "Handle it yourself. This baby is making me feel a bit bad."
"Alright," Jody was very disappointed, and naturally thought of Sheila.