The Gallagher House, second floor.
The intellectually disabled Chuckie covered Frank's mouth and nose with his chubby hands, not letting go.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Frank's consciousness faded bit by bit, feeling himself flying higher and higher.
Just at this moment, Debbie walked into the room. Seeing this scene at a glance, instantly, her head buzzed, simply unable to believe her eyes.
The next instant.
Debbie screamed out, "What the fxxk are you doing?"
The scream rang out. Debbie rushed in front of Chuckie in a few steps, without hesitation, swinging her fist and punching Chuckie.
Being a Gallagher, and having been tempered in juvenile detention, Debbie was quite fierce when it came to fighting.
Chuckie was knocked directly to the ground, stunned for a moment, then burst into tears.
Debbie didn't even look, hurriedly reaching out nervously and anxiously to check Frank's breathing.
Checked for two seconds, didn't feel any breathing...
Debbie's body shook, stiff all over, looking at Frank in disbelief, almost scared silly, unable to speak.
Five or six seconds passed.
Sammi, who was busy with housework on the first floor, rushed up hurriedly because she heard Debbie's scream and Chuckie's wailing.
Seeing Chuckie sitting on the floor crying, Sammi was heartbroken and hurriedly ran to Chuckie. "Baby, what happened? Why are you crying?"
"She hit me, it hurts," Chuckie cried, raising his hand to point at Debbie, accusing her.
Sammi was very protective of her child. Hearing this, her eyes widened instantly, questioning Debbie, "Debbie, why did you hit Chuckie?"
Hearing this, Debbie recovered a bit, turned to look at Chuckie, her eyes spitting fire.
At this moment, Debbie was convinced that Frank was suffocated to death by this retard Chuckie!
So.
Because deep down she really loved Frank at this time, Debbie couldn't hold back anymore. Losing most of her rationality, she ignored Sammi being right beside her and kicked fiercely at Chuckie!
"You killed Frank!! You killed Frank!!" Debbie kicked while crying.
Sammi really didn't expect Debbie to dare beat her precious son right in front of her. She instantly got anxious, decisively got up, grabbed Debbie's arm, and pulled Debbie forcefully to the side with a fling.
Debbie was just a child. Pulled by Sammi like this, she couldn't stand firm and fell on her butt to the ground.
The next second.
Debbie's rationality disappeared even more. She almost bounced up, her eyes red, rushing towards Chuckie again.
Having just been kicked a few times by Debbie, the pain worsened for Chuckie, who was already crying even harder. That face, which seemed to clearly have the word "retard" written on it, was full of tears.
Sammi watched, heartbroken beyond measure. At this moment, seeing Debbie actually still wanting to hit her son...
Sammi was angry. She reached out quickly and accurately, grabbing Debbie by the neck. "Debbie! Stop it! Chuckie is just a child..."
Sammi couldn't finish her sentence, interrupted by Fiona's roar as she rushed up frantically after hearing the commotion upon just arriving downstairs.
"Sammi, fxxk you!" Rushing up and seeing with her own eyes this bitch Sammi actually choking Debbie, Fiona went crazy instantly. Roaring, she charged wildly towards Sammi.
In the blink of an eye.
Fiona rushed in front of Sammi and slapped her.
Slap!
"Let go of Debbie!" Fiona roared.
The force of this slap wasn't small. Sammi felt her cheek burning. After being stunned for a moment, she immediately let go of Debbie and punched Fiona in the face!
Thump!
The sound of this punch was quite dull, the force even greater.
Fiona was knocked to the ground, beaten silly.
"You bitch, you dare hit me!!" Sammi had survived living aimlessly outside for so many years; when she really got fierce, she was indeed incredibly fierce.
Sammi roared, simultaneously sitting decisively on Fiona, slapping Fiona's face left and right.
Slap slap slap!
"You dare hit me? I'll beat you to death!!" Sammi roared ferociously.
Piercing pain attacked. Fiona snapped out of her daze and fought back immediately.
In no time, the half-sisters were wrestling together.
Debbie stood aside, scared silly, just standing blankly.
The intellectually disabled Chuckie had already stood up, holding snacks, acting as an onlooker, watching the drama with a focused face.
After a short while.
Frank, who was considered awakened by the noise, mustered his strength, opened his eyes slightly, and blurredly saw the scene of Fiona and Sammi fighting. He subconsciously curled his lips into a smile, finding it very interesting.
One minute, two minutes...
Fiona and Sammi's fight ended. Both were red-faced and panting, standing a little distance apart, glaring at each other.
Judging from their injuries, Sammi achieved an overwhelming victory in this battle.
Fiona didn't win. Feeling both cheeks swollen, she was so angry she almost exploded. "This is my house! Fxxk off!"
"You and your retarded son, get out!!"
"Never come to my house again!!"
Fiona roared furiously.
Sammi sneered and cursed back. "Screw you! You think I want to live here?"
"Your house is worse than a fxxking dog kennel!"
"My son is a retard? How much better are you guys?"
"Each one of you is like a fxxking mental patient, fxxk you!"
"Get out!!" When it came to arguing, Fiona was actually no match for Sammi either, screaming in anger.
"I'm leaving right now! You bunch of dumbasses, all go to fxxking hell!" Sammi roared back, then beckoned to Chuckie. "Chuckie, wait for me downstairs!"
Chuckie nodded and obediently walked out of the room.
Sammi turned to look at Frank, preparing to say goodbye to the dead Frank, but unexpectedly, their eyes met.
Frank was clearly still alive.
Sammi had really thought Frank was dead after hearing what Debbie said earlier. She was instantly pleasantly surprised. "Daddy, you're still alive? Great!"
Frank was already too weak to speak much, only able to blink in response.
Seeing this, Sammi smiled happily and brilliantly. Then, she squatted beside Frank. "I'll take you away from this dog kennel place, to my place. I will definitely take good care of you for this last journey."
Frank couldn't stand hearing this. Instantly, inexplicably gaining a bit of strength, his mouth moved several times, making a little sound. "I, I won't die. Go, go to the hospital!"
Sammi heard vaguely clearly and hurriedly nodded repeatedly. "Okay, okay, I'll take you to the hospital!"
Words spoken, Sammi didn't delay at all. Moving immediately, she exerted some effort, gritting her teeth to carry Frank on her back. Done, without looking at Debbie or Fiona, she walked out step by step.
Watching this scene, Debbie, who was also delighted that Frank was still alive, subconsciously lifted her foot to follow.
Fiona, whose anger had subsided a little, saw this and decisively took a step, reaching out to grab Debbie's arm. "Debbie."
Although Fiona only said this one word, Debbie understood what it meant. She bit her lip, stopped hesitantly, and didn't follow.
Even dying, Frank wasn't light.
Therefore, Sammi carried him with great difficulty, using almost all her strength to finally get down to the first floor and put Frank in the wheelchair.
"Daddy, hold on, we're going to the hospital right away!" Putting down Frank, Sammi let out a long sigh of relief first, then comforted Frank.
Frank's old face was pale, unable to move. Hearing this, as if by instinct, he moved his mouth again, his voice as faint as a mosquito. "Ding, Dexter!"
"Okay!" Sammi understood, nodded in response, then immediately took out her phone and called Carl.
The call connected quickly.
"Carl, this is Sammi. Frank is dying soon, might not make it to tonight. We need that money from Dexter. Call Dexter, okay?" Sammi spoke to Carl according to the plan discussed with Frank a few days ago.
Hearing this, Carl couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. "Okay."
After responding, Carl turned to look at Mickey beside him. "Mickey, can you drive me back? Frank seems to be really dying."
"Let's go!" Hearing this, Mickey agreed crisply without a second word.
The reason was simple.
Mickey had lost his father. At that time, even though he hated Terry in his heart, Mickey was still very sad and upset... Mickey knew the taste of losing a father.
Not long after, the two got in the car together. Mickey stomped on the gas and drove towards the Gallagher house.
In the car, Carl called Dexter as Sammi said.
Dexter was busy in Dex Restaurant. Seeing Carl's call, he immediately pressed answer.
Carl didn't hate Frank too much and quite hoped Frank could survive. Therefore, at this juncture, he didn't talk nonsense and went straight to the point. "Dexter, Sammi just called, said Frank is really dying, might not live past tonight. She wants to take Frank to the hospital, saying Frank is dying, the hospital must treat him, can't refuse..."
"Can you lend money to Frank for the surgery?"
Hearing this, Dexter immediately put down the kitchen knife in his hand. "Okay, where are you?"
Seeing Dexter agreed, Carl immediately became a bit happier. "On my way home."
"See you at your door," Dexter said crisply.
"Okay," Carl responded.
Dexter didn't waste more words, hung up the phone, and walked straight out. "Veronica, Vivian, I have to go out to handle something. Might not be able to open for lunch, wait for my call."
After speaking, Dexter greeted Bianca who was reading on the sofa. "Bianca, let's go."
Bianca didn't have so many issues. Hearing this, she moved immediately.
Soon, the two moved towards the Gallagher house.
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At the door of the Gallagher house.
Dexter and Carl arrived almost one after another. Then, they both saw Frank, Sammi, and Chuckie waiting in the front yard.
Sammi was waiting because Carl had called Sammi after making the call.
Seeing Frank again after many days, and seeing such a Frank radiating the aura of death all over, to be honest, Dexter looked and really felt a bit unbearable.
This didn't mean he forgot what a scumbag Frank was, but rather, he developed the compassion a normal person would have.
"Get him in the car, go to the hospital," after looking twice, Dexter said to Carl.
About five or six minutes later.
Two Mercedes cars sped away, rushing to the hospital.
First floor of the Gallagher house.
Debbie stood behind the window, watching helplessly, very sad, wanting very much to follow to the hospital, but ultimately couldn't harden her heart. So, she turned to Fiona, whose cheeks were both swollen by now. "Fiona, when Frank dies, we should be by his side."
"He is our father."
Fiona wasn't actually that heartless either. Hearing this, she looked at Debbie with complicated eyes.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
The image of Sammi choking Debbie earlier surfaced incomparably clearly in her mind.
Some things just changed like that.
Fiona dared not imagine what would happen to Debbie, Carl, and Liam once she left tomorrow.
If that shameless bitch Sammi forcibly moved in after she left... what would happen?
Debbie might be hurt by that bitch Sammi again...
Fiona couldn't accept such a thing happening.
It is worth mentioning that not long ago, Fiona already learned from Debbie what happened, knowing it was Debbie who hit that retard Chuckie first...
But, so what?
That retard Chuckie wasn't family; Debbie was family!!
And for Fiona, family was more important than anything else!
Just like that, Fiona completely made up her mind.
Regardless of how many shitty things happened before, family is family, so, not leaving!
Fiona took a deep breath and blinked. "Alright, Frank is family after all."
Hearing this, Debbie immediately nodded with an excited smile.
"We'll take Jimmy's car," Fiona said again.
Not long after.
Fiona holding Liam, together with Debbie, left the Gallagher house and arrived beside Jimmy's car.
Jimmy was already waiting in the car because he had received Fiona's call.
Soon.
Jimmy drove toward the hospital.
Debbie had just called Carl and knew which hospital Frank went to.
In the car.
Fiona held Liam, sitting in the back seat, looking at Jimmy with complicated eyes.
To be honest, was there guilt?
Yes, but not much!
Because Fiona believed Jimmy would definitely understand.
As for saying, if Jimmy didn't understand...
Then forget it. A Jimmy who couldn't understand this kind of thing wasn't what she wanted.
Mm, little fairies (entitled women) are all like this, no problem.
Time flew, hospital parking lot.
Got out of the car.
Fiona handed Liam to Debbie. "Debbie, you take Liam in first. I have to tell Jimmy something."
Debbie looked at Fiona and Jimmy a bit puzzled, but ultimately didn't speak, obediently holding Liam and leaving.
Jimmy wasn't stupid. He had already sensed Fiona was off before. Now hearing such words, he silently took out a cigarette, lit one, and proactively spoke up. "You're not going to Michigan anymore, right?"
Fiona nodded directly. "I can't go. You don't know what happened. I went home and saw Sammi choking Debbie..."
Fiona habitually explained herself with what she thought were valid reasons, giving Jimmy no chance to speak at all.
Then, logically and reasonably, Fiona didn't apologize.
After listening, Jimmy suddenly realized he was very calm, with not much fluctuation in his heart.
Jimmy took a drag of his cigarette and smiled slightly. "Mm, I can understand, but I have to go, you understand, right."
Fiona was speechless for a moment: "..."