The Hospital, Parking Lot.
Women are truly fascinating creatures.
And "little fairies" like Fiona are the most fascinating among them.
Fiona had guessed beforehand that Jimmy would still have to go to Michigan, but she held onto the hope that Jimmy would decisively give up and choose to stay.
So much so that hearing Jimmy say this, Fiona instinctively felt unhappy, her face turning dark.
The term "emotionally stable" really had little to do with Fiona.
Seeing Fiona's face darken with his own eyes, Jimmy subconsciously smiled bitterly, his mood rather complicated.
For a moment, the two just looked at each other, neither speaking.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
"Mm, I understand. You go," Fiona replied with a sarcastic tone. "I'm going to see Frank."
After speaking, not giving Jimmy a chance to say anything, Fiona lifted her feet and left, walking briskly.
Jimmy didn't rush to follow. Leaning against the car with a complicated mood, smoking, watching Fiona's retreating figure, he couldn't help but feel a bit mentally exhausted.
A woman like Fiona, how many men could stand her?
If it were a man with a slightly more violent temper... Fiona would probably get beaten three times a day.
Thinking this, Jimmy couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.
Before long.
After finishing the cigarette in a few puffs, as Fiona's super simp, Jimmy followed her into the hospital after all.
The Hospital Emergency Room.
Frank's breathing was already so weak it was almost imperceptible.
Dexter was communicating with the doctor who had received Frank.
Calling it communication was just putting it nicely.
Seeing Frank might kick the bucket at any moment, the hospital had to treat him... of course, considering treatment also depended on the situation... for example, treat him a little, Frank dies... you tell me if he was treated or not.
So, Dexter's communication with the doctor, simply put, was that he would bear all of Frank's medical expenses.
However, even so, the doctor didn't fully agree, only saying he would check for a liver source immediately.
Dexter didn't force it, nor could he.
The doctor left.
Dexter returned to Carl's side, waiting quietly, believing Frank could survive... After all, as the protagonist of this show, plus being tougher than a cockroach... it wasn't time for Frank to die yet.
At this time, Fiona walked in. Seeing Dexter at a glance, a very punchable expression appeared on her face instantly... At least, for Dexter, this expression was very punchable.
Seeing this expression, and more importantly, seeing Fiona's red and swollen cheeks, Dexter smiled and changed his mind a bit.
After so long...
Fiona was still so arrogant, with such a big temper...
Maybe it was time to give this woman some physical torture.
Fiona hated Dexter very much. She looked at him once, then withdrew her gaze, walked to Debbie's side, and looked at Frank lying on the hospital bed with Debbie.
Frank was motionless, his body emitting a rotting stench, quite disgusting.
Just like that.
Dexter and the group watched quietly, as if keeping vigil.
Silence reigned in the ward.
Before long, Jimmy came in, not breaking the silence.
After quite a while, Fiona frowned slightly, diverted her attention a bit, hesitated again and again, but finally took out her phone and sent a text message to Lip, who was working at the burger joint.
Lip actually had a very heavy shadow of Frank on him, especially in the aspect of unwilling to work steadily and hating ordinary jobs...
Having worked at the burger joint for these days, Lip genuinely felt more and more irritable the more he worked, feeling that the vast majority of colleagues and customers were fxxking idiots, feeling he didn't belong here at all.
At this moment, Lip was serving a customer who was actually really stupid. He was so angry at this stupid customer that he really had the urge to beat someone up.
However, Lip needed this job, needed money, so he could only endure desperately.
Ding-a-ling.
The phone rang once.
Hearing it, Lip didn't look, just gritted his teeth and continued dealing with the stupid customer.
Dealing with it for about a minute, just as Lip was about to explode with anger, finally, the problem was solved, and the stupid customer left.
Lip cursed viciously and silently at the stupid customer's back, then took out his phone.
Glancing at the text from Fiona, Lip was more or less stunned. Then, after a few seconds of silence, he replied: [I have to work, not going.]
Fiona had actually anticipated this result.
But, as always, no matter how much of a bastard, how much of a scumbag Frank was, Frank was family after all, and family should stick together.
[He is our father after all, last time to see him, sure you won't look?] Fiona asked, frowning even tighter.
[In my heart, he died long ago, not going,] Lip replied instantly.
Fiona's heart sank reading this, and she tried to persuade him again.
Back and forth, after sending a dozen text messages, Lip simply stopped replying.
Fiona was helpless. After another struggle, she chose to send a text to Ian, informing him of Frank's situation.
Very reasonably, Ian didn't reply.
Time flew.
Suddenly, just like in the original plot, five or six nurses ran into the ward hurriedly, wanting to take Frank to the operating room.
Seeing this.
Sammi, who didn't know what happened, asked hurriedly, "What's wrong? Where are you taking him?"
"He's getting a new liver, we're taking him for surgery!" one of the nurses replied while pushing the hospital bed.
Hearing this.
Sammi was confused at first, then immediately started screaming excitedly.
Debbie followed closely behind.
Carl didn't scream, but a smile appeared on his face.
Seeing this, Dexter reached out and rubbed Carl's head. "Frank is really lucky. Now you can rest assured."
Carl looked up at Dexter. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. It's getting late. I'll go pay some deposit, then I have to go back to the restaurant. Call me when paying the balance," Dexter said to Carl.
Carl nodded heavily. "Okay."
At this time.
Hearing Dexter was going to pay, Sammi, who hadn't forgotten Frank's plan, lit up her eyes and hurriedly walked quickly to Dexter's side, blocking Dexter's way, deliberately speaking in a coquettish manner, "Mr. Ding, let me go pay for you. You don't need to worry about such a small matter, just give me the money..."
Dexter was amused hearing this. "Samantha, right."
Sammi nodded with a smile. "Mm."
"Your plan, or rather, the plan of you and Frank should be, let me give you the money, then don't pay the medical fees, keep the money, right," Dexter said unceremoniously.
Hearing this, the smile on Sammi's face instantly became somewhat stiff. Then, she hurriedly shook her head to deny, "No, how could I do such a thing."
Dexter smiled. "You are truly a Gallagher. Even after not seeing Frank for so many years, you are still almost as shameless as Frank."
Hearing this.
Sammi was instantly unhappy, opening her mouth to retort.
Unexpectedly, the even more unhappy Fiona beat her to it. With a dark face, she questioned fiercely, "What do you mean by that? What's wrong with the Gallagher family?"
Look, what a character Fiona had.
Dexter grinned. "What's wrong with the Gallagher family? You don't think the Gallagher reputation is that good, do you?"
"Except for Carl, you Gallaghers... hehe."
As soon as these words came out.
From a certain perspective, Dexter had almost provoked public anger.
Fiona, Sammi, and Debbie, these three Gallaghers, glared at Dexter in unison.
At the same time.
Knowing Dexter wasn't as he appeared on the surface, Jimmy was genuinely a bit panicked.
The next instant.
Jimmy hurriedly tried to dissuade Fiona in panic, "Fiona, stop talking, what's important now is Frank..."
Fiona wasn't a woman who listened to advice easily. Being mocked to her face by Dexter with a smile like this, how could she endure it? "Fxxk you! Who do you think you are!"
"What right do you have to judge us from a high horse?"
"..."
Sammi quickly chimed in and started cursing too. "Don't think you're amazing just because you have a little money..."
"I look down on scumbags like you the most."
"..."
The two half-sisters cursed energetically, one sentence after another.
Dexter listened with a smile, not interrupting.
"Very good, scolded very well. Then, get ready to move," Dexter smiled, dropped this sentence, turned around, and left.
Fiona was instantly dumbfounded. Then, realizing what happened, she roared, "We have a contract!"
"Hehe," Dexter didn't look back, sneering, "I'm preparing to sell the house. Talk to the new owner about the contract issue. None of my business."
"..." Fiona was muted, then panicked. In a flash, she was panicking messily, "..."
Dexter wants to sell the house? Sell to whom?
What if the new owner didn't care about that rental contract?
Where would kids like Lip live?
Driven by panic, at this moment, Fiona regretted it and hated Dexter beyond measure.
At this time.
Sammi, who didn't know the Gallagher house was owned by Dexter yet, asked Fiona puzzledly, "Fiona, what does he mean?"
Having just had a fight not long ago, Fiona couldn't be bothered to waste words with Sammi, not even looking at her.
Seeing this, Mickey shook his head speechlessly. Too lazy to waste time with these Gallaghers, he spoke to Carl, "Carl, I'm leaving too. Call me if anything."
Carl was a bit confused by what just happened and hadn't reacted yet. He nodded blankly.
Mickey didn't say more, lifted his feet, and left quickly.
To be honest, Jimmy wanted to follow and leave too, but unfortunately he couldn't. Very helpless.
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Time flew.
Outside the operating room.
Trying to sort out her thoughts and solve the Dexter problem herself, Fiona ultimately couldn't think of any good way. She had to get up and walk to an empty place nearby, then call Lip to seek his help.
Lip happened to be eating lunch and answered the phone. "Frank died?"
"No," Fiona shook her head, recounted Frank's progress, then said, "That's not why I called you. Something happened here."
The Gallagher family always had all kinds of things happening.
Lip was basically used to it, but hearing such words, his heart still tightened subconsciously. "What happened?"
Fiona recounted the matter of her arguing with Dexter in a solemn tone.
Listening and listening, Lip frowned tighter and tighter. By the time she finished, his heart had sunk to the bottom of the valley.
That bullet last time, that experience, truly brought Lip massive fear...
Lip didn't want to die; he was truly afraid of Dexter.
As a result, now...
Fiona scolded Dexter furiously to his face????
Would Dexter tolerate such a thing?
What would Dexter do next? Have someone kidnap Fiona, take her to some deserted place, give Fiona a bullet? Or chop off one of Fiona's arms??
The more Lip thought, the more afraid he became, and his breathing became heavier and heavier, unable to speak.
Fiona waited for a few seconds. Not getting a response, she spoke up puzzledly, "Lip?"
Hearing this, Lip snapped back to reality. "Why did you do that?"
"..." Fiona was a bit confused. "He said those things about our Gallagher family, I couldn't stand it."
"..." Lip was speechless again.
The fact was, Lip could understand Fiona's behavior.
But what use was understanding?
"Fiona, go apologize to him as soon as possible. No matter what, make him stop being angry," Lip felt his head was about to explode. "We can't afford to provoke him."
"????" Fiona really didn't understand. "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"
Lip took a deep breath. Hesitating again and again, he finally decided to tell the experience of that day. "I'll tell you something. You promise not to tell anyone else."
"Okay, tell me," Fiona agreed very crisply.
Lip didn't waste time and recounted that experience as concisely as possible.
After listening.
With absolutely nothing wrong with the logic, Fiona, whose courage was actually small but temper was big, was directly terrified. She felt cold all over, as if falling into an ice cave, her whole person stiff.
"Although I don't have evidence, I'm certain it was the people he hired who did that to me," Lip said again. "Fiona, go apologize. Otherwise, at best you'll lose an arm or a leg, at worst you'll lose your life!"
Thump.
Lose her life???
Jesus Christ!!!
How could Fiona stand this? She almost peed her pants in fear. Immediately after, she instinctively refused to accept it. "We have laws, police. How dare he..."
"Laws and police are useless. We have no evidence. Calling the police is useless!" Lip suddenly emphasized his tone. "Fiona! Absolutely cannot call the police, cannot tell this to anyone! Did you hear me clearly?"
Fiona was already out of her wits. "Okay, okay..."
"That's it then. Go apologize as soon as possible! Beg for his forgiveness!" Lip emphasized.
"Okay..." Fiona replied numbly.
Lip didn't say more and hung up the phone.
Beep beep beep~~~
Accompanied by the beep, Fiona froze in place for quite a while before barely calming down a little. Then, taking a deep breath, she turned and greeted Jimmy. "Jimmy, take me somewhere."
Hearing this, the simp Jimmy hurriedly got up. "Okay."
Not long after.
The two got into the car.
Jimmy was a simp, but not an idiot. Of course, he saw that Fiona seemed to be severely frightened, out of her mind. He was puzzled. "What's wrong with you?"
Fiona shook her head subconsciously. "Don't ask. Go to Dex Restaurant."
Jimmy: "????? To do what?"
"Apologize to Dexter. Drive quickly," Fiona replied weakly.
Jimmy: "????"