Inside the Gallagher house, Fiona quickly learned from Debbie what had happened. "Where are the bills?"
"In the living room," Debbie pointed meekly.
Following Debbie's finger, Fiona saw the pile. Without hesitation, she stomped over to them.
Ten minutes later.
Fiona had roughly tallied the total amount of the bills.
The joy of receiving the windfall just moments ago was completely wiped out. Fiona went ballistic. Her face was a mess of ugly rage as she whipped her head around to glare at Frank—who looked a little guilty, but only just a little.
"Over eight thousand dollars!! Over eight thousand dollars!!"
"Frank! What the hell have you done?!"
Frank grinned stiffly, trying to tough it out. "I didn't use your name."
Looking at Frank act like this, the anger in Fiona's chest erupted like a volcano. "Well, I thank you so fcking much! You ruined the credit for Lip and the other five..."
Fiona unleashed a torrent of screaming.
Frank listened, looked at Fiona for two seconds, and, true to his nature, decided to double down. "You're exaggerating. The five of them together only owe the bank about eight grand. The bank isn't going to do anything over such a small amount."
"Besides, since when has anyone in the Gallagher family cared about credit? Are you even a Gallagher..."
Frank spoke with self-righteous confidence, his twisted logic pouring out one excuse after another.
Fiona listened until her anger transcended rage. She shot up, rushed in front of Frank, and violently shook the handful of bills in his face. "You shut your fcking mouth!"
"You are paying this money!"
"And you are handing over those credit cards right now!"
"If you ever dare use their identities to open credit cards again, I swear to God, I will kill you!"
Fiona shouted every word with absolute, ironclad finality.
Next to them, Monica panicked as usual and hurriedly tried to persuade Frank. "Frank, how could you use the children's identities for this? Just do what Fiona says..."
"Impossible!" Frank got desperate and started shouting back.
He had to be desperate.
They had only split a certain amount of cash. If eight thousand dollars were deducted from his share, what the hell would be left? Wouldn't all his effort be for nothing?
Frank would rather die than pay that money. Screaming, he turned his wheelchair around, trying to flee.
He had money now.
With money in hand, the world was his oyster. There was nowhere he couldn't go.
Besides, he could still stay at Sheila's place.
"Carl!" Having moved a short distance to the doorway, Frank looked at the stairs, feeling incredibly annoyed, and yelled loudly, "Come help me! I'll give you twenty bucks!"
Carl, who had been silent in the living room, instantly perked up upon hearing this. He grinned and trotted over to Frank. "Two hundred bucks!"
Frank: "!!!! You little shit, is this a robbery?!"
"Two hundred bucks, or you leave by yourself!" Carl said, turning to walk away.
Frank really couldn't bear to part with that money. He had another thought. "Debbie, come help me."
Although she had predicted things would turn out like this, Debbie's small face was still filled with sorrow.
Hearing Frank, Debbie instinctively looked at Fiona.
Fiona shook her head decisively.
Debbie didn't move.
Frank understood. Gritting his teeth, he had no choice but to summon Carl again. "Fxxk! Carl, two hundred bucks! Hurry!"
Carl laughed—a thief's triumphant laugh. He stepped back to Frank's side and extended his hand. "Money first."
Frank's eyes bulged. "You brat, you don't trust me?"
"Nope!" Carl shook his head without a hint of hesitation.
Frank was speechless. He had no choice but to pull out the cash.
Just then.
Teddy, Roberta's father, walked to the front yard of the Gallagher house. Seeing Frank and Carl, he let out a cold laugh.
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His gaze landed on Frank.
Teddy didn't stop. He took large strides into the yard and up the stairs.
Suddenly, a fierce-looking elderly black man with tattoos on his neck appeared...
Frank, who had just pulled out the two hundred dollars for Carl, noticed him first. Immediately, his heart skipped a beat...
Even though he didn't know Teddy, Frank instantly knew with certainty that this man was here to cause trouble for him.
Frank panicked. His instinct was to run.
But these damn legs, this damn wheelchair...
Teddy arrived in front of Frank, smiling viciously. "Frank Gallagher. Looks like God finally opened His eyes and turned you into a cripple."
Hearing this, Frank was panicked, but his mouth didn't back down. "Who the fck are you?"
By this time, due to Teddy's arrival, Fiona, Monica, and Debbie had all rushed to the door.
"I'm Roberta's father," Teddy answered.
The words hung in the air.
Thump.
Fiona and Debbie's faces changed color simultaneously. Following Frank's lead, they were thrown into a state of panic.
Teddy saw Fiona and Debbie's reactions. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He walked straight past them, into the Gallagher house, and stood right in front of Fiona. "Fiona, you stole things that belonged to me! It's time we settled this account."
The words pierced her ears.
Fiona's legs went weak, and she almost couldn't stand. Then, she instinctively started to deny it, struggling for a way out. "What are you talking about? I don't understand! This is my house. Please leave, or I'm calling the police!!"
"Heh," Teddy sneered. Without wasting words, he immediately pulled out his phone and played the surveillance video. "Are you sure you want to call the police? Do you know how much time you get for burglary?"
The evidence was right in front of her face...
Instantly.
Fiona looked as if she had been struck by lightning. Her face turned pale as a sheet.
There were cameras? There were actually cameras!
Her last bit of courage disintegrated in an instant. Fiona's mind went blank. She couldn't hold herself up anymore and stumbled back several steps, nearly falling over.
Debbie's reaction wasn't much better; she was terrified and retreated backward as well.
Monica, leaning on her cane, didn't retreat, but she looked utterly shocked.
Teddy was very satisfied with their reactions. "If you don't want to make this a big deal, sit down and be good. Let's settle the score!"
Leaving that command hanging, Teddy walked in on his own accord and sat on the sofa.
Seeing this...
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
It took a while.
Fiona finally snapped out of it. She blinked, took a deep breath, and moved her body toward the sofa.
Seeing Fiona move, Debbie, driven by fear, moved as well.
It took a few minutes.
Fiona, Debbie, Carl, and Monica were all in the living room.
Frank was still at the doorway, not moving. He hated his legs so much right now!!
Why haven't they healed yet?!
Frank had caught a glimpse of the video and knew what was happening. He wanted to flee; he didn't want any part of this mess.
But alas, his legs were broken. He couldn't run.
Fxxk!!!
There was no other way.
Frank cursed silently with hatred, turned his wheelchair around, and moved toward the living room.