Jimmy was actually right; Tony woke up in a great mood today.
Running into Jimmy and Fiona earlier... made his mood even better.
Driving his car, Tony couldn't help but hum a little tune, feeling incredibly cheerful.
After enjoying the moment for a bit, Tony scratched his crotch and thought of Fiona again.
Heh, fucking Fiona...
The smile on Tony's face suddenly widened. The plan to torture Fiona automatically floated to the surface of his mind.
With the photos he took last night, Jimmy was essentially his puppet!
Things were different now.
In the past, because he still had fantasies about Fiona and still wanted to fck her, he would have used those photos without hesitation to drive Jimmy away or send him to prison.
But now, he had no interest in fcking Fiona. He only wanted revenge. He wanted to destroy her.
So...
He planned to use those photos to make Jimmy obedient. He would make Jimmy follow his orders to constantly provoke Fiona, keeping her in perpetual misery...
Actually, because of this goal, he genuinely hoped Jimmy and Fiona would stay together for a long time!
Tony thought about this a lot, getting more excited the more he thought about it. He couldn't stop.
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The Gallagher House.
It was still early. The house was temporarily silent; the Gallagher clan hadn't woken up yet.
Fiona looked around the first floor, which Frank had turned into a mess. She frowned slightly, sighed silently, and couldn't be bothered to deal with it. She went straight upstairs with Jimmy, crawled into her room, lay on the bed, and fell fast asleep.
In the blink of an eye, it was 7:30 AM.
The Gallagher house, silent for the night, welcomed its usual chaos.
Monica and Frank got up together. Subsequently, Monica started making breakfast, looking slightly manic. Frank, having just woken up and craving alcohol intensely, was even more restless. He chose to go out for a run to try and resist the temptation of booze.
"Frank! You can do it! Believe in yourself!" Monica encouraged him with a smile. "Remember, just hold on for thirteen more days, and we get five thousand dollars!! Five thousand dollars! We can drink and do drugs like crazy then!!"
Frank nodded heavily after hearing this. "I will, Monica! I can definitely do it!"
Actually, Fiona's comment yesterday wasn't that far off.
Frank and Monica were truly no different from monkeys—and not the smart kind, but very stupid monkeys.
After exchanging some idiotic words, Frank left. He went out the door and started running along the sidewalk.
The result, naturally, was that his running pace was about the same as a pedestrian walking.
Without Frank making a racket, Monica focused on making breakfast.
Calling it "making breakfast" was generous; she was basically just throwing things together. After all, domestic tasks really didn't suit Monica.
After messing around for about fifteen minutes, breakfast was ready. Monica immediately felt quite proud and ran quickly to the second floor, rushing into the boys' room. "Lip, Ian, Carl, Liam, get up for breakfast!"
To be honest, the Gallagher house had quite a few rooms.
Unfortunately, there were even more people.
So much so that after moving back, Carl returned to his previous living situation, forced to squeeze into this room with Lip, Ian, and Liam.
Carl was really unhappy about this. He missed the time when he had his own room incredibly and desperately hoped autumn would come quickly so he could move into the new house.
Soon.
Lip and the other three got out of bed. One by one, they moved toward the bathroom to wash up, kicking off the lively Gallagher morning.
Passing by Fiona's room, Lip stopped. Through the crack in the door, he looked inside.
With that look, the soundly sleeping Fiona and Jimmy appeared in Lip's view.
Instantly, Lip raised an eyebrow, feeling a wave of annoyance. But, helpless to do anything about it, he had to grit his teeth and endure it, forcing himself to act like nothing was wrong and go about his business.
Breakfast was finished.
Time was ticking. Ian wiped his mouth and stood up, ready to head out to work.
"Hey, Ian, it's your turn to watch Liam today," seeing Ian about to leave alone, Lip hurriedly spoke up to remind him.
Ian hadn't actually forgotten. He just really didn't want to do it and wanted to pretend he forgot. But Lip reminded him, so the plan failed.
"Fine," Ian had to nod in agreement. He moved to pick up Liam.
Just then, Monica, who really wanted to play the role of a good mother, eagerly volunteered, "I'm free today. I'll be home all day. You can trust me to take care of Liam."
Hearing this.
Ian was about to speak up and agree.
Lip beat him to it, sneering. His tone was dripping with condescending accusation. "Monica, what kind of joke are you playing? Let you take care of Liam? Heh, impossible!"
Hearing this, Monica was instantly heartbroken. Her ugly face drooped as she explained pitifully, "Lip, I can do it. I really can..."
Lip had zero interest in wasting breath on Monica. He turned directly to Ian. "Ian, take Liam and go."
Ian didn't move immediately, trying to struggle a bit. "Maybe let Monica try. She looks pretty normal right now. Liam is her son after all; he needs a mother."
Lip was smart. He had long realized Ian didn't really want to take care of Liam. Hearing this, his brow twitched, and he was a bit angry at Ian's lack of sense. "Not for now. We're all out. If Monica goes crazy again, who bears the consequences?"
"I won't go crazy. I'm really normal now..." Monica interrupted anxiously to promise.
Lip glared decisively at Monica. "Monica, shut up!"
Monica: "..."
Ian frowned. He was also angry at Lip's posture, acting as if he had suddenly become the head of the household. He hesitated, couldn't be bothered to argue further, picked up Liam, and left.
At this moment, Carl's phone rang.
Carl, who hadn't participated in the drama between Lip and the others and hadn't even noticed the tension in the atmosphere, nimbly answered the phone.
"I'm at the door. Come out," Mickey said concisely.
"Coming," Carl was just as brief. He hung up, stood up, and walked quickly toward the front door.
Ian, who had just walked to the back door, heard Carl's words, looked back, said nothing, and continued moving.
A moment later.
Outside the Gallagher House, by the roadside.
Mickey, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looked at the dilapidated Gallagher house. He hesitated repeatedly before asking Carl, who had just gotten into the car, "You moved back?"
"Yeah, Dexter told me to move back. I actually didn't want to," Carl replied truthfully without overthinking it.
"What about Ian?" Mickey took a silent deep breath and asked as calmly as possible.
"Moved back too," Carl answered honestly.
"What is he doing right now, do you know?" Mickey asked again.
"He went back to working at that grocery store. Just left," Carl replied.
Mickey froze slightly.
Back at the grocery store?
What happened?
What about that old man from before?