Sheila's House.
Watching helplessly as Frank cursed her out like this, Sheila was utterly bewildered, simply unable to believe her ears.
Frank was still cursing, seemingly unable to stop.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Sheila snapped back to reality. Thinking about how she had actually loved this scumbag Frank before, she was truly furious. With a rush of blood to her head, she quickly unhooked the chain, grabbed the broom next to her, and charged out!
"Frank!"
"You piece of shit!"
Sheila wasn't very good at cursing. The profanities she could think of were very limited and not very powerful. Fortunately, her momentum was sufficient, which made up for it quite a bit.
Sure enough, looking at Sheila like this, Frank, whose nature was actually particularly cowardly, was instantly frightened and took to his heels. "You crazy woman! Crazy!!!"
Frank cursed as he ran.
Unfortunately, Frank was a professional runner. He might not have other skills, but when it came to running away, he was incredibly fast!
It didn't take long for Frank to run far away.
Sheila couldn't catch up and stopped. Gasping for breath, her old face crumbled. Her body went weak, and she slumped to the ground, wailing in immense pain.
That scumbag ate Sheila's food, used Sheila's things, and even stole Sheila's money. And in the end, he hurt Sheila like this!!
Motherfxxk!
Sheila was really sad, crying convulsively, looking at Karen through tear-filled eyes. "Frank, Frank was just here..."
Suddenly!
Sheila's body shuddered, her expression changed drastically, and she exclaimed in disbelief, "I'm out of the house? I'm outside?"
Sensing it for a few seconds...
"I'm out!! I'm finally out! Hahahaha!!!" Sheila suddenly raised both hands, shouting incredibly excitedly.
Sheila was so happy. Her mood had taken a complete 180-degree turn. She kept shouting, and only after quite a while did she slowly stop.
However, as the words reached her lips, Sheila couldn't stop panicking again. She felt difficulty breathing, and her heartbeat accelerated noticeably.
Sheila had been hiding at home for so many years. To recover, naturally, time was needed.
Time passed second by second.
Sheila struggled for a short while and finally stood up. She raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face.
Wiping and wiping.
Karen drove back. Seeing Sheila from a distance, she was instantly startled, thinking her eyes were playing tricks on her, and subconsciously blinked hard.
It was indeed Sheila!
Karen's heart tightened. Although she didn't understand why Sheila was outside, she still immediately floored the gas pedal.
Vroom~~
In the blink of an eye, Karen arrived next to Sheila. She hurriedly got out of the car, rushed to Sheila's side, and asked worriedly, "Mom, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"Mom, let's stand up first. Don't sit on the ground, the ground is dirty."
"Okay..." Hearing this, Sheila sniffled again. Not wanting Karen to see this side of her, she hurriedly gritted her teeth, gathered her strength, and slowly stood up.
Intermittently, Sheila recounted what had happened.
Karen listened, her eyes instantly becoming fierce, and thoughts of revenge against Frank filled her mind!!
"Mom, don't be sad. It's not worth it. That scumbag Frank will definitely be punished!"
Having made a decision, Karen spoke firmly and decisively to Sheila.
Karen understood.
If it were before, encountering this kind of thing, Karen would at most be angry enough to curse him out severely and be done with it.
But now, things were different.
Under Dexter's influence, Karen had walked a long way in the opposite direction.
Now, without hesitating for a split second, Karen decided to spend some money to find some gangsters to beat Frank up severely!!
She must take revenge on that scumbag Frank!
"Karen, I'm out. I'm better. I can get my life back," Sheila said to Karen with a face full of smiles.
The excitement in such shouts was too clear. Karen understood and knew Sheila was happy, so she immediately breathed a sigh of relief and laughed.
"That's great," Karen nodded, laughing along. Then, a thought struck her, and she had a good idea. "Mom, I'll drive you around for a spin, see this place again. How about it?"
Sheila heard this and instantly wanted to agree.
However, the words weren't finished...
Thump.
Sheila felt very uncomfortable and wanted to go home. She had to say apologetically to Karen, "Karen, I'm sorry. I'm afraid I still need a little time. Let's go for a spin another day, okay?"
Karen wasn't anxious and smiled sweetly. "Okay, it's fine. Let's go home first."
"Okay, home first," Sheila nodded repeatedly.
Mother and daughter walked toward the house.
---
Frank, who had been cursing for a while, stopped cursing. Then, thinking about it, he really had nowhere else to go, so he had to walk helplessly toward the Gallagher house.
Without Fiona, Lip, and Frank, the Gallagher house was quite peaceful.
The heartless Carl was leaning on the sofa calmly watching TV.
Ian was lying on the bed in his room on the second floor, with a very passive/submissive smile on his face, texting Comrade Kash.
Yes, the love-brained Comrade Ian had fallen into the ocean of love again; it was that simple.
Actually, this was really very interesting.
Fiona didn't know what love was.
Lip didn't know either, and looked down on love.
Ian only wanted love and didn't care about anything else, very easily falling into love.
Three Gallaghers, three appearances, all a mess.
Of course, none of the three realized they had problems.
Ian chatted happily with Kash. After being apart for a while and so many things happening, they reunited, and the feelings between them were much better than before.
As for Lip and Monica being locked up...
Heh.
At this moment, Ian didn't even think about it. His brain was full of sweet love.
First Floor.
Frank pushed the door open vigorously and entered the house. Seeing Carl, his eyes darted around. He walked over quickly, plopped down next to Carl, and grinned, "Carl, I need you to do me a favor."
Carl looked at Frank with an expression devoid of any ripples and replied coldly, "I only have ten dollars on me."
Hearing this, Frank immediately shook his head. "Don't need money... ten dollars is fine too."
Carl couldn't be bothered to waste words with Frank. He took out the ten dollars from his pocket and tossed it casually at Frank, like giving alms to a beggar.
Frank didn't mind at all. He hurriedly pocketed the money. "Carl, I haven't had a drop of alcohol for over a day. I really can't hold on anymore. You have to help me, keep me from drinking."
Hearing this, Carl turned his head slightly and looked at Frank for a few seconds. "What's in it for me?"
"I'm your dad, you're my son," Frank didn't want to give any benefits. "Isn't helping your dad what you should do?"
Carl looked at Frank and said very seriously, "Ian isn't your biological son. Maybe I'm not either."
"????" Frank was dumbfounded hearing this. Immediately, he was unhappy. "What the fxxk kind of ghost talk are you saying? You are absolutely my biological son. I am your dad."
Carl was noncommittal. He turned his head back to continue watching TV, his expression still calm.
To be honest, such calmness was actually quite scary sometimes.
The fact is, environment really affects people.
Under Dexter's influence, Carl had improved a lot.
Seeing this;
Frank scratched his head fiercely in annoyance. "Alright, alright, you little brat. Whatever benefit you want, just say it!"
Only then did Carl look at Frank again.
Then, the problem came.
Carl couldn't think of anything he wanted.
Money? Not really lacking. Besides, if Frank successfully won this bet, the prize money would come from Dexter, and Carl didn't want to take Dexter's money.
Anything else... Carl had a salary. Whatever he wanted, he could buy himself.
"Can't think of anything for now. When I think of it, I'll tell you," Carl said calmly.
Idiot! Hearing this, Frank instantly rejoiced, cursed silently in his heart, and then agreed with a brilliant smile. "Okay, no problem. It's a deal."
"It's a deal," Carl nodded and asked, "So how do I help you?"
"Keep me busy. Think of every possible way to stop me from drinking," Frank said all in one breath.
Carl didn't understand. "Think of what way?"
Frank got annoyed. "If I knew, why would I need your help? Think of it yourself."
"Okay," Carl had no emotional fluctuation. He responded, turned his head back, and started thinking while watching TV.
Thinking and thinking.
Carl suddenly thought of the time when Frank's leg was broken before.
If Frank's leg was broken again, and none of us gave him alcohol, wouldn't that work? Carl asked himself silently, feeling that this seemed like a good method.
The next second, Carl turned his head again and looked at Frank's two legs.
Frank saw this and was a bit puzzled. "What's wrong? Thought of something?"
"Nothing," Carl felt that if Frank knew, he would definitely run. He decided it was better not to say it and just do it directly.
"..." Frank was somewhat speechless. However, knowing Carl was very stupid, he didn't fuss about it and started thinking about what he should do to distract himself on his own.
---
This summer night passed just like that.
A new day.
Saturday.
Midsummer had arrived. The sunshine became even more scorching, and the temperature was higher.
Past 9:00 AM.
Dexter drove to find a print shop and made a recruitment poster. Subsequently, he went to the new restaurant and pasted the poster on the glass window that was installed yesterday.
Tommy, who was supervising the workers, saw this. Out of curiosity, and also because of a small objective, he walked quickly to Dexter with a smile and looked at the poster.
Tommy was mainly looking at the compensation package displayed on the poster.
Compared to Dex Restaurant, the compensation at this new restaurant wasn't high; it could only be considered average.
But of course, no matter how average, it was still better than what the vast majority of restaurants in the South Side could offer.
After all, other restaurants generally only paid minimum wage.
"Base salary of five hundred dollars a week, two shifts, tips calculated separately, all kinds of benefits..." Tommy read it out with a smile, then smiled at Dexter. "Dexter, this pay is pretty good. This might not be a good thing, you know."
Dexter smiled. "Oh, how so?"
"Your restaurant serves food. There isn't any here, so it doesn't compete with any restaurants, so it doesn't matter..." Tommy knew Dexter well, didn't beat around the bush, and said directly, "But this restaurant of yours is a Western restaurant. Offering this pay, I'm afraid it will cause dissatisfaction among some peers."
"This is the South Side. Some people will do anything."
Dexter laughed directly. "Haha, it's fine. I'll just install more surveillance cameras."
Since Dexter said so, what else could Tommy say?
"True," Tommy didn't say more and switched to his purpose. "By the way, Dexter, since you're hiring, I have a son who is looking for a job. Do you think he can come here and try?"
Dexter actually liked this chubby white guy Tommy, so he didn't refuse outright. "The servers all have to be beautiful women. Is your son a chef?"
Tommy shook his head helplessly. "No."
"Then come to do what? Dishwasher?" Dexter asked.
The pay for dishwashers was much lower than for servers. Tommy had some money now. If there were better choices, he really didn't want his son to wash dishes.
Unfortunately...
That useless son of his couldn't do anything.
That is to say, there were no better choices.
Tommy had to nod with a bitter smile. "Dishwasher is fine too. Do you think it's okay?"
"You've helped me a lot, I have to repay you. How about this: tell him to prepare a resume. I'll take a look. If there are no problems, I'll prioritize hiring him." Dexter said with a smile.
Being a dishwasher requires a resume...
Tommy couldn't quite understand, but he still nodded in agreement. "Okay."
"Mm, then I'm leaving first," Dexter left, returning to Dex Restaurant.
Just entered the restaurant.
Three strange men sitting in the restaurant stood up together.
Shortly after.
Dexter smiled and accepted three lawsuits, bidding farewell to the three strangers. "Thanks. Come dine when you have time."
Veronica really couldn't understand Dexter's behavior. She hurried to Dexter's side and asked in confusion, "Dexter, you were sued. Why are you still so happy?"
"Read more books, and you'll understand," Dexter replied cheerfully. Not wanting to say more, he changed the subject while walking toward the sofa. "Speaking of reading, how is college going?"
Hearing this, Veronica looked bitter. "Hard, very hard."
"Haha, keep at it," Dexter laughed back and sat on the sofa. "Alright, get to work. Let me see who's suing me this time."
Veronica wanted to ask more, but Dexter obviously didn't want to answer, so she had to give up full of doubts and obediently went to work.
Not far away.
Vivian looked at Dexter, blinked, and roughly guessed what Dexter wanted to do. Then, she smiled mischievously.
Vivian wasn't stupid.
During this period after coming here...
How many things had happened in the South Side? How many people had been murdered? Vivian knew.
Furthermore, she had long suspected it was Dexter's doing.
Now, a situation that blatantly defied common sense appeared: Dexter was sued, yet he was so happy...
Vivian thought and thought, believing that Dexter was likely using those houses as bait, preparing to lure and kill a batch of shameless scumbags.
The boss is really interesting.
Vivian didn't think there was anything wrong with doing this and had absolutely no thought of stopping it or reporting it.
What Vivian had was just a little worry.
Doing this makes it easy to be suspected by the police. How will the boss solve that?