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Dex Restaurant.
Fiona didn't really have any skills for long-term survival, nor was she willing to acquire any. Her vision was narrow and short-sighted, only seeing what was right in front of her...
Dexter recalled how in the original series, Fiona had struggled mightily just to pass her GED. When Kevin suggested she get a college degree at Malcolm X College and find a stable job, like driving a bus for the city, Fiona had looked completely disdainful...
It was truly interesting.
So.
For Fiona's life to genuinely improve, it was actually very difficult.
Because lack of money was only a small part of the reason; the bigger reason lay with Fiona herself.
Giving Fiona money was easy, but Dexter genuinely felt that if Fiona didn't change herself, no matter how much money she had, she would soon lose it all and fall back into the pit, eventually blaming others and the world.
'Difficult,' Dexter sighed silently after thinking it through.
Why did he initially take an interest in Lip?
Dexter shook his head and continued to ponder.
---
The Gallagher House.
The house was empty except for Ian and Liam, who understood nothing.
Having enjoyed himself last night, Ian was in a much better mood and relatively stable. After playing with Liam for a few minutes and ensuring he was okay, Ian, who truthfully had little interest in dealing with Liam, sighed and took out his phone to call Lip.
On the other side, Lip, who was house hunting, took out his phone and saw Ian's call. He frowned and hesitated for a good while before answering, "Ian?"
"Yeah," Ian didn't want to waste words with Lip, "Where are you? Fiona told me what happened."
Hearing Fiona's name, Lip got annoyed, his anger rising, and he decisively interrupted Ian, "She's a bitch! She brought this on herself!"
Ian was startled, not expecting Lip to curse Fiona like that, "Lip... Fiona has raised us for so many years, how can you say that?"
"I'm stating facts, isn't she a bitch? That bastard Jimmy is married, and he treated me like that..." Lip ranted rapidly in one breath.
"Hehe, in the future, you'll be doing menial jobs outside while Karen constantly finds other men to fck."
"Then what? Drop out of school, find a job at a supermarket, and live in this slum forever?"
"You'll definitely turn into Monica!"
Such words, every single one like a sharp dagger, stabbed fiercely into Fiona's heart.
Ian genuinely couldn't hold back and laughed, "You're going to live with Karen? How? Are you going to marry her? Have a kid?"
Truth be told, after experiencing so much, Ian was long past caring what Lip did. Hearing this, especially thinking about that slut Karen...
Ian had absolutely no interest in managing Lip's affairs anymore. He even wanted to see just how much Lip could ruin his life. So, faced with Fiona's inquiry, he didn't hesitate to tell the truth.
Lip had moved out...
"...He said he's renting a place and is going to live with Karen, and he won't be coming back..."
Ian was calm, "I tried to persuade him, but he's insistent on ruining his life, and there's nothing I can do. Fiona, forget about him. He always thinks he's so smart and capable. Let him struggle outside this summer."
"Once he's suffered enough, he'll come back."
"Maybe by then, he'll even change for the better."
"Let's meet and talk," Ian paused for two seconds before saying, "Fiona is very sad, her eyes are swollen from crying, you..."
"Ian, don't interfere in my business with Fiona. I'm currently looking for a place to live with Karen, and I won't be going back," Lip said impatiently and decisively.
"And he said..."
Fiona was speechless, stunned.
Lip was thoroughly determined to walk down the path of living with Karen until the bitter end.
Since getting a bj from Karen, Lip had arguably derailed from his original track, heading down a path of no return...
After all, at his age, and having only Fiona as a role model—who could fck various men almost anytime, anywhere—suddenly experiencing the pleasure Karen gave him, tasting that goodness for the first time, getting hooked, wanting it forever... there was nothing wrong with that.
Not everyone is like Frank.
Lip cursed loudly, non-stop!
"I am not that scumbag Frank! I will never turn into Frank!"
Hearing Ian say such things triggered his deepest fears. Lip completely lost it and started screaming hysterically, even though the beep of the disconnected call was already sounding from the phone.
Karen quietly watched Lip and smiled coldly, thinking Lip was a super pathetic idiot.
However.
Karen realized a very important fact.
This guy looked normal when he wasn't crazy, but once he snapped... he was basically a lunatic.
More interestingly, Lip knew exactly what kind of woman Karen was, how promiscuous she was...
Yet, he still chose to be with her.
'Interesting,' Karen muttered silently, turning her head with a secret smile, confirming this fact. When the time was right, she could use this to torture Lip severely. She looked forward to it.
Finally, Lip finished cursing, face flushed, panting heavily, full of rage, his body trembling slightly.
Lip finally calmed down a bit, regaining some reason, and spoke to Karen, "Let's continue looking for a house."
"Okay," Karen replied obediently.
The secondhand BMW started moving again.
Beside him, Karen, sitting behind the steering wheel, looked at Lip and couldn't help asking herself a question.
Why did she ever fall for this guy?
---
This morning.
With the power of money, Dexter's shooting range finally passed all inspections and obtained all licenses, officially entering the construction phase.
In the vacant lot, Mickey, looking much the same as usual with a cigarette dangling from his lips, was supervising the workers entering the site.
This shooting range was large, involving a lot of engineering. Mickey had hired several professionals to manage the construction and recruited a large group of workers.
It's worth noting that the vast majority of the workers were local shameless folks from the South Side;
These shameless folks also needed to earn money to buy drugs and alcohol.
Carl stood beside Mickey, watching the workers start their tasks and the trucks arriving one by one, his tender face full of excitement.
"Awesome!" Carl was happy and grinned, "Then I can play with guns!"
Mickey glanced at Carl, "I don't have the final say on that. It depends on whether Dexter lets you play."
"Mickey, how long until this place opens?" Carl couldn't help asking.
Mickey was actually looking forward to it too, especially today after completely losing Ian, "Two or three months. Building a shooting range is fast; just setting up the range, walkways, and parking lot is about it."
Mickey worked very hard, almost non-stop. In this behavior, the intent to keep himself busy so he wouldn't think about Ian was very obvious.
Unfortunately.
This method had limited effect.
Mickey still thought about him, and thinking about Ian still made him sad.
'Fxxk you, Ian!' Mickey couldn't help cursing silently.
Whatever happened, life had to go on, money had to be earned.
---
This morning.
Lip spent another two hours or so and successfully found a house.
He had searched for a long time, and this rent was the cheapest, far below the market price.
This house wasn't big, overall dilapidated and very old, but cheap, with monthly rent of only four hundred dollars.
Lip didn't hesitate and decided to rent it on the spot... as for someone having died in the house last year, it didn't matter.
There were many empty houses in this hellhole of the South Side, and plenty of shameless people willing to rent out houses to get rent money for booze and drugs, then sleep on the streets.
Soon.
Lip signed the lease with the landlord, and Karen paid one month's rent.
The landlord took the money and left happily.
Thus, Lip and Karen had their own place, starting a new chapter in their lives.
"Karen, don't worry, give me a week or two, I'll definitely fix this place up beautifully," standing on the broken floor of the first floor living room, Lip promised Karen solemnly.
To be honest, this house was so dilapidated it looked like it could collapse at any moment. Karen genuinely didn't want to stay here for a second longer...
But, officially living with Lip was a crucial step.
Taking this step, next, finding the right time to tell Lip she was pregnant, and then conveniently marrying him...
Voila, mission accomplished, and Dexter's promised money would be in hand.
That was a lot of money!
So, Karen quickly took a few silent deep breaths, trying really hard to suppress the urge to flee immediately, and squeezed out a brilliant smile for Lip, "Mm, I believe in you. Let's make this our place. We don't have much money now, but once we earn money, we'll buy our own house!"
Lip was even happier, looking at this broken house, uncontrollably fantasizing about a beautiful future.
"Then let's clean up immediately and move in tonight," after fantasizing for a while, Lip suggested with a smile.
"Okay," Karen replied obediently.
The two chatted for a bit and then got busy.
---
Ritz Hotel, upstairs.
Having just woken up not long ago and eaten lunch with Estefania, Jimmy wanted to find Fiona immediately, not wanting to spend another moment with Estefania.
Estefania, purely a trophy wife with only two hobbies—shopping and fxxking—sat on Jimmy seductively, "Steve, fxxk me quickly..."
Jimmy felt absolutely no pleasure. While Estefania wasn't looking, he picked up his phone and sent a text to Fiona, [Dinner tonight?]
The problem was, thinking of Estefania's father Nando, and what Nando would do to him if he knew how he treated Estefania... Jimmy was terrified.
Nando was a bona fide gang boss, the kind who killed without hesitation.
Jimmy was too afraid of Nando, so he had to be patient and placate Estefania.
The battle was halfway through...
Now, Jimmy sent a text, and the annoying problem was back in front of him.
To see Jimmy or not?
To have dinner together or not?
Fiona hurriedly showered and changed clothes, then went to work.
Until just now today, Fiona had been avoiding, controlling herself not to think about Jimmy.
Currently working, dealing with foul-smelling liquid, Fiona heard her phone ring, took off her gloves, took out her phone to check, and immediately frowned.
Should she reply to the text?
After thinking and hesitating for a while, Fiona didn't reply. She stepped aside and called Ian, wanting to know how Ian's talk with Lip went.
The call connected quickly.
Ian had changed; he was no longer the person willing to struggle and persuade Lip.
Therefore, facing Lip's angry curses, Ian's reaction was very crisp, "Fxxk You, Lip! You idiot, I'm waiting to see you turn into Frank!"
Shouting this, Ian hung up immediately, too lazy to waste another half-word with Lip.
Before, deep down, Lip actually had the thought of returning to the Gallagher house after a while.
Now, because of this call, because of what Ian said, it was gone.
To live with that slut Karen...
What would the future hold?
Fiona immediately felt a splitting headache, not knowing how to handle it.
That slut Karen would completely ruin Lip's life!
Fiona dared not imagine what Karen would do to Lip without her watching, and what Lip would step-by-step become...
Fiona slumped to the ground in pain, almost unable to breathe, "How could this happen, why would he do this... didn't you persuade him to come back?"
Ian was calm, "I did, but he insisted on ruining his life, I couldn't help it. Fiona, leave him be. He always thinks he's so amazing and omnipotent. Let him flounder outside this summer."
"Maybe by then, he'll be even better."
Look, how interesting.
Even at a time like this, Fiona's main thought was still, what would happen to Lip without her control.
Most likely, controlling people are all like this.