The Gallagher House.
After smoking several cigarettes in a row, Fiona calmed down a bit. She turned to look at Frank, staring at him with incredibly cold eyes for a few seconds. Then, she looked away, took a deep silent breath, stood up to pick up Liam, and left decisively.
She was going to Eddie's house to find Monica. If possible, she would chat with Karen along the way to see what Karen planned to do with that child.
Fiona walked very firmly. At the same time, she was also very firm on one idea: if Monica gave birth to the child and dumped it on her, she would leave immediately. She would absolutely not repeat that kind of thing again.
The sun was brilliant, and the temperature was high.
With a determined face, sweating profusely until her clothes were almost soaked, Fiona finally arrived at Eddie's door.
Knock, knock, knock~~
Hearing the knock, Sheila, still full of sadness and not knowing what to do, dragged herself to open the door.
Seeing Sheila at first glance, Fiona didn't waste any words and asked directly, "Is Monica here?"
Sheila didn't want to hear that name and shook her head immediately. "Not here."
"Do you know where she went?" Fiona asked again, her tone rather sharp.
Sheila was a bit afraid and shook her head hurriedly. "Don't know..."
Fiona got annoyed. "Then is Karen here?"
Sheila shook her head again. "Not here either. I'm the only one home..."
Starting off on the wrong foot, and eager to solve this problem, Fiona instantly became more annoyed. Looking at the mentally unstable Sheila, she couldn't help but feel a bit angry. Thinking for a moment, she asked again, "I heard from Frank that Karen is pregnant?"
Sheila nodded. "Seems so."
"What do you plan to do?" Fiona asked.
Sheila didn't quite understand. She blinked. "Do what?"
"I mean, how are you going to deal with this child," Fiona felt this woman Sheila was truly too stupid, and explained patiently.
Sheila understood, but then became confused again. "That has to be Karen's choice. I don't know yet what she will choose. No matter what, I will support her decision."
Fiona: "!!!!"
This way of handling things didn't suit Fiona.
Fiona was pissed off on the spot, feeling that communicating with this crazy woman Sheila was purely a waste of energy. So, without saying a word, she turned around holding Liam and left.
Seeing Fiona's reaction, Sheila was completely bewildered, unable to make head or tail of it. She was stunned for several seconds before closing the door strangely and turning back into the house.
In the hot weather, Fiona held Liam, not stopping her steps, and headed straight for the Alibi Room.
Arriving at the Alibi, Fiona immediately scanned the room quickly.
No Monica!
This wasn't good news.
Monica wasn't at Eddie's house, nor at the Alibi. Where could she go?
Fiona had no clues. After thinking it over repeatedly, she gritted her teeth, walked to the bar, and looked at Kevin.
Kevin had noticed Fiona earlier. Because of Fiona's expression, he guessed something must have happened in the Gallagher family again. So, seeing Fiona look at him...
Kevin, who was inherently not a grudge-holding person, hesitated slightly and chose to speak up proactively. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Kevin's attitude was neither warm nor cold, just like asking a customer.
Fiona still disliked Kevin.
But disliking Kevin didn't contradict seeking Kevin's help... At least, for Fiona, whose bottom line was very flexible, this wasn't contradictory.
Fiona nodded. "Did Monica come here today?"
Kevin shook his head directly. "No."
Fiona had guessed it. "If she comes later, can you call me? I have something urgent with her."
"No problem," Kevin agreed simply.
"Thanks," Fiona said a rare thank you.
At this point, the two had nothing more to say, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Due to the awkwardness, the two were tacitly in sync; they turned around together and went about their business.
Fiona walked quickly out of the Alibi. Standing at the door, she thought for a moment, unwilling to give up, and continued walking aimlessly to keep searching.
Searching and searching.
Fiona passed by Dexter's second restaurant, which was under renovation, and saw the recruitment poster on the glass window at a glance.
Her gaze landed on that poster. Although she was still eager to find Monica, Fiona, who simply didn't know where Monica was, paused her steps and decided to take a look.
Finding Monica and making her get an abortion was indeed very important.
But living was equally important.
Fiona didn't want to work in a bar forever, being flirted with or even groped by those damn rich people.
Moments later.
Fiona arrived in front of the poster and read it carefully.
This restaurant was large. The staff needed, from manager to dishwasher, totaled about twenty people.
Fiona was very tempted by the manager position. Not only because the manager's salary and benefits were quite high, but also because being a manager meant managing nearly twenty people... Fiona instinctively liked it very much.
Driven by this liking, Fiona didn't dawdle. She immediately lifted her foot and walked into the messy restaurant, wanting to ask about the boss and try to apply directly to the boss.
As a result, she saw Tommy.
Fiona had no conflict with Tommy. She instantly walked toward Tommy somewhat happily, forced a smile, and greeted him. "Tommy, business is good. Came here to work again."
Tommy, wearing a white hat, gave Fiona a very routine smile. "It's pretty good, thanks to Dexter."
Hearing the name Dexter, instantly, Fiona couldn't smile anymore. The smile on her face vanished rapidly, and she asked, truly unable to accept it, "This is Dexter's restaurant?"
"Yeah, he's preparing to do Western food," Tommy had no interest in caring about the matters between Fiona and Dexter.
Fiona was speechless for a moment.
Seeing this, Tommy was quite confused. "What's wrong? Did you look for me for something?"
"No, I'm leaving," Fiona left just like that, walking extremely fast.
Tommy watched, feeling it was really strange, but in a flash, he didn't care anymore and happily continued working.
Walking out of the restaurant.
"Damn rich people!" Fiona looked back with a look of hatred, cursed to herself, and continued forward to find Monica.
---
Sex Addicts Anonymous is a relatively special existence among various support groups; there aren't many of them.
After knowing where the damn Eddie had settled Monica, Karen went to find Jody, as Dexter had said.
It took a bit of effort.
Ding dong.
As night fell, finally, Karen found him.
Her gaze landed on Jody not far away. Karen was excited for a moment, then hurriedly took out her phone, secretly took a photo of Jody, and sent it to Dexter: [I found him. Is this him?]
Dex Restaurant.
Dexter was busy in the kitchen with the dinner service. Seeing the text and looking at the stupid-looking Jody in the photo, he instantly couldn't help but laugh.
Comrade Jody was truly quite stupid, and stupid in a way different from Kevin...
Kevin's stupidity was cute-stupid.
Jody's stupidity was just stupidity, nothing else.
But, ignoring the stupidity, Comrade Jody was actually quite nice, kind-hearted, relatively simple, overall okay...
"Comrade Jody, sorry to drag you into this."
"But, you probably don't care either..."
Besides, sleeping with Karen, then sleeping with Sheila, is also pretty good, right.
Dexter muttered a few words to himself with a smile, then replied: [Mm, get along well with him.]
[No problem,] Karen replied very confidently.
This confidence really didn't come from nowhere... Having fxxked so many men, Karen was certain that with her figure and looks, hooking Jody, who looked foolish at a glance, wouldn't be difficult at all.
Replying to the text, Karen put away her phone, didn't waste time, acted immediately, and walked toward Jody with a盈盈 smile.
---
In the suite upstairs at the Ritz Hotel.
The pure vase Estefania, dressed very sexily, lay on the bed, making a phone call as usual.
Jimmy sat on the sofa in the side living room, smoking while recording what Estefania said with his phone.
Jimmy wasn't stupid.
Since returning to America, Estefania made calls like this almost every day, and for a long time each time. During the calls, she was obviously very flirtatious...
Jimmy had long suspected the person Estefania was calling was a man, only he didn't care before.
Now, so many things had happened, especially being caught by Tony...
Jimmy thought intermittently for a long time and finally decided to solve Estefania's problem, then focus on returning to the Gallagher house, persevere for a year, and absolutely not go to prison!
Recording for quite a while, seeing Estefania finish the call, Jimmy immediately stopped recording. Then, he nimbly sent the recording file to a friend he had contacted long ago who understood Portuguese.
Just as the file was sent.
Estefania twisted her waist and arrived in front of Jimmy, speaking with a face full of seduction. "Jimmy, let's play!"
Estefania was a vase. Besides shopping and dressing herself up beautifully, she only had FXXK as a hobby.
Estefania really loved to fxxk.
Jimmy loved it too.
However, fxxking Estefania really had no feeling; Jimmy wanted to fxxk Fiona more.
But, no choice, Estefania's dad was too scary. Jimmy didn't dare provoke Estefania; otherwise, if Estefania made a call back home, heh, it would be very bad.
So.
Jimmy smiled brilliantly and started fxxking Estefania.
Just right, as soon as they finished fxxking, the phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID, Jimmy instantly got excited. He hurriedly picked up the phone, walked quickly toward the balcony while pressing answer. "Give me good news!"
"Brother, afraid there's no good news. Your wife doesn't love you. She was phone-fxxking with a guy named Marco. This conversation sounds really exciting," the person on the other end said.
Hearing these words.
Knowing who Marco was, Jimmy was instantly incredibly happy, smiling very brilliantly. "This is good news. Thanks, brother."
The person on the other end heard this, froze first, then felt he understood. He immediately smiled wickedly. "Haha, didn't expect you to be into this, brother. Got it, got it. Wish you fun playing."
After speaking, the call hung up.
Jimmy was a bit speechless, but in a flash, he couldn't be bothered to care, focusing on pondering about Marco.
A short while later.
Just get Marco to America, and that's it! Jimmy thought so, and made up his mind to do this.
A very important matter had a solution. Jimmy grinned, walked quickly back to the sofa, grabbed his cigarettes, returned to the balcony, and started calling familiar people to inquire about ways to get Marco here.
This calling went on for a long time...
While calling, Fiona called.
Jimmy saw it and decisively pressed answer. "Hey, Fiona."
At this time, night had fallen. Fiona, who had to work at night, still hadn't found Monica and gave up, currently on her way home.
"Can you drive me to work tonight?" In such hot weather, having walked outdoors almost uninterrupted for several hours, and holding the not-light Liam, Fiona felt her arms and legs were about to become useless. She was exhausted and had no strength to toss and turn on the L train to work.
"Of course, no problem. I'll be right there," Jimmy didn't hesitate for a moment, agreeing very crisply.
Fiona liked this quite a bit. "Okay, I'll wait for you at home."
The call ended.
Jimmy didn't delay. He casually chatted with Estefania for a couple of sentences, then quickly went out, got in his car, and moved toward the Gallagher house.
The Gallagher House.
Deadly silent and filled with smoke.
Frank, with a bruised and swollen face, curled up on the sofa, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, smoking one after another.
Carl, who hadn't been back from work for long, had nothing else to do, so he had to watch TV on the sofa expressionlessly.
Frank didn't tell Carl about Monica and Karen being pregnant.
Carl also didn't have Frank in his eyes at all and didn't care what Frank did.
At this time, Fiona, whose body was already soaked in sweat and emitting a smell of sweat, carried Liam into the house exhausted.
Hearing the noise, Frank, who had calmed down and actually missed Monica quite a bit, wanting her back, snapped his head around and asked Fiona, "Did you find Monica?"
Fiona didn't want to pay attention to Frank at all. She glared at Frank fiercely, then walked while saying to Carl, "Carl, have you had dinner?"
Carl turned his head. His expressionless look was truly no different from a sociopath. "No."
Fiona turned her head to look at the kitchen.
The kitchen was no different from daytime; no dinner...
Instantly, saying she wasn't disappointed at all would be a lie.
After all, Fiona hadn't eaten dinner either and was hungry long ago.
"Where's Ian?" Fiona asked Carl again.
Carl shook his head gently. "Don't know. Haven't come back yet."
Ian really had no sense of participation in this family and almost never proactively helped with anything.
Fiona sighed silently and put Liam down. "I don't have time to make dinner. Have to shower, then go to work. You go buy something to eat outside."
"Okay," Carl responded, too lazy to go out again. Thinking for a moment, he took out his phone and called Dexter. "Dexter, can you bring a dinner back for me tonight?"
"Sure," Dexter agreed cheerfully. "What do you want to eat?"
Carl thought seriously. "I want to eat rice. Ribs and rice."
"Alright, I'll be back in a bit," Dexter replied.
"Thanks," Carl thanked him with a smile.
The call ended.
Fiona, who had just walked a few steps up the stairs, heard this conversation, and her heart felt uncontrollably uncomfortable.
Carl had moved back, yes, but had Carl really returned?
Fiona didn't think so.
Can't go back... Fiona suddenly thought.