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Leaving the juvenile detention center, taking the bus and the train, they finally returned to their familiar neighborhood.
Exiting the train station.
Fiona faced a choice: find a job immediately to support the family, or go look for the missing Lip.
She hesitated again and again.
Family is everything, more important than anything else.
"Ian, we still have to find Lip. He's been gone so long, this isn't like him," Fiona made her choice and said to Ian.
This time, Ian didn't hesitate. He shook his head directly, unwilling to search. "I have to go to work. If I don't go, Linda will fire me."
Right now, the Gallagher family absolutely couldn't afford to lose another income, even if Ian's income was meager...
But Lip was family...
Fiona was torn. After a moment's thought, reason finally won over emotion for once. She nodded helplessly. "Okay, you go to work. I'll find Lip."
Hearing this, Ian wanted to ask about Fiona's job situation but swallowed the words after a two-second hesitation. "Just look around a bit. He's not a kid anymore, he'll definitely come back."
Fiona didn't like Ian's uncaring attitude toward family, but she couldn't lash out. She swallowed her displeasure and nodded. "Yeah."
The two separated quickly.
As a Gallagher, and a love-struck one at that, Ian was quite selfish about certain things. Not wanting to take care of Liam for the day, he handed Liam to Fiona and walked toward the convenience store alone.
The store was near the train station. Ian walked fast, not looking back.
Fiona, holding Liam, watched Ian's retreating back. Her brow furrowed slightly, a hint of anger appearing between her eyes.
A moment later.
Family is precious, after all...
The anger dissipated. Fiona sighed, held Liam, and started walking to look for Lip.
Searching here and there, asking a bunch of people, she still found zero news about Lip.
Walking along, Fiona passed by Dex Restaurant. She intended to speed up and rush past, but coincidentally, she saw Steve and Estefania eating lunch inside.
Seeing this...
Fiona almost stopped involuntarily. Her eyes widened as she stared at the couple, anger rolling through her gaze.
Inside Dex Restaurant.
Two seconds later.
Steve and Estefania noticed Fiona outside and turned to look.
Steve truly liked Fiona. Seeing her in this state, his expression shifted slightly, showing some reluctance.
Estefania, the heartless Brazilian beauty, felt nothing for Fiona. She glanced once, then looked away and continued eating.
Not far away.
Veronica was also watching Fiona.
How long had it been?
Over half a year.
They hadn't been in touch for over six months, barely even seen each other.
Now, seeing her again through the glass...
It felt like the glass was a barrier between two different worlds...
Veronica's thoughts were complicated.
What had Fiona been through in the last six months?
First, jail time for breaking and entering. Then, shortly after release, losing the Gallagher house completely. Sleeping with someone else's husband, getting caught, becoming a laughingstock...
Then Debbie locking kids in dog cages, Debbie kidnapping a child...
One outrageous event after another replayed clearly in Veronica's mind.
Veronica sighed silently. She didn't want to look at her former best friend, who was sinking deeper into the abyss step by step.
Just then, Fiona, with a slightly twisted expression, sensed Veronica's gaze. Her eyes shifted, landing on Veronica's face.
The next instant.
Fiona's face and eyes were filled with intense hatred.
Veronica saw it and shook her head, finding it laughable. She went back to her business, ignoring the existence of this bitch Fiona.
Bitch! Fiona cursed softly outside the restaurant and continued walking.
Inside.
Vivian and Mandy, witnessing this scene, found it amusing and shared a brilliant smile.
Fiona walked to the entrance of the Alibi Room. Thinking of Kevin, despite hating him too, she steeled herself and walked in.
Behind the bar.
Kevin was chatting and laughing with Katherine, the well-endowed bartender.
Suddenly seeing Fiona, the smile on Kevin's face faded significantly.
After everything, Kevin disliked Fiona. However, as a decent guy in this world, he maintained a polite sliver of a smile.
"Kevin, I wanted to ask, have you seen Lip since last night?" Fiona forced a small smile, asking as politely as possible.
Kevin disliked Lip just as much. He shook his head decisively. "Haven't seen him."
"Are you sure?" Fiona asked again.
"Positive," Kevin replied succinctly.
Fiona hated Kevin's attitude. She gritted her teeth, stopped talking to him, and asked the drunks at the bar.
None of the drunks had seen Lip.
Fiona turned and left. No goodbye, no thank you.
This attitude was truly interesting.
Katherine grinned, asking Kevin curiously, "Kev, that beauty is a bit arrogant. Your friend?"
Kevin smiled. "No. Just a damn Gallagher!"
Hearing this.
The drunks at the bar laughed heartily.
Leaving the Alibi.
"Asshole!" Fiona cursed viciously at the bar, then resumed her journey to find Lip.
---
Canada.
A Hospital.
After 3:00 PM.
Lip, who had been wheeled out of the operating room about two hours ago, lay on a hospital bed, still asleep under anesthesia.
His mouth stitches had been removed, leaving his lips looking horrifyingly ugly. His broken right shin had been treated and cast by the doctor.
Besides that.
Because he had no ID or phone, a Canadian police officer sat nearby.
Time ticked by.
The anesthesia wore off, and unimaginable pain gradually returned.
Stimulated by the pain, Lip's consciousness returned rapidly.
Not long after, Lip woke up. He opened his eyes slowly, looking around blurrily.
Being smart, Lip quickly realized he was in a hospital. Then, remembering what happened last time he woke up, he instinctively raised his hand to check his mouth.
The officer nearby saw this and spoke up to stop him. "You'd better not move. Don't touch your mouth. The doctor applied medication."
Hearing this.
Lip instinctively stopped. He tilted his head slightly, looking toward the voice.
Seeing the officer's uniform, Lip frowned, realized the situation, and tried moving his mouth.
Okay. A bit painful, but movable.
"Am I in Canada?" Lip asked hoarsely, enduring the pain.
Canadians are famous for their good temper.
Hearing the question, the officer smiled. "Yes. Judging by your accent, you're American?"
"Yeah, Chicago." Police represented authority. Lip instinctively hated authority and rules. He cut the crap and asked again, "Why am I in Canada?"
Lip's tone wasn't great.
The officer noticed but didn't mind much.
Good temper, after all.
"You don't know how you got here?" the officer asked, confused.
"No. I only remember last night, in Chicago, just about to go home..." Lip spoke, then realized a possibility. Rage flared. "Fxxk! Someone kidnapped me! Brought me here!!"
Words out, rage boiling.
Lip ground his teeth in anger and asked, "My mouth was sewn shut. What about my leg?"
"Your right shin was broken. Doctor said likely by a baseball bat or something similar," the officer replied good-naturedly, ignoring Lip's attitude.
"Fxxk!!" Lip cursed decisively. "Did the doctor find anything else?"
"A large dose of anesthetic in your system," the officer replied.
Lip fell silent, his mind racing.
As a smart guy, combining these pieces of information, Lip figured out the general sequence of events in moments.
Last night, someone ambushed him in his backyard. After he got out of the car, they drugged him, broke his leg, sewed his mouth, and shipped him to Canada!
Fxxk! Fxxk! Fxxk!
Who would do this?
Ding-dong.
Steve's face naturally appeared in Lip's mind.
Because of the incident in the jail cell the night before last, Lip immediately thought of and confirmed it was Steve. He was so angry he ground his teeth, wishing he could dismember Steve and kick his head like a ball!!
The Canadian officer didn't know what Lip was thinking and continued speaking.
He explained a lot, but the summary wasn't complicated.
Lip had no ID. He needed to provide a valid US passport and entry record; otherwise, he'd be considered an illegal immigrant.
Once the hospital declared Lip out of danger, Canada would deport him.
Here was the problem.
Without valid documents, the US wouldn't allow Lip entry.
So, Lip would have to be detained in Canadian immigration jail until the document issue was resolved.
"Do you have family? Want to make a call?" the officer asked politely after finishing.
Lip snapped back to reality, took a deep breath to force himself to calm down. "Yes. Please let me make a call."
---
Chicago, South Side.
Fiona was still searching, holding Liam.
Suddenly, her phone rang.
Fiona checked it. Seeing a "+" prefix on the number, she was confused but answered after a hesitation. "Hello?"
"Fiona, it's me," Lip said heavily.
Fiona recognized Lip's voice instantly and got excited. "Lip! Where the fk are you? I've been looking for you for hours..."
Fiona rambled on.
Lip had no choice but to listen patiently before speaking again to explain. "I'm in [City Name], Canada. Last night in the backyard, that bastard Steve kidnapped me!"
"That bastard drugged me, broke my right leg, sewed my mouth shut with needle and thread, and sent me to Canada!"
"I'm in [Hospital Name] in [City Name], Canada right now..."
Lip was too angry. Gritting his teeth, he explained everything without pausing.
Listening.
Fiona was first completely stunned, then rapidly furious. Her face was filled with rage. "!!!! That bastard!! I'm going to kill him!!!"
"Figure out how to get me back first. When I get back, I'll kill him myself!" Lip said decisively.
The siblings spent a few minutes venting their anger in harmony.
Of course, Fiona also expressed her deep heartache and concern for Lip.
Rage vented, they calmed down slightly.
"What do I do?" Culturally and in terms of common sense, Fiona was stupid. She had no idea how to get Lip back to the US.
"Find Tony. He should know what to do," Lip didn't have any ideas either, only this one.
"Okay," Fiona nodded hurriedly, then took a deep breath to hold back tears. "Take care of yourself."
"Don't worry, I will," Lip vowed.
Call ended.
Fiona called Tony immediately without hesitation.
Do you know how sluts treat simps?
Whatever the simp does, the slut thinks they deserve it.
"Tony, Lip is in trouble. I need your help." As soon as the call connected, Fiona used a demanding tone, not a pleading one.
Deep down, Tony hated Fiona. But the simp instinct remained, and more importantly, the desire to fk Fiona remained.
So, despite being annoyed by her attitude, Tony responded immediately. "What happened?"
Fiona explained the situation, then stated her demands. "I need to get Lip back. Also, this is kidnapping! Can you arrest Steve?"
Tony's brain buzzed.
Steve is that ruthless?
Kidnapped Lip? Broke his leg? Sewed his mouth?
Beautiful job...
Tony hated Lip too. Snapping out of it, he smiled silently, then said seriously, "Where are you? Let's meet and talk."
Tony was a simp, but not stupid. After last time, he realized being a couple with Fiona, or marrying her, was impossible.
Because Fiona was that kind of woman. She would keep fking other men in the future.
So, Tony just wanted to fk Fiona.
Thus.
Now that Fiona needed something, might as well get something in return!
Living in the South Side, a world full of shameless people, Tony was just relatively normal, not entirely shameless-free.
Fiona didn't detect Tony's intent and gave her address without thinking.
"Okay, I'll be right there," Tony dropped the line, hung up, and turned to his colleague. "I have some personal business. You go on without me."
The colleague heard the call content and grinned slyly. "Remember to wear a rubber. Careful of diseases!"
Chuckling, the colleague got out.
Tony drove off. A few minutes later, he thought for a moment, found a pharmacy, and bought a box of condoms.
Fiona had been fked by so many men.
Tony didn't want a disease.
Not long after.
Tony picked up Fiona. He made an excuse that there were too many people around and it wasn't appropriate for a police car to be there, then drove Fiona to a secluded spot.
Regarding men, the "hundred-man slayer" Fiona was sharp. Seeing the deserted location, she realized what Tony wanted. She instantly felt Tony was disgusting.
But she really needed his help...
Fiona took a deep, silent breath, suppressed the disgust, and asked Tony normally, "Tony, how do we handle Lip's situation?"
Tony cut to the chase. "Does he have a passport? Do you?"
"Neither of us do," Fiona shook her head.
Tony guessed as much. "That's trouble. If you had passports, this would be easy. Pick him up tomorrow."
"Without a passport, he has to apply for an emergency passport at the embassy there... That takes time."
"How long?" Fiona asked.
"I don't know exactly. Maybe a week," Tony said.
Fiona raised an eyebrow, anxious. "A week??"
Tony nodded. "Maybe longer. But time isn't the main problem. The main problem is he has to apply in person. You said his leg is broken, so moving him will be hard... Plus, applying requires at least his Social Security card. You have to mail that to him."
Fiona's head was spinning. She rubbed her face hard, speechless, and fell silent.
"So, someone has to go there, take Lip to apply for the emergency passport. Is that what you mean?" Thinking in silence, Fiona realized Tony's intent. She bit her lip and asked.
Tony nodded. "Yes. His leg is broken, he can't walk. Someone has to help him. But you don't have a passport, you can't go to Canada..."
Fiona bit her lip again, deciding to struggle one last time. "What about Steve?"
Tony pretended to ponder for two seconds. "Did Lip actually see Steve kidnap him?"
Fiona: "...No. But Lip is sure Steve did it."
Tony smiled bitterly. "No witness, just a guess, and Lip isn't even here. Police can't do anything."
Last struggle failed.
Fiona took a deep breath, knowing what she had to do. She stared unblinkingly at Tony. "Do you have a passport?"
Hearing this.
Tony rejoiced internally but put on a troubled face. "I do, but I have to work. I can't go to Canada."
"Tony, I actually like you. Maybe... I'll be your girlfriend for a week?" Fiona couldn't think of another way.
Lip was family. Had to get him back fast.
Besides, just sleeping with Tony for a week...
Nothing!
To repave the floor Frank ripped up, she slept with the floor guy for a month...
No big deal!
Tony was even happier hearing this, but didn't show it. He still looked troubled. "Fiona, it's not like that. I really can't take that many days off..."
"Two weeks!" Fiona didn't want to waste words with this disgusting man. She upped the ante before he finished.
Tony was tempted.
Simping for Fiona for years, dreaming for years...
Now, two weeks!
Enough to fk Fiona many times.
Tempted, Tony almost agreed, but held back. Still looking troubled. "Fiona..."
"One month," Fiona steeled herself, expression resolute. "Final offer! Or I find another way."
Empty threat. Fiona had no other way, and Tony knew it.
However, knowing Fiona, Tony also knew a month was indeed the limit.
So.
"Okay. After work today, I'll ask for leave, then go find Lip tonight." Overall, Tony was satisfied.
As for going to Canada...
Not much effort. Just a ten-hour drive.
Hearing this, Fiona sighed in relief. The joy of Lip coming home washed away the disgust for Tony. "Thanks."
"You're welcome," Tony smiled slightly. Then he glanced at Liam in the back seat. "I have a bit of time. I'll drop you back."
Fiona's brow twitched. She understood. Suppressing the nausea, she nodded. "Okay."
Tony drove without further ado.
About ten minutes later.
Gallagher House, Second Floor.
Fiona's Room.
Tony got his wish and fked Fiona hard.
Interestingly enough.
At first, Fiona was reluctant, but after a while, she started enjoying it.
After one round, Tony left.
Fiona took a deep breath, lit a cigarette, and called Ian to inform him about Lip.
Ian, working at the store, was incredulous. "Steve did it? Why?"
Good question.
Why do that?
"I don't know. I'm calling Steve right now!" Fiona said viciously.
Ian didn't know what to say. "Okay. Let me know the answer."
Call ended.
Fiona called Steve.
Steve, directing employees at the chop shop, saw Fiona's call. Surprised, he didn't answer immediately. Thought for a moment.
Figured it out.
Lip woke up, called Fiona, and Fiona called to interrogate?
Heh.
As a professional car thief, Steve was sure he left no evidence last night.
So.
Sneering, Steve answered, greeting her cheerfully. "Hello?"
Hearing the cheer in Steve's tone, Fiona's rage hit the roof!
Lip was suffering alone in Canada!
And Steve was this happy?
"Fxxk you!" Fiona, who planned to communicate calmly, snapped. Her face twisted into a mask of rage as she screamed, "Why the fk did you do that to Lip? You bastard, breaking his leg..."
Fiona's cursing was like a floodgate opening, endless.
Steve listened quietly, his smile growing brighter. He lit a cigarette and let her scream without interruption.
About two minutes later.
Fiona's tirade paused. "Steve! Say something, you fk!"
Steve laughed. "Fiona, what are you talking about? I don't understand. Did something happen to Lip?"
Hearing this.
Fiona shook with rage. "Fxxk you! Still pretending..."
Fiona cursed again, then started crying. "Why? You bastard, why did you do this..."
Steve exhaled smoke leisurely. "You're cursing the wrong person. I didn't do it. But if I had to guess, I'd say Lip got treated like that because his mouth is too cheap. He pissed someone off."
"Actually, I'm curious how Lip has lived this long safe and sound with a mouth like that."
"Truly a miracle."
Fiona: "..."
Fiona knew Lip's flaws.
But so what?
Lip was family! Dear family!
"Steve! This isn't over! I'm going to kill you!" Fiona went crazy, roaring.
Steve smiled brilliantly. "Fiona, you should be glad Lip is alive. Reflect on that. Bye."
Steve hung up.
Gallagher House.
Listening to the dial tone...
Fiona, truly maddened, froze for a second, then called back.
Steve rejected the call.
Fiona called again. Once, twice, three times...
All rejected.
Fiona gave up, collapsing in utter fury.
---
Convenience Store.
Love-struck Ian hesitated for a long time before dialing Mickey.
Mickey was with Carl at the shooting range site. Seeing Ian's name, the corners of his mouth curled up in a smug smile.
Smiling smugly, Mickey answered, speaking arrogantly. "Yo, look who's calling."
Hearing Mickey's voice again, Ian's love-brain kicked in. He felt happy involuntarily, ignoring the arrogance. "I need to ask you something."
"Shoot," Mickey replied bossily.
Ian explained Lip's situation without beating around the bush.
Mickey laughed. "Your family is a never-ending farce. So interesting."
"Cut the crap!" Ian snapped.
Mickey cooperated. "Getting Lip back from Canada? Simple. My cousins can do it. Drive a truck over, stuff Lip in the back, bring him back. Less than a day round trip."
"Just costs a few thousand bucks. You got money?"
A few thousand!
Ian had jack squat. But he knew Mickey had money, and knew Carl might be able to borrow it from Dexter .
"I'll call you back later," Ian thought and replied.
"Whatever." Mickey had money. As a true romantic warrior, he was willing to pay for Ian to fix this.
But pride dictated he couldn't just offer. Ian had to ask.
Ian hung up and called Fiona.
Fiona was breaking down. But seeing Ian's call, she tried to pull herself together and answered.
Gotta say, as a guardian, Fiona was decent.
Ian sensed something was wrong with Fiona but wasn't good at comforting. He just repeated what Mickey said.
"If Tony has issues, maybe we can try Mickey's way. Lip could be back tomorrow. As for money, I'll figure out how to borrow it."
Hearing this, Fiona smiled bitterly and shook her head.
Even though she desperately wanted to see Lip tomorrow... a few thousand dollars!
Who would Ian borrow from? Wouldn't they have to pay it back? How?
The Gallagher house was broke. Out of ammo and food!
"Forget it, Ian. Let Tony handle it," thinking of being fked by Tony not long ago, Fiona said weakly.
Ian paused. "You sure?"
"Yeah," Fiona replied even more weakly.
"Okay."
Call ended.
Fiona went limp, lying on the bed, closing her eyes, crying silently again, hoping this nightmare would end when she opened them.
---
Outside the Alibi Room.
Dexter, cigarette in mouth, listened quietly to Karen's recount, thoroughly amused.
Not long ago, Lip called Karen and explained the situation.
Karen turned around and called Dexter , reporting dutifully.
"Got it. Thanks," Dexter thanked her after listening.
Karen giggled. "You're welcome. That Steve did a beautiful job."
"Indeed," Dexter laughed.
After chatting a bit, Dexter hung up and started musing with a smile.
In the original show, Steve sent Frank to Toronto. Later, it was exposed, Fiona punched him and ordered him to bring Frank back...
Thinking of that plot, Dexter smile deepened.
So interesting.
Steve did a good deed, got punched and dumped.
Turn around, Fiona fks Tony.
Then, not long after, Fiona goes to find Steve as if nothing happened, acting all high and mighty.
Truly a standard little fairy, Dexter thought silently, continuing to muse.
How would Fiona get Lip back this time?
Steve again?
Or Mickey?
Dexter didn't expect it to be Tony. So, after calling Mickey and hearing his side, he was surprised.
Cucked and still simping this hard?
Dexter genuinely admired Tony.
---
After 8:00 PM.
Tony, having used up all his accumulated annual leave at once, drove his car into the Gallagher backyard.
Soon.
Fiona got in.
Moments later.
Fiona started oral service.
Then they battled.
After more than ten minutes, satisfied, they chatted a bit, and Fiona got out.
Tony drove off smiling into the night, heading for Canada.