The world begins with shameless people

Juvenile detention center.

Neither Lip nor Fiona could accept this sentence.

Lip was very irritable, and the veins on his forehead were all bulging, "Debbie, what do you mean? What did the psychiatrist tell you? Everything she said was wrong!"

Debbie smiled slightly, "The doctor said you would say that, and she was right."

Lip was stunned when he heard this, "What the fxxk! What exactly did she say? Tell me!"

Debbie remained calm, "She said she admired our Gallagher family and thought it was difficult for us. But this is not right for us. You have had a very bad influence on me, making me unable to distinguish right from wrong. "

"She also said that family is indeed very important. But the importance of family is not only reflected in the fact that no matter how hard life is, a family must stick to it at all costs."

"We understand family too narrowly, thinking that staying together is a family."

"But that's not the case."

"..."

"I think she's right."

"I want to be better. I don't want to be like you when I grow up."

At this point, the prison guard next to him gave a warning, indicating that it was time to go back.

Debbie nodded obediently, then smiled happily at Fiona, who was already crying, "When you go back, help me apologize to Karl. I did something wrong before, and I hope he can forgive me."

"That's it, I'm leaving. If nothing happens in the future, you don't have to come see me again. One year will pass soon."

After speaking, without waiting for what Fiona and Lip could say, Debbie stood up and left with the prison guards.

Watching Debbie leave, Fiona's eyes were red, tears bursting from her banks, and she kept murmuring, "Debbie..."

Lip had veins on his forehead, clenched his fists, and was so angry that he was breathing rapidly.

The meaning of Debbie's last words just now was actually expressed very clearly.

Following the footsteps of Carl and Ian, Debbie is also getting rid of the Gallagher family...

So, what's left of the Gallaghers?

Only Fiona and Lip are left, as well as Liam, who doesn't understand anything, and Frank, who never brings good things, only bad things.

Is this still the Gallagher family?

'The Gallaghers are gone...'

On the way out, Fiona was distraught and desperate. She only had this one thought in her mind and nothing else.

Fiona didn't even know how she got out of the building. It wasn't until Lip roared that she barely regained consciousness.

"fxxk!" As soon as he walked out of the building, Lip roared angrily.

This kind of anger that often breaks out is really scary.

Fiona heard this and looked at Lip with despair in her eyes. She wanted to speak, but nothing came out.

Seeing Fiona like this, Lip felt heartbroken, "Fiona, don't worry, Debbie was just bewitched by that damn psychiatrist. She is a Gallagher and is our family!"

"We come to see her whenever we have nothing to do. If she sees us more, she won't have such ridiculous ideas anymore."

Is it really?

Fiona actually doesn't think so.

But in this situation, Fiona longs for, or must have, a hope, even if this hope is false and an illusion.

Because, if there is no such hope...

Fiona really doesn’t know how to hold on!

These children are Fiona’s life!

Raising these children has been almost the meaning of Fiona's life.

Without these children, what are we still doing? How to live?

"Yeah," Fiona mustered up her strength, forced a smile, and nodded.

Karen looked on coldly and saw this.

If she hadn't known what kind of rotten people these Gallagher family members were, Karen would have felt like she would have been moved.

Thinking about this, Karen couldn't help but want to laugh.

**************

2114 North Wallace Street.

There was no movement at all in Ian's bedroom.

Ian was still sleeping, motionless.

outside the room.

Painful and aware that she probably didn't have much time left, Peggy, who was sitting in a wheelchair, asked Frank to open the door to Ian's room.

Peggy looked over.

Frank also took a casual look.

Frank really didn't have much feelings for Ian. He looked away after just one glance, too lazy to look again.

Looking at Ian on the bed, Peggy frowned, wondering what was wrong with Ian.

Frank did have an idea.

Because Monica used to be like this from time to time... This scene was a little too familiar.

Except, Frank doesn't care.

After a while, Frank closed the door.

As a dying person, Peggy couldn't figure out what happened to Ian, so she didn't bother to care anymore.

When people are dying, many things really don’t matter at all.

What's more, family has never meant much to Peggy.

"Take me to a bath and give me a good rub," Peggy ordered to Frank.

Frank was pushing the wheelchair. When he heard this, he immediately twisted his mouth in displeasure, and the idea of ​​drowning Peggy came to his mind when he was helping Peggy take a bath.

Of course, this thought only existed for a moment and disappeared in an instant.

Frank didn't have the guts.

Care about Peggy?

Frank doesn't care.

Frank and Peggy, from a certain perspective, are like the kind of couple who often experience domestic violence.

The wife is often beaten by her husband. Over time, she develops a deformed attachment. If her husband is caught or dies, she will be reluctant to let him go and miss her.

All in all, very morbid.

About ten minutes later.

Frank silently helped Peggy take a bath.

"Use some force. After washing, push me to the Indian reading room. I think I should have good luck today," Peggy shouted dissatisfied with Frank's service.

Frank weakly hurriedly increased his strength. At the same time, he rolled his eyes and made up his mind, "Mom, I also want to play in the reading room. Can you give me some money?"

When Peggy heard this, she immediately sneered, "Haha, you want money? Work harder and serve me well, and I'll give you money."

"Okay!" When it comes to seeing money, Frank is the best at it.

************

The wasteland is about to be built as a shooting training range.

Carl was still chattering away, telling Mickey about the super strange dream he had.

Mickey was absent-minded, but finally couldn't help it anymore, interrupted Carl, and asked, "Mandy can't contact Ian, what's wrong with Ian?"

Karl didn't have such a high IQ, so he undoubtedly had it, and shook his head, "It's nothing. I was lying in bed at home. I guess I fell asleep, so I didn't answer the phone."

Mickey already knew Carl's IQ clearly, gritted his teeth, pretended to be casual, and said, "Still sleeping at this time? Doesn't he have to go to work? Just call and ask."

"Okay," Carl didn't think about anything, took out his mobile phone and called Ian.