The world begins with shameless people

Chapter 580 Frank's Journey

a new day.

Juarez, Mexico.

Frank woke up with a splitting headache. After a long while, he found himself lying in some godforsaken place, and a certain part of his body was hurting terribly.

Because of the pain, Frank thought of Sheila.

Thinking of Sheila, Frank naturally thought of everything about the Jackson family.

He can take a shower, have three meals a day on time, sleep on a comfortable bed, and Sheila will serve him well...

Thinking of this, and looking at the surrounding environment at the moment... Frank wanted to go back.

He's had enough of this crappy place and wants to go back to Chicago.

Having made the decision, Frank acted decisively, propped himself up, gritted his teeth and stood up. Then, he looked left and right, found a direction, and walked straight there.

Time flies. Asking people along the way, Frank, who looks like a homeless man and exudes all kinds of bad smells, limps towards the border with a very strange walking posture.

By now, Frank was out of food and ammunition, without a penny or medicine, and his luggage was long gone. However, despite this, he managed to get a ride with his eloquence and no longer had to rely on walking.

After two or three hours of hard work, Frank successfully arrived at the border.

There were long queues at several border checkpoints as usual, with many Mexicans waiting to cross the border to the United States.

Frank took one look and thought, this won't work.

As a shameless person among shameless people, queue up?

It is impossible to queue up, the only way is to cut in line.

Frank didn't hesitate. Taking an egg given to him by an old Mexican not long ago, he ran straight to the front of the line from the side with confidence, and then, whoosh, he cut in line and arrived at the window.

"Passport," the staff at the window looked at Frank and asked with disgust.

Frank heard it, put the egg gently on the windowsill, pretended to touch his pocket, and then acted surprised, "Oh, no, I didn't bring it with me. I don't know where I lost it... Just let me pass. Look at me, a pure American."

The staff shook their heads unceremoniously, "No entry without a passport."

Frank: “??? When was this stipulated? Why didn’t I know about it?”

The two of them quarreled back and forth like this for a long time.

Frank was ultimately unable to cross the border and retreated cursing.

At this time, an old Mexican who was waiting nearby and running a wiring business came over and said, "Hey, bro, you want to go back to America? I can help you go back!"

Frank's eyes lit up. "Really?"

*********

At the Jacksons' dining table in South Chicago.

Eddie brought Monica back from Juarez the day before yesterday. He spent the whole day yesterday thinking over and arranging various things. Today, at this moment, looking at Jody and Sheila, the psychopathic couple, he made up his mind to move away and stay away from these two psychopaths.

then.

Eddie took a deep breath, mustered up his courage, and said to Sheila, who was talking to Jody with a smile, "Sheila, I want to talk to you about something."

When Sheila heard this, she turned to look at Eddie. The smile on her face disappeared completely, and her expression became quite ugly. She said unhappily, "What else can we talk about?"

Eddie couldn't stand Sheila's attitude and felt disgusted, but he still held back his temper and said as calmly as possible, "Monica is back and the child is still here. I have to take responsibility for the child, so I plan to move out, rent a house outside, and take good care of the child."

The words hit my ears.

"????" Sheila was stunned at first, and then she immediately thought of Frank, "Monica is back? Is Frank with Monica?"

"..." Eddie was speechless and remained silent for two seconds before he spoke again, "Frank went to Mexico with Monica before. Monica is back, and Frank is probably still there."

"????" Sheila didn't expect Frank to go to Mexico. She was anxious. "Frank is alone in Mexico? Where is Mexico?"

"Juarez," Eddie replied, controlling his temper, and then immediately got to the point, "Sheila, I will move out as soon as possible... More importantly, renting a house and taking care of the child will cost a lot of money. I can't support this family anymore. After all, my income is just that much."

When Sheila heard this, she was stunned. It took her a few seconds to realize that Eddie was saying that he would not give her the money.

at once.

Silla's face fell, "What do you mean? You won't give me money? Then how will Karen and I live?"

Eddie really doesn't care about Sheila being a psychopath, but Karen is still young...

But what can we do?

Sheila is a psychopath, and I don't know what dirty things Karen is doing out there...

"Karen can take care of herself," Eddie said stiffly, "She no longer lives at home. As for you, you get several hundred dollars in disability benefits every week. In addition... you still have Jody, who can take good care of you."

Hear this.

The fool Jody immediately said to Sheila with a serious face, "Sheila baby, I can do it, don't worry, I will take good care of you."

When Sheila heard this, her expression changed again. She was really moved. "Oh, Jodi, you are such a good man."

Jody grinned, a wide grin.

Sheila smiled back, then turned her head sharply and looked at Eddie again, "Eddie, we are husband and wife, you had sex with Monica and made her pregnant... You want to leave now and not pay a penny in the future, this is impossible."

Sheila is indeed crazy, but she is not that stupid.

Life requires money, without money you will starve to death.

Eddie had always taken money home, but now he stopped giving it to his family? How could he live?

Eddie had anticipated this situation and was prepared for it. He smiled bitterly and said, "You make sense. I think I will give a small portion, not as much as before."

Eddie didn't really want to give this money, but, how to put it.

If I don't give her any money, Sheila might even get a divorce...

He can't get a divorce!

Once divorced, he still has to pay alimony... In this case, the money will be much higher and it will be almost a bottomless pit.

In this case, choosing the lesser of two evils and giving it to a small part is the best solution.

Silla rolled her eyes, "How much?"

"Ten percent of my income," was the answer Eddie had planned.

"No, it's too little!" Sheila refused without even thinking about it.

"So how much do you want?" Eddie asked, anticipating the situation.

"At least fifty percent," Sheila said.

Eddie shook his head, "I can't live like that."

"It's none of my business!" Sheila said.