The world begins with shameless people

2108 North Wallace Street.

Monica's death came suddenly, but not suddenly.

However, the memory of yesterday's joy and wedding was still so clear, but just one night later, Monica turned into a cold corpse...

Debbie and others found it difficult to accept this sudden reality for a while, and it took them a long time to recover a little.

Ian called.

Wuyang Wuyang Wuyang~~
The ambulance arrived, followed closely by a police car.

It didn't take long before the emergency personnel announced Monica's death after a quick check and carried her body away.

In the living room on the first floor.

The Gallaghers just sat on the sofa, not saying a word.

After a long while, Fiona really didn't care. Not only did she not feel sad at all, but she felt relieved. She turned her head to look at other people, and then looked at the time.

"That's it," Fiona said as she was about to go to work. "I have to go to work."

Debbie really hated Fiona, the bitch, now. When she heard this, she subconsciously wanted to curse her, but she held it back.

Lip, Ian and Carl looked at Fiona and said nothing.

Seeing this, Fiona moved her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything. She just stood up and walked out... Her meaning was very clear in her attitude.

Fiona won't care about Monica's funeral.

Fiona is gone.

Ian took a deep puff of his cigarette, thought for a moment, and said, "I still have a little savings, not much. What about you? The funeral will cost a lot of money, so let's keep it simple."

Lip exhaled a puff of smoke and hesitated for a moment, "I only have a few hundred dollars."

Debbie naturally thought of the more than 8,000 US dollars, but she immediately thought of her daughter Franny... The more than 8,000 US dollars was enough for the mother and daughter to survive for a long time.

If they spend it...even if only part of it, it will shorten the survival time of the mother and daughter.

On second thought…
Monica is dead, and dead is dead. There is no point in spending more money, as Monica won't know.

"I have a few hundred dollars too," Debbie said after thinking it over.

At this time, Carl, who had been absent-minded just now and recalled the scene after Peggy's death, came to his senses and looked at Lip and others.

At this moment, Carl's feelings were quite complicated.

For one thing, Monica is not Peggy. In fact, Monica is very different from Peggy.

When Peggy was alive, she was very nice to him...Monica, basically, was like a stranger.

On the other hand, no matter what, Monica is his biological mother.

After a few seconds of silence, Karl felt a headache and was too lazy to think about it. "Or I can ask Ding Xiu, maybe I can borrow some money to hold the funeral."

"I will pay him back the money I borrowed from him slowly later."

Hear the words.

Lip, Ian, and Debbie all looked at Carl and remained silent for a moment.

Money is a very good thing...Now that the Gallaghers are grown up, Debbie still needs to raise her daughter Franny, and money is needed in all aspects.

In short, these Gallaghers all realize the importance of money.

"You try it first. If it doesn't work, we can get together and try again," Debbie was the first to speak.

Lip and Ian said nothing.

“Okay,” Karl, whose IQ is limited, or rather, whose thinking is simple and who doesn’t overthink things, responded, “Then I’ll go find Ding Xiu now.”

After saying this, Karl quickly got up and left.

Not far away.

Karl soon arrived at Ding Xiu's door and knocked on the door. Dong Dong Dong~~~
Ding Xiu opened the door and saw Karl, "Sorry about Monica."

The two houses were only a short distance apart, and Ding Xiu had of course heard about Monica's death. Karl was very calm and nodded, "She's dead, I want to ask you to borrow some money for her funeral, I will pay it back, I may not be able to pay it back for now, but I will definitely pay it back in the future."

Ding Xiu smiled slightly, reached out and touched Karl’s head, “She is your mother, give her a good party, wait for me.”

Carl nodded.

Not long after.

Ding Xiu took out 10,000 US dollars and handed it to Karl, "Go ahead, if you need any help, feel free to call me."

"Thank you," Carl thanked him solemnly, "Then I'll go back and discuss with Lip and the others about the funeral."

"Yeah," Ding Xiu responded.

Karl said no more and turned to leave.

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2108 North Wallace Street.

The fact is, these Gallaghers have never had $10,000 at one time in their entire lives.

Therefore, looking at the money that Carl brought back and placed on the coffee table, Lip felt really bad and subconsciously smoked a little harder.

Now that we have the money, the only thing left is how to do it.

"I can't take a long leave," Ian thought for a moment and said, "Debbie, how about you and Carl do it?"

It’s not that Ian can’t take a few days off, but he’s a little reluctant to do so… At this moment, Ian’s mood is quite complicated.

"Okay," Debbie didn't hesitate this time. It wasn't a problem as she didn't have to spend her own money and only provided some labor.

Karl was on vacation now, so he had no objection and nodded, “Okay.”

Seeing this, Lip simply stopped making excuses and said, "That's it, since we've agreed, I'll go to work too."

that's it.

Lip and Ian left together, going to work.

The house was empty again.

Debbie turned her head to look and found it inexplicably ridiculous.

Monica died, and it was like the death of a stranger.

"Do we need to find Frank?" Carl suddenly asked.

Debbie heard it, came to her senses, thought about it, and shook her head. "Forget it. He was only a human for one day. Who knows where he is now. There's no need to look for him."

"When he wants to come back, he will come back naturally."

"Okay," Carl asked casually. He didn't care whether Frank showed up or not.

the fact is.

Debbie is spot on.

Comrade Frank Gallagher has hardly ever taken responsibility for anything in his life. When faced with big things, he would just run away.

At this moment.

Frank, who had been walking in a daze all the way, was huddled under a bridge, curled up into a ball with empty eyes.

This is a gathering place for homeless people.

Frank is a "prominent figure" in the South District, and all the homeless people here know Frank.

"Frank, I haven't seen you for a long time. What's wrong with you?" At this time, a homeless man sat next to Frank and handed the wine he had picked up to Frank.

Frank took it stupidly, took two gulps, and said in a tearful voice, "Monica is dead..."

"Who's Monica?" the tramp asked.

"My wife, the love of my life," Frank replied.

"I'm sorry to hear that," the tramp said apologetically. (End of this chapter)