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The Alibi Room.
Having been Fiona's doormat for so many years, Tony's first instinct—like a reflex—was to lock onto Fiona's silhouette in the crowd.
A split second later.
Still purely on instinct, Tony cracked a smile.
But, a split second after that.
Instinct retreated, reason returned, and Tony stopped smiling. The warmth vanished from his face, his eyes turning resentful.
The truth was, to this day, Tony genuinely hated that bitch Fiona. And because of her, he was honestly a little afraid to get close to other won, terrified they might turn out to be top-tier bitches just like her.
Tony looked away, quickly assessing the situation.
He'd been a cop for years, after all. It only took him a blink to get the gist of what was going on.
Monts later.
Tony and his partner arrived in front of Peg and Monica.
"Who called it in? What happened here?" Tony pulled out his notepad, adopting a strictly business attitude.
Hearing this, Fiona, despite her bad feeling, still clung to a sliver of hope. She opened her mouth, transforming into her "innocent victim" persona, and spoke softly to Tony. "Tony, I called the police. My mom was beaten by Peg..."
Fiona rattled off her story.
As soon as she finished, the emotionally unstable Monica started screeching. She wouldn't shut up, accusing Peg of everything under the sun while screaming that Peg was a slut and a cnt.
Tony was a civilized man. He didn't like that kind of language and frowned slightly.
Peg sat in her chair, leisurely smoking a cigarette, completely unfazed.
With that kind of aura, she really lived up to her reputation as an old drug lord.
Monica was still screaming, going on and on.
Tony couldn't take it anymore. Ignoring Monica, he turned to Peg. "Peg, is that what happened?"
Peg exhaled a long puff of smoke and smiled faintly. "I was disciplining my son. She hit first. Slapped right in the face. I acted in self-defense. Everyone here can testify to that."
"Besides, I have cancer. Stage four pancreatic cancer. I could drop dead at any mont. You really want to arrest ?"
As soon as these words ca out.
Fiona, who had no idea about this, suddenly furrowed her brows, looking at Peg with a complicated expression.
Frank instantly lit up with joy. The smile on his ugly face was practically overflowing.
Carl, who also didn't know, imdiately looked deeply saddened. He couldn't help but cry out, "Grandma..."
Peg turned and smiled at Carl. "It's okay. I'm old. It's ti to die."
Carl's eyes turned red, and he couldn't speak.
Fiona's gaze beca even more complex. She couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for how she had treated Peg before...
"I'm sorry to hear that," Tony said to Peg after a mont's thought. Then, he suggested, "Why don't you two settle this privately? It's a family matter. No need to drag this to the station."
Monica stayed silent.
Peg grinned. "No settlent. This bitch hit . I'm pressing charges."
"..." Tony had a genuine headache.
Fiona's montary regret vanished instantly. Anxious, she said to Tony, "Tony, maybe we should just drop it. It's just a small disagreent. I wasn't thinking clearly when I called the cops."
If this were the old days, and Fiona said that, the matter would definitely be dropped.
But, the past is the past. This is now.
Tis have changed.
Tony glanced at Fiona but didn't say a word. He shifted his gaze to Kev. "Kev, who hit who first?"
Kev wasn't that smart, so he honestly recounted what happened. "They were arguing first. Then Peg threw a drink in Monica's face, and Monica slapped Peg..."
Tony listened, then verified the story with a few other people on the scene.
Once confird.
"In that case, both of you are coming with us to the station," Tony said, strictly by the book.
His partner decisively pulled out the handcuffs.
Seeing the cuffs, Fiona—who was actually quite cowardly deep down—panicked. She hurriedly pleaded with Tony, "It's such a small thing, surely there's no need to go to the station..."
ntally unstable Monica got pissed off and imdiately started cursing and screaming.
And that screaming...
Made things a lot easier.
Click!
Tony's partner didn't hesitate for a second. He cuffed Monica and started leading her out.
Tony still didn't speak to Fiona. He walked up to Peg but didn't pull out his cuffs. "Peg, can you walk on your own?"
Peg wasn't panicked in the slightest. She simply shook her head. "Nope. I can only move in a wheelchair. If you want to take to the station, I'm afraid you'll have to push ."
Tony was stuck. He really wanted to just let Peg go.
But Monica had already been cuffed. Even if it was just a formality, Peg had to go to the station too.
At this point, Dexter smiled and spoke up. "Tony, how about this? I'll drive Peg over and follow your cruiser. Does that work?"
Hearing this, Tony breathed a sigh of relief. "That works. Thanks."
"No problem," Dexter smiled back.
Tony didn't waste any more words and turned to leave.
Dexter didn't dawdle either. He helped Peg into her wheelchair and called out to Carl, "Carl, co here. Push your grandma to the car."
Carl was still heartbroken over the cancer news. Hearing this, he sniffled, nodded heavily, and imdiately started pushing the wheelchair.
"Bianca, let's go," Dexter said to Bianca.
Bianca had no objections and walked out with Dexter.
Fiona's face fell. She watched helplessly as Monica was cuffed and led out of the Alibi. Just like every other ti a crisis hit, her mind went blank, she had no plan, and she just stood there, stunned.
Soon.
Carl pushed Peg out of the Alibi, disappearing from everyone's view.
Seeing this.
"Hahaha!!" Frank imdiately raised his arms to the sky and laughed, ecstatically happy. "Thank you, God! That old bitch is finally dying!!!"
In this situation, a sentence like that was truly jarring to hear.
Instantly, everyone turned their eyes to Frank. Fiona was one of them.
Staring blankly at Frank for two seconds, Fiona suddenly snapped out of it. Rembering why she ca here in the first place, she hurriedly demanded, "Frank! Where is Liam?"
Frank was riding high on excitent and had genuinely forgotten about Liam. Reminded, he turned his head, spotted Liam, and pointed. "Eh, isn't he right over there?"
Fiona looked where Frank was pointing. She rushed over to Liam, picked him up nervously, and finally felt a little relief.
With the relief ca the anger she had been suppressing. Fiona imdiately yelled at Frank, "Where did you take Liam? Why didn't you tell ..."
Frank was in a great mood and didn't want Fiona ruining it. He decisively ignored her, walked straight to the bar, and hollered, "Everybody! This round is on ! Let's celebrate that my bitch of a mother is about to kick the bucket!!"
Hearing there was free booze, the barflies instantly cheered.
Yep, shaless, the lot of them. No surprise there.
Fiona stood there holding Liam, watching this scene, not knowing what to think.
After hesitating for two seconds, Fiona rushed up to Frank, her face dark as thunder. "You're just going to stay here and drink? What about Monica? We have to go to the police station!"
Frank rejected the idea without thinking. "Not going! It's just a little bar fight. They'll release Monica imdiately."
"Even if they don't, she'll only be in there for a few days. It's fine."
Even though she thought she knew the depths of Frank's shalessness, hearing this still shocked Fiona. "She is your wife..."
Frank ignored her.
Fiona pestered him for a bit longer, but there was nothing more to say. She had no choice but to leave holding Liam.
Outside the Alibi Room.
Turn right, and she could go ho.
Turn left, and she could go to the police station.
Fiona hesitated for a mont. Finally, she gritted her teeth and chose to turn left, toward the police station.
The reason was simple.
Monica was family!
And in this world, nothing and no one was more important than family!
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