Chapter 207 — Fiona Gives Up
Fiona didn't answer Lip's question.
Instead, she rushed upstairs and pushed open the door to Frank's room.
As expected—
Monica was lying on the bed like a corpse, completely unresponsive.
"Monica!"
Fiona shouted.
No reaction.
Her voice cracked. Panic seeped in.
In a burst of frustration, she yanked the blanket off Monica.
Monica only curled slightly, then fell still again—lifeless, empty.
"..."
Fiona's breathing grew uneven.
"What's going on?"
Lip and Ian rushed in behind her.
They froze at the sight—
Monica, limp and hollow on the bed.
Fiona, standing beside her, already breaking down, tears slipping from her eyes.
Fiona didn't answer.
She didn't want to accept it.
Without a word, she turned and walked out.
—
Downstairs.
She dropped onto the couch, hands shaking as she lit a cigarette.
"Fuck…"
One hand covered her face.
Her life—
It felt like a pile of garbage she couldn't crawl out of.
(There was some confusion in chapter numbers. That's why this is just a short chapter.)