My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Now that Ethan already knows Fiona and Veronica, he must also know what kind of person he is.

Frank has this confidence that others will never say anything good about him in front of him.

Since I can't continue to fool Ethan and get benefits from him, I might as well get the money back from last time to make up for the loss.

Looking at the palm firmly stretched out in front of him, Ethan twitched the corners of his mouth, somewhat confused about whether to laugh or cry.

I had known for a long time that he was shameless, but I didn't expect that he could be so shameless.

After having invited someone to drink for so long, you can still confidently stretch out your hand and want to get the money back. This is considered a talent.

Eddie, who was standing nearby, saw what was happening and looked at Frank mockingly.

"Give me the money quickly."

Frank is thick-skinned and doesn't care about other people's eyes.

He hooked his outstretched palm a few times: "There are two hundred and fifty-eight dollars in total. You can just give me two hundred and five dollars. The remaining eight dollars can be treated as my invitation to you."

"Who asked you and Kevin to cheat me and drink Macallan? I can't bear to drink such expensive wine."

"This is for the sake of old friends, otherwise I would still charge interest."

That confident look made Ethan gain insight.

He smiled and lifted the corner of his clothes, tapping his fingers lightly on the handle of the gun: "Mr. Gallagher, are you sure?"

"Farke."

Frank danced excitedly: "You can't threaten me like this, I know I hate cops."

"Bang."

Ethan took a step back and closed the door.

Frank's yelling continued, and he walked down the steps with a smile.

"Jingle Bell."

My phone rang, I took it out and saw, what a coincidence, it was a call from Fiona.

"Hi."

Ethan pressed the answer button: "Where do you think I am?"

"Thank you for your generous gift, aren't you here too?" Fiona's nervous voice sounded on the other side of the phone.

"so smart."

Ethan silently gave her a thumbs up: "How did you guess that?"

"You come to my house first." Fiona said hurriedly: "Come here quickly, please, you are the only one."

"beep."

Looking at the hung up call, he inexplicably put the phone into his pocket.

I pressed the intercom and spoke to Hank before getting in the car and driving to Gallagher's house. It was only two streets away and I could get there in just a minute.

As soon as she stepped onto the porch, the door was opened by Fiona.

She looked around nervously, grabbed Ethan's hand, and walked quickly upstairs.

"Promise me not to go crazy..." Fiona said hurriedly: "I don't know what to do anymore. Come and help me come up with an idea."

She was dragged into a small room on the second floor. Debbie was standing in the corner of the room, her mouth raised.

Sitting in the toy car next to her was a blond child wearing pink clothes.

A large circle of lipstick was also painted on the child's mouth.

"look."

Fiona clasped her trouser pockets with her hands and leaned against the wall helplessly.

He didn't notice it at first, but Ethan quickly realized that Liam was a black boy and the one in front of him was a white boy.

Judging from the appearance, there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Waterfa?"

Ethan quickly took out his phone and clicked on the photo album.

Except for the different clothes and a big red face, he was exactly the same as the missing Casey.

"It's not what I want, is it?"

Looking at Fiona, Ethan slapped his forehead.

"I just found out what you were thinking." Fiona looked at Debbie angrily:

"Why would you steal a little boy home, put lipstick on him and dress him up like a little girl?"

"I don't want to either." Debbie said aggrievedly:

"I originally wanted to steal a little girl, but I couldn't find it."

Fiona was speechless for a moment, then asked excitedly:

"That's not the point. The point is why would you steal a child back? Do you know that this is a very bad thing?"

"I miss Ginger." Debbie said angrily:

"Who asked you to send Jinji away? I don't have any friends. I just want a friend."

"I bought it!"

Fiona covered her head, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Who is Jinji?" Ethan opened his hands.

Through Fiona's narration, he knew what happened.

The cause of everything is Frank.

Ginger was Frank's aunt and the original owner of the house.

She has been dead for many years, but Frank has been fraudulently collecting Ginger's pension benefits.

Some time ago, the government department sent people to investigate, mainly to check whether there was any fraud in claiming insurance benefits.

In order to prevent Frank from going to jail, Fiona had no choice but to bring back an old man from the private nursing home where Veronica worked part-time, pretending to be Aunt Ginger.

Although the matter was successfully resolved, Debbie was reluctant to let go of the old man. She had been depressed these past few days.

Unexpectedly, she would cause such a disaster.

"It's not right for you to do this."

Ethan knelt down and looked at Debbie: "Now I need to take Casey back. Where is the suit he is wearing?"

"I gave him orange juice just now."

Debbie reluctantly pointed to the cardboard box on the ground next to her: "The clothes are stained, I have already taken them to be washed."

Fiona quickly ran downstairs and soon came up with a set of Superman clothes.

"I'll just take him back like this!" Looking at the clothes that had shrunk a few sizes, Ethan shrugged and said, "I don't think he can fit in it."

"No." Fiona shook her head hurriedly:

"When they see Kathy changing her clothes, others will definitely ask questions."

"Is it okay to just say no?" Ethan said with a relaxed expression, "Debbie didn't do anything to Kathy."

"Don't worry, I'm here."

"It's not that simple." Fiona flatly refused:

"When something like this happens, someone from the Department of Children and Family Services will definitely come to your door."

"They were all going to be sent to foster homes, except for me, until Frank proved he was capable, and I'd been through that and didn't want to go through that again."

"Please, please, think of something."

Ofina's eyes filled with tears as she realized what was going to happen.

When Debbie on the side heard these words, she also knew that she was in big trouble. She lowered her head and stood silently at the door.

Seeing the pitiful looks of the two of them, Ethan scratched his head.

With the way Frank looks, it feels like it will be even harder to prove his parenting ability.

To be honest, he didn't have a good impression of the Department of Children and Family Services because of what he had been exposed to. He couldn't bear to see Ian and Carl wandering around in various foster homes.

"Let's go out and buy a new set."

After thinking about it, Ethan pointed to the shrunken Superman costume in Fiona's hand, and then looked at Debbie:

"I'll think of an excuse later and ask Debbie to take Casey back. This way we can avoid trouble."

"good idea."

Fiona nodded quickly, turned around and walked outside.

"Hey."

Ethan quickly followed out of the room and grabbed Fiona:

"Honestly, do you have a safe place?"

"We need to find someone we trust to help keep an eye on Kathy. We are not here. If Debbie takes the child to another place, it will be really troublesome."

After asking him to remind him, Fiona also reacted.

Not to mention that Kathy had to find a place to wash off the lipstick.

"Let's go to Veronica's house."

Fiona returned to the room and strode out with Casey in her arms: "The water heater in my house is broken, so I just went there to wash it."

"My water heater is not broken."

Ethan poked her arm and smiled: "Why don't you come to my place to wash yourself at night."

"When did this happen?" Fiona freed up a hand and slapped him on the butt: "You are still thinking about this kind of thing."

First, she saw through the window that no one was outside, and then Fiona wrapped Casey in her coat.

After the two people went out, they quickly walked to the side.

Veronica's house was next door, and Fiona had a spare key with her. She quickly walked onto the porch and opened the door.

In less than a minute, he hurried out again.

"Let's go."

Fiona held Ethan's hand tightly, her voice trembling.