Chapter 100 — Fiona Kicks Monica Out
Meanwhile, over at the chop shop, William suddenly received a system notification.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. Mission completed: Help Fiona reclaim Liam.]
[Reward obtained: Japanese Mastery]
William: "????"
What the hell?
He hadn't even done anything—how was the mission completed?
Just as William rubbed his chin, trying to figure out what was going on, the roar of a motorcycle engine came rolling in from the distance.
A moment later, a KTM 390 Duke came to a stop right in front of him.
Steve took off his helmet.
"Not bad."
William gave the bike a quick once-over. For an entry-level "dirt-friendly" street bike, it was exactly what he wanted—portable enough, capable enough, and with decent off-road potential.
"I'm satisfied."
"You like it, good."
Steve nodded.
"Pleasure doing business. And… good luck out there."
William extended his hand.
Steve nodded again and shook it.
At that instant, [Impotence] transferred smoothly onto Steve's body.
Whether Steve could still bring Estefania back in one piece now…
Well—he'd have to rely on luck.
After settling things with Steve, William pulled out his phone and called Nastya.
"Nastya. You able to talk?"
The call connected, and Nastya's voice carried a hint of excitement—like she couldn't believe he was contacting her directly.
"Yes, my Lord. I can."
Clearly, she felt honored.
"Tonight, you and Tasha need to find a way to take Mandy and Svetlana out. Then leave me a way in—keep a door unlocked."
"And you must ensure the house is completely empty. No one inside."
"Can you do that?"
William didn't bother with euphemisms.
These women had witnessed miracles with their own eyes. If anyone in this world obeyed him without question—
it was them, along with Sophia.
"Understood, my Lord."
Nastya answered reverently.
William's reason was simple: he needed to stash weapons inside their place while everyone was gone.
He had no idea how long his trip to the other world would take, so he had to get everything in Shameless's world set up properly first.
Otherwise, he might come back and find the entire game board flipped upside down—and that would ruin the fun.
William ended the call.
Then he decided to swing by 2119 North Wallace.
He was genuinely curious how Liam had been returned.
So he hopped onto the KTM and rode out of the chop shop.
---
At the same time, elsewhere on the South Side…
Back at Fiona's house.
The joy of reunion had completely overwhelmed Fiona's mind.
She didn't stop to wonder why Monica suddenly brought Liam back.
To Fiona, family was everything.
Of course—that was only the surface.
Deep down, it was Fiona's subconscious putting shackles on herself, locking her into a role she'd been forced to play.
Later on in the original story, this would become painfully obvious.
Fiona, in truth, had a powerful urge to control the Gallagher kids.
And when her love life and career repeatedly collapsed—when Carl, Debbie, Lip, and Ian all betrayed her one after another—she finally slid into the abyss.
She became an alcoholic.
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Bang bang bang.
A sudden knock at the door.
William stood outside, waiting.
A moment later, the door opened—
and Fiona appeared, holding a little Black kid in her arms.
"William? What are you doing here?"
"Came to check on you. Hey, Liam~"
William pinched Liam's cheeks lightly—casually reclaiming the mark he'd left on him.
At this point, of William's three marks, only one remained active—on Michael Scofield.
---
After stepping inside, William immediately noticed Monica in the kitchen, busying herself like she belonged there.
And instantly, William understood.
Bob was dead. No one was funding Monica anymore.
So she'd come crawling back—ready to suck the Gallagher family dry again.
Hah.
Monica's shamelessness was honestly worse than Frank's.
William had no intention of letting Monica and Fiona "make peace" just because Liam was returned.
Sure, their conflict would eventually explode no matter what…
But this time, William wasn't doing it just to torment Fiona.
He simply believed Monica didn't deserve even a hint of stability.
So William decided to light the fuse early.
Frank was still lying in a hospital bed and couldn't help Monica fight her battles—
which meant Monica was about to be tossed out, fast.
---
William leaned close to Fiona and asked, low and direct:
"Why is your mom back?"
Fiona shrugged casually.
"I don't know. Maybe her conscience kicked in… or maybe Bob abused her and Liam?"
William's arm slid around Fiona's waist as his eyes flicked to Monica.
"It's probably neither."
He spoke casually, like he was discussing weather.
"I saw the news a few days ago. That lesbian Black trucker—Bob—got blown up on the job. Bomb attack."
"Gone. No body left."
Fiona froze.
"…Really? Bob's dead?"
She didn't believe it.
So William pulled out his phone.
Even on 3G, loading news pages wasn't hard.
He quickly brought up the article—complete with dramatic headlines about the police forming a task force and condemning "domestic terrorist attacks on American soil."
Fiona stared at the screen.
Then her face changed.
"Holy shit… it's real?!"
She turned slowly, like her mind couldn't catch up.
"So Monica didn't bring Liam back because she grew a heart…"
"She brought him back because her meal ticket died?"
Fiona didn't even know how she felt anymore.
Earlier she'd been confused—wondering why Monica suddenly "got better."
Now this news made everything make sense.
Because this was Monica.
Monica didn't become good overnight.
If she truly wanted to be good—
she would've stayed back when Fiona was nine.
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"So she came back because she has nowhere else to go?"
Fiona found herself feeling strangely empty.
Her chest didn't even rise with anger the way it used to…
Yet her eyes turned red anyway.
Tears gathered, stubborn and unwanted.
Her nose burned.
"…Oh my God."
That was all she could manage.
She didn't even know what emotion she was trying to name.
---
Monica, sensing something, set down the pan and walked over.
"What are you two talking about?"
Then she saw Fiona's tears.
Her expression changed instantly.
"Sweetheart… why are you crying?"
Monica may have been shameless, filthy, and selfish—
but bipolar disorder gave her a terrifying kind of empathy.
When Fiona cried, Monica felt it like it was happening to her.
She reached out, trying to wipe Fiona's tears—
but Fiona slapped her hand away before she could touch her.
"Don't."
Fiona's voice trembled.
"Just… don't."
She looked at Monica with raw hatred.
Monica blinked, confused.
"What? Baby… what's wrong?"
She still didn't realize she'd been exposed.
And her concern—though real in the moment—was pure instinct.
It wasn't sincere.
It wasn't rooted.
It was like an emotional reflex from her disorder.
In the short term, it could melt someone's heart.
But give it time…
and Monica always returned to her true form.
Worse, when she relapsed, she became even more destructive.
---
"What's wrong?"
Fiona laughed bitterly.
"You're asking me what's wrong?"
Her voice rose.
"If Bob hadn't died—would you ever have brought Liam back?"
As she spoke, she handed Liam to William.
William accepted him smoothly, as if he were taking popcorn at a show.
Monica's face stiffened.
Her lips parted.
"…Baby…"
"…You… you know?"
Fiona snapped.
"Answer me!"
Monica panicked.
"I—it's not like that, Fiona! It's not what you think!"
Lie.
Instant lie.
Automatic lie.
But Fiona knew Monica too well.
She could smell the dishonesty the moment Monica opened her mouth.
Her tears finally spilled.
She couldn't stop them anymore.