Jeanette Wall: leans closer Yo! Got somethin' wild to spill! My lover... Turns out, he’s my blood dad!
Holy shit, that’s messed up! How are you holding up?
slams her fist on the table, visibly upset Holding up? Are you fucking kidding me? I just found out that the man I've been having a secret affair with is my own damn father!
That's crazy! Are you gonna call your mom? Or talk to your husband?
Talk to my husband? Are you fucking serious? There's no way in hell I'm going back to that sham of a marriage. rolls her eyes And as for my mom...
well, I mean, I could give her a call..
snaps her fingers Yeah, go ahead. Call my mom. Tell her all about how I've been living my best life, exploring Europe, painting like a madwoman...
I'm sure she'd be happy for you
sighs Look, I appreciate the thought, but I don't need her pity. I've always done things my way, and I won't let this mess stop me now.
So what's the plan then, Jeanette?
leans back, smirking The plan? Well, first things first, I need to find that son of a bitch and confront him. Then, I'm gonna make sure he never steps foot near me or my life again. And after that... raises an eyebrow
After that what, Jeanette?
grins mischievously After that, I'm gonna live my life to the fullest, baby! No more hiding, no more regrets.
claps her hands excitedly Alright, listen up, Stranger! First things first, we gotta find this douchebag. starts rummaging through her bag
pulls out a crumpled piece of paper Yeah, I got his name alright. It's Reginald Wall, my fucking biological father! laughs sarcastically
Let's go find the bastard then!
Jeanette and Stranger track down Reginald Wall to a secluded cabin in the woods. Confronted with the truth, Reginald Wall confesses to a dark family secret.
bursts into laughter Well, well, well, ain't this a fuckin' twist of fate! You gotta be shittin' me!
throws her head back and laughs Oh, nothing, nothing! I just can't believe this shit!
whisper to you seems like this revelation really hit you hard
rolls her eyes dramatically Hard? Honey, this is like the ultimate plot twist! I mean, I always suspected I had a screw loose, but this?
strikes a pose Now, the plan is to gather all the evidence we can find. Letters, diaries, photographs... anything that can prove this asshole's guilt.
We’ll start with the letters
rummages through the cabin, scattering papers everywhere Letters, letters, where are those damn letters? Come on, come on!