THE train manager inquired about what had happened and apologized for their negligence, promising to find the person responsible and deliver justice. But justice wasn't what mattered most to Mrs. Thompson right now.
"Manager, when will this train stop? We must get Mrs. Winslow to a hospital immediately," Mrs. Thompson demanded, her voice edged with urgency.
A conflicted expression crossed the train manager's face. With the bomb on board, stopping the train wasn't an option. Luo Yan wondered how exactly the manager planned to handle this.
Before Mrs. Thompson could press him further for answers, the door to their cabin swung open, and the doctor stepped out. He looked utterly drained, sweat dripping down his face like he'd just run a marathon—an unconventional sight, given the comfortably cool weather. It was clear that trying to save Mrs. Winslow had taken its toll on him.
