"I don't have much time to explain everything, but… I need to be honest with you," Yves said in the recording.
His eyes, red-rimmed and glistening with unshed tears, stared into the camera with a fierce determination. "I'm doing this for my daughter. For Rosie. She's all I have, and I want the best for her. I can't trust anyone else with her but you. Not even Clyde... not yet."
He paused, the bitterness evident in the tight line of his mouth, the struggle within him clear. "This war… it's not something we can win by fighting in the open alone. You know that as well as I do. That's why I'm turning to you again. I need your help."
Drawing a shaky breath, Yves continued, tears finally spilling over. "I made a deal with Vincent. I don't know if he'll betray me, but I can't take any chances. I need to strike first. I want him to face Madam Clark's wrath. It's the only way to ensure Rosie's safety."
