Frankie's eyes were red from crying.
He reached out to help Yvette stand up and said in a hoarse voice, "Mrs. Wolseley, Mr. Wolseley told me that I must send you home safely."
Yvette fiercely shook off his hand and said with trembling lips, "Save him, save him, Frankie!"
The long silence made her completely hysterical.
"Save him! Didn't you already stop the timer for the bomb? The number on the top has stopped!"
Yvette's voice was hoarse and choked. She cried and shouted, "You ... you save him."
Tears were already streaming down Frankie's face. "Mrs. Wolseley, there's no plan. There's no plan."
There was no plan.
These words were like a bolt from the blue, ruthlessly splitting open a hole in Yvette's heart.
"Ah!"
She roared and rushed forward like a madman.
Frankie held Yvette tightly and sobbed, "Mr. Wolseley, he ... he knows it. This is his choice."
