"He definitely won't let you off. When the time comes and you die in the Northwest, don't say I didn't warn you! I'm hanging up!"
Betty huffed and was about to hang up when she heard Abel anxiously speak on the other side.
"Wait!"
Her retracted hand lifted again, bringing the phone back to her ear.
"What?"
"I want to ask you a question."
"Ask it quickly, so that when you're dead, you won't have missed the chance."
"True." Abel's tone inexplicably became a bit deeper, "Betty, if I really died, would you cry for me?"
"What do you think? Of course..." she raised her voice, "No, I wouldn't!"
After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone and tossed it on the table, speaking furiously.
"Who are you blaming if you seek death on your own? Deserve it if you die, what's it got to do with me..."
