Divorced but Delighted By Millie Huffman

Chapter 432 A High fever

“But you didn’t agree with me.”

Cierra smiled at him and looked down at the dagger in her hand. She even raised her hand to try the blade.

The dagger shone with a cold light under the fire light, making the smile on Cierra’s face even colder.

“Mr. Trevino, I’m not a saint. I’m just stating my thoughts. But you said I was stupid. Don’t confuse my memory.”

“What’s the difference?”

Patrick gasped for breath and asked in confusion.

Cierra maintained her smile, “Of course there is.”

She slowly moved the dagger towards Patrick’s wound.

“I’m willing to save you because of your last bit of humanity. I don’t want to see you die. in the wilderness, but it doesn’t mean that I’ll believe such stupid words that a prodigal will regret and become a good person.

“I like what people on the Internet say very much. Why can bad people be forgiven just stopping what they are doing, while good people have to suffer?

“I saved you because you’re a human. I don’t want to treat you wholeheartedly because you’re not a good person. Do you understand?”

In the end, she didn’t cut Patrick’s wound with the dagger. After scaring him, she put it into the sheath.

The dagger was Patrick’s, but she didn’t know if this lunatic would go crazy again. She’d better hide it away herself.

Patrick looked at her coldly and sneered. “Do you think you’ll be safe if you take away a tiny dagger?”

“But, at the very least, you’ll have to ask me for help in your current state.”

Cierra did not express much of his mockery.

In this case, no matter how eloquent he was, he was still a paper tiger. She knew very well that a person who couldn’t even walk steadily was not dangerous.

She added a few more pieces of firewood to the fire, then picked up the coat again and covered herself with it, intending to fall asleep again.

Before that, she calmly discussed her plan with Patrick.

help you down the mountain to the hospital, or I can help you find

and looked at

that although people like you are a little more free-spirited,

“Miss Barton.”

Cierra could finish her words, Patrick interrupted

you watched too

down. Those old men in Washington D.C. might

Fairness?

that, why would he be so bored as to play such

all because of

what he meant, but she wasn’t discouraged.

“I

couldn’t guarantee her safety, she

coat, leaned against the stone wall, and

planning what to do

also because she did not respond to Patrick that the cave suddenly

light, the man who was

Did she understand?

she

his eye and saw a slender figure in a coat leaning against the stone wall

painful, but maybe it was because of the cleaning and treatment, compared with

he didn’t continue to think about Cierra’s

closed his eyes and fell

felt something cold covering his forehead again,

fallen into a dream, a rare and

a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity

dream it was. He only knew that someone was by his side

was not afraid of the dark room, but he

a person very much.

someone next to him. Although he couldn’t see that person’s face clearly, nor could he hear any sound, he felt that… falling into a

was willing to sink

never wake

why does he have such a severe fever? He can’t even

Cierra supported a tall man and stepped into the forest step by step with