Divorced but Delighted novel Chapter 432

“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.

“Mr. Trevino, considering your hiking ability and the wounds on your body, let’s discuss it. When you wake up tomorrow morning, you can lead the way, I can help you down the mountain to the hospital, or I can help you find someone to settle down. I only have one condition, which is to ensure my safety, okay?”

Patrick raised his eyelids and looked at her.

Cierra continued to praise him. “I think that although people like you are a little more free-spirited, your principles should be very strong, especially fairness. At least, I saved your life…”

“Miss Barton.”

Before Cierra could finish her words, Patrick interrupted her.

He said coldly, “Have you watched too many TV series? Fairness?”

Countless people were staring at him and wanted to drag him down. Those old men in Washington D.C. might even kick him off if he made any mistakes.

Fairness?

If he cared about that, why would he be so bored as to play such a boring trick on Draven?

It was all because of those old fogeys.

Cierra understood what he meant, but she wasn’t discouraged.

She nodded. “I see.”

If he couldn’t guarantee her safety, she had to think of another way.

She covered her head with the coat, leaned against the stone wall, and closed her eyes.

She was also planning what to do next.

It was also because she did not respond to Patrick that the cave suddenly quieted down.

As the firewood flickered with dim yellow light, the man who was still suffering in pain felt a little helpless.

Did she understand?