Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 422 Falling Off the Cliff

Cierra didn't know how she got ashore.

She was pressed into the bottom of the water, and then she was lifted up by the floating force.

There was nowhere to stand in the water. As she rose and fell, she once thought that she was going to be buried in the cold lake.

The cold water wrapped around her from all directions was like a thin net. It began to tighten as if it had caught prey, and then sank her into the water.

The situation was critical. There was a warm and powerful palm under her feet, which dragged her into the water again.

By relying on her survival instinct, Cierra tried to break free from the grip and rush towards the surface of the water.

But she had no choice. The more she struggled, the tighter the grab became.

Just when she thought that she could take advantage of the tide to step on the man below, she was pulled back into the deep water by a strong force! She was so close to taking a breath.

It was like being almost able to grab a driftwood on the surface of the water. At this time, the people standing on the shore smashed a stone, making the waves keep the wood away from her. As a result, the hope of survival was also shattered.

All of a sudden, Cierra felt a of defeat.

If she would really be buried here, she would definitely drag someone down with her!

The force in the water was originally entangled with her, but she took the initiative to turn into one of the forces and began to fight with the other party.

It was a good thing to perish with this lunatic.

However, it was different from what Cierra had imagined.

She had thought that she would be dragged by Patrick to die together, but she was dragged up in a desperate situation.

When her red lips were blocked, she gradually lost consciousness because of the lack of oxygen.

It was like a dream.

In addition to the sound of running water, she could still hear William calling her.

Not only William, but also her mother, father, and Jaquan...

She had fallen into a nightmare and given up struggling. Going with the stream was probably in her current state.

If she really disappeared from the world and integrated into the mountains and rivers, it didn't seem to be unacceptable. However, she felt a little regretful.

She hadn't seen William marry Lydia, or Bruno had reconciled with Wanda, and her mother's health had not improved completely. There were still a lot of things to do.

If she hadn't returned to the Barton family, she might have been able to leave calmly.

But in the end, she had seen them already.

"Wake up!"

As her consciousness grew hazy, Cierra seemed to be able to hear the chattering of angry roars in her ears.

"Miss Barton, you'd better wake up.

"I went through so much trouble to drag you ashore. I didn't want to see you become a corpse.

"Cierra! If you don't wake up, I'll throw you back into the water. At least you can make some contributions by feeding fish. What's the point of lying on the shore without opening your eyes? "Cierra, wake up!"

"Cough."

The accumulated water in Cierra's lungs was cleared, and she came back to her senses.

Was she... not dead?

Her tired eyelids moved, and the dazzling sunlight made her unable to open her eyes.

Since her body was so weak that she couldn't move, she simply lay on the shore like at salted fish. Other than raising her hand to show that she was alive, she didn't do anything else. Alive...

She was still alive.

Although Cierra did not open her eyes completely, she was still conscious.

She knew very well who saved her, and she also knew who the man beside her was.

She couldn't believe that this lunatic would save her.

When she was dragged into the water by him, she thought that he was going to take revenge on her and trample her underfoot.

Unexpectedly, when she used up all her strength, it was Patrick who pulled her ashore.

However, she did not have the energy to think about these things at the moment.

She just wanted to have a good sleep. She was really tired.

When Patrick carried her on his shoulder again, she spat out another mouthful of water.

Feeling a little sorry, Cierra weakly expressed her thanks.

No matter what he was thinking, he was indeed saving her.

Patrick seemed to have heard something funny. He clicked his tongue and said, "Miss Barton, are you thanking me? I thought you wanted to kill me."

After this experience, he had exhausted a lot of energy, and his hoarse and teasing words clearly showed how tired he was.

It turned out that this person also knew what tired was. Cierra thought to herself, "I thought he was made of iron."

After walking on the mountain road for so long, falling into the water with her, and struggling to drag her ashore, he still had the strength to carry her.

If it weren't for the fact that Cierra could tell from his tone that he was at the end of his rope, she would have wondered if he was a robot or if he had undergone some genetic modification as in a super movie. Fortunately, reality was not so sci-fi.

She leaned on Patrick's shoulder and chuckled wearily. "Mr. Trevino, how would you know that I didn't intend to kill you? It's just that I've always been clear about gratitude and hatred. Since you saved me, I naturally have to thank you."

Although she hated him, she still had a conscience.

No matter what he had done to her, she owed him a favor this time.

Even though he was the reason why she fell into the lake.

At the top of the mountain.

When the four saw Cierra and Patrick fall off the cliff together into the bottomless lake, they could no longer stand still.

"Hurry up and send someone down to salvage them. What are you waiting for?"

If William hadn't been rational, he would have jumped down with Cierra.

He didn't dare to delay any longer. Thinking that the later it was, the more likely it was to be dangerous, he immediately took out his mobile phone and hurried to call his men.

It had not been easy for him to replace his sister. How could he let her disappear from his sight?

William was so shocked that his hands trembled. He tried his best to hold the phone tightly.

He gave the order and received a call from Jaquan at the same time.

William didn't hide anything and told Jaquan everything truthfully. Then, he waited for Jaquan to blame him.

After all, it was his fault that he had lost Cierra.

William only prayed that Cierra was safe, otherwise...

He didn't dare to think about what would happen next. He was so anxious that his voice was trembling.

"Coby, Nick, and I have arrived in New York. Send us the location. We will bring rescue tools and people here.”

Jaquan didn't blame William. Instead, he gave the order in a calm voice.

In addition to sending more people to the mountain, he also sent two helicopters and various salvage equipment and ensured that they would arrive as soon as possible.

His voice was restrained, with a hint of soothing magic.

"William, don't be too pessimistic. Since you've brought Cierra back once, you can naturally bring her home again. Go and replace her. Good people will be blessed by the heavens. She'll be fine." "Okay, I got it, Jaquan."

William's throat felt tight as he suppressed his emotions.

He closed his eyes and said, "By the way, Jaquan, don't tell Mom and Dad about this for the time being, especially Mom. Try to keep it a secret."

"Yes, I know."