Chapter 432 High Fever

"You said it, not me."

Rebecca smiled at him. She looked at the dagger in her hand and even lifted her hand to try the blade.

A cold glint appeared on the dagger under the fire; it complemented the cold smile on Rebecca's face."

"You said I was like Mother Mary, Mr. Winston. I only explained what the phrase meant and expressed that I have no hate toward Mother Mary. You were the one who forcefully placed your definition of Mother Mary on me. Don't get the facts mixed up."

"What's the difference?"

David heaved heavily as he asked, confused.

Rebecca remained smiling. "Of course, it's different."

She held the dagger and slowly moved it toward David's wound. A light brush made his hair stand on end.

"I'm willing to save you because of the last trace of conscience you've shown. I'm not willing to see you die on this mountain. Yet, it doesn't mean I believe that someone could turn over a new leaf. It's dumb.

"I like what people say on the Internet—why do bad people have their sins f