Divorced but Delighted

Chapter 237 You… You Know All About It?

No matter how many times he called or texted Cierra, there was no response.

Obviously, she didn’t want to contact him anymore.

As a result, his joy that was ignited because of the phone call was slowly worn away, leaving only resentment and a little helplessness.

Ryan could not be bothered with him and rolled his eyes.

“Is it my fault that Cici didn’t blacklist me? It’s your own problem. Why do you have to treat Aleah like a treasure? Who can you blame?”

Draven remained silent and continued to turn the ticket in his hand with his head down.

It wasn’t until the phone on the table rang that he came back to his senses.

He glanced at it and then hung up the phone.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ryan also saw the name on the screen and couldn’t help clicking his tongue.

“Are you sure you don’t want to answer the phone? Aleah is now lying in the hospital, and her life is in danger. This

time is different from the last time she committed suicide at the police station. The photos of the car accident are quite tragic. If you follow me to Los Angeles to find Cici, you may not even be able to see Aleah for the last time.”

Draven raised his eyes and shot a cold glance at him.

Ryan was not afraid of losing face. “I’ll tell you the truth.”

Draven didn’t argue with him.

He sat up straight on the sofa, pressed the ticket under his mobile phone, and took a sip of the Mason cake.

The sweet and greasy taste filled his mouth. The chocolate that ordinary people needed to eat with coffee was eaten by Draven expressionlessly.

If it weren’t for the fact that Ryan had seen enough of Draven’s love for sweet food, Ryan would have mocked him.

Only children liked sweet food. How old was he?

Draven didn’t care about Ryan’s gaze. He dug out Mason cake from the plate expressionlessly and spoke slowly.

“The Trevino Group has cut off all ties with the Boyle family a long time ago. From a business perspective, it has nothing to do with me. As for our private relationship, there has been such a big scandal. Do you think the Trevino family needs to show respect to the Boyle family?”

“That’s from the perspective of a normal person. Are you a normal person?”

Ryan was also mean, and he blurted it out without thinking.

Draven couldn’t be bothered to argue with him.

)illness, but he was in

getting sick was a shameful thing, and he didn’t avoid

abnormal, but it doesn’t mean that there’s a problem with my brain. There’s a difference between a (luna tic

the difference between you and a fool in the

eyes in silence and didn’t

he… a fool in the

deceived and had not realized it for three

needed, but

really

and focused again, he silently saw

too late for

thought silently, the phone on the coffee table

not

his fingers, frowned, and

he

New York Hospital.

cried with joy when the phone

all the Boyle family’s fault for what happened at the

are you calling

came from the other end of the line, causing

time to cry.

talk nonsense with me, I don’t think I have anything to say to

“No… no…”

denied in a trembling voice and quickly told him her

choice but to call you. You should have seen the news that Aleah had a car accident. She has not been out of danger since she was carried to the hospital yesterday. Draven, Aleah was wrong in your marriage, but you have been together for so many years. Can you come to the hospital to see her? She may not wake up! I beg you.

her.”

not a doctor. I think it’s useless for me to go there if she

still indifferent, like that of an emotionless

last time. Why do you think I want to see a vicious woman who has deceived me for so

the absurd wedding, he didn’t have any other feelings except

love Aleah

didn’t even like her, let

like her, it didn’t matter how

he knew that Aleah cared about him but schemed against him, he was still willing to

even the scheming concern was fake. It was just

love was even more fake than his

should he accept

end of the line fell silent, and

and the Boyle family would have nothing to do with each other from