Divorced but Delighted

When the fire burst out on the riverbank, a cruise ship was on the river.

As it went slowly, neon lights were reflected on the surface of the water, creating circles of ripples.

On the deck at the bow of the ship, Patrick’s suit rested casually on his shoulder.

He rested his chin on his hand and looked at the sudden explosion in the bungalow not far away, letting the autumn wind blow on his face wantonly. His eyes were full of smiles, and his well-defined fingers tapped rhythmically on the railing, as if he was playing classical piano music.

“Do you think the sparks are beautiful?”

When Patrick heard footsteps behind him, the rhythm of his fingertips became even stronger. He asked with a faint smile, “What’s wrong?”

Standing behind him was a middle-aged man wearing a white coat and glasses.

The man was expressionless. He stared at the fire on the riverbank for a while before. slowly saying, “Mr. Patrick, the lady you brought with you has woken up. Do you want to go and have a look?”

“She’s awake?”

Hearing this, Patrick raised his eyebrows and looked behind him in surprise.

He stopped admiring the magnificent fire on the deck and quickly walked into the cabin.

“How is she?”

On the way, he didn’t forget to ask.

The doctor followed behind Patrick. “Her condition is not very optimistic. Although she’s awake, she doesn’t seem to want to communicate with me. In addition, her wound may be infected.”

After all, the environment outside was not as good as that of the hospital. There were bacteria everywhere.

Although Cierra had suffered a lot in her early years, the Barton family treated her like a princess. Even a princess would panic when she slept on a pea, let alone a young lady with broken ribs.

Hearing this, Patrick stopped in his tracks and asked casually, “Can you solve it?”

Judging from his tone, Patrick didn’t care much.

Thinking that he had a fever in Mount Shasta for days without even treating his wound, he was still fine. Patrick felt that nothing would happen to Cierra.

“Mr. Patrick, if you want her to be fine, you’d better find a hospital as soon as possible. If you only hope that she is alive and doesn’t care what she becomes

why are you

cabin and pushed open the

a coma for a few days and had been relying on nutrient fluids to maintain her life. In addition, she was hot, so her face was pale under

her. Her long hair was scattered on her shoulders, and her

noise at the door, her little head on the bed

bed. He lowered his indifferent eyes and

her clearly, her dull eyes suddenly lit up, and her voice

Patrick was speechless.

at Patrick expectantly. “Draven, what’s wrong with me? Where

body was restrained, and his casual eyes gradually became serious.

as if he wanted to see something from

innocence and pity remained. Especially her watery eyes, she was like a young child that had been abandoned by

at her for a long time, and a line of

you call me?”

eyes, which had already been filled with grievance,

a choked voice, “I know you hate me now. You only have Aleah in your heart. But no matter what, we grew up together. Can’t I call

because she felt too wronged, tears fell from her palm-sized cheeks, which made her look so delicate and touching that anyone who looked at her would feel

~”Mr. Trevino…”

Patrick noticed that something

and Patrick,

news that Aleah committed suicide

had plastic surgery to make her debut again.

matter if she was still alive or not, she shouldn’t have appeared here with

she should not have called

he could roughly judge that there might be

him, even Patrick

voice, Patrick raised his hand to

the woman crying silently on the bed and said nothing.

Patrick were left

crying was a little obvious, and Cierra felt a little

lot of physical strength.

She didn’t know if it was because she was embarrassed or because she didn’t want to look at the person in

Patrick who pulled her