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.

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 in the future,

why are you

cabin and pushed open the door to

nutrient fluids to maintain her life. In addition,

headboard with a pillow behind her. Her long hair was scattered on her shoulders,

the door, her little head on the

by the bed. He lowered his indifferent eyes

saw the face in front of her clearly, her dull eyes suddenly lit up, and her voice was weak and soft. “Draven…”

Patrick was speechless.

she stared at Patrick expectantly.

laziness on Patrick’s body was restrained, and

pale face for a while, as if

that had been abandoned by her mother as soon as she was

her for a long time, and a line of cold words

did you call me?”

for a moment before biting her lip. Her eyes, which had already been filled with grievance, began to

head and said in a choked voice, “I know you hate me now. You only have Aleah in your heart. But no matter what, we grew

fell from her palm-sized cheeks, which made her look

~”Mr. Trevino…”

doctor behind Patrick noticed that something

what had happened between Cierra and Patrick,

news that Aleah

plastic surgery to make her debut again.

if she was still alive or not,

should not have called

judge that there might be

him, even Patrick knew

hand to stop him. “You go out first.’

the bed and said nothing. Then he turned around

were left

little obvious, and Cierra felt

crying consumed a lot of physical strength. After a while, she

she didn’t want to look at the person in front of her. She lowered her head stubbornly and didn’t raise it again.

Patrick who pulled her out casually. “Have you cried