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.

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 in the future, then

why

pushed

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

behind her. Her long hair was scattered on her shoulders, and her palm-sized face was hidden in

door, her little

stopped by the bed. He lowered his

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

Patrick was speechless.

didn’t notice anything unusual, she stared at Patrick expectantly. “Draven, what’s wrong with me? Where

laziness on Patrick’s body was restrained, and his casual eyes gradually became

as if he wanted to see

a young child that had been abandoned by

a long time, and a

did you

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

me now. You only have Aleah in your heart. But no matter what, we grew up together. Can’t

made her look so delicate and touching that anyone who looked at her would feel their heart

~”Mr. Trevino…”

doctor behind Patrick noticed that

what had happened between Cierra and Patrick, he had

long ago, there was even news that Aleah committed suicide and was found out

to make

still alive or not, she

words, she should not have called

there might be something wrong with

to mention him, even

his hand to

glanced at the woman crying silently on the bed and said nothing. Then he turned around and left with

were left in the room.

crying was a little obvious, and Cierra felt a little

lot

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

Patrick who pulled her out casually. “Have