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.

possible. If

why are you panicking?”

pushed open the door

nutrient fluids to maintain her life. In addition,

was leaning against the headboard with a pillow behind her. Her long hair was scattered on her

the door, her little head on

the bed. He lowered his indifferent eyes and said casually, “You’re awake?”

the face in front of her clearly, her dull eyes suddenly lit up, and her voice was weak and

Patrick was speechless.

anything unusual, she stared at Patrick expectantly. “Draven, what’s wrong

and his casual eyes gradually became

face for a while, as if he wanted to see something from it.

had been abandoned by her mother as soon as she

stared at her for a long time, and a line of cold words slipped out of

you call me?”

for a moment before biting her lip. Her eyes, which had

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 up together. Can’t I call you like before just because I lost

tears fell from her palm-sized cheeks, which made her look so delicate and touching that anyone who looked at her would feel their

~”Mr. Trevino…”

doctor behind Patrick noticed that something was

and Patrick, he

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

plastic surgery to

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

not have called him

that there might be something wrong with her memory.

to mention him, even Patrick knew

hand to

the bed and said nothing. Then he turned around and left with no expression

were left in

the quiet environment, the crying was a little obvious, and Cierra felt a

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

it was because she was embarrassed or because she didn’t want to look at

was Patrick who pulled her