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.

as possible. If you only hope that she is alive and doesn’t care what she becomes in the future, then just ignore

why

the inner cabin and pushed

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

a pillow behind her. Her long hair was scattered on her shoulders, and her palm-sized face was hidden in it. She looked very

door, her little head on

lowered his indifferent eyes and said casually, “You’re

face in front of her clearly, her dull eyes suddenly lit

Patrick was speechless.

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

body was restrained, and

as if he wanted

Especially her watery eyes, she was like a young child that had been abandoned by her mother as soon as she was born, and she was pitifully

for a long time, and a line of cold

you call

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

you hate me now. You only have Aleah in your heart. But no

fell from her palm-sized cheeks, which made her look so delicate and touching that anyone who looked

~”Mr. Trevino…”

behind Patrick noticed that

didn’t know what had happened between Cierra and Patrick, he had heard of

was even news that Aleah committed suicide

had plastic surgery to make her debut

matter if she was still alive or not,

words, she should not have called

could roughly judge that there might

mention him, even Patrick

his voice, Patrick raised his hand to stop him. “You go

bed and said

were left in

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

was weak, and crying consumed a lot of physical strength. After a

or because she didn’t want to look at the person in front of her. She lowered her head

was Patrick who pulled her out casually. “Have you cried enough?”