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.

find a hospital as soon as possible. If you

snorted. “Then why are

entered the inner cabin and pushed open the door to Cierra’s room.

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

long hair was scattered on her shoulders, and her palm-sized face was hidden in it. She looked

because she heard the noise at the door, her little head on the bed finally moved.

also stopped by the bed. He lowered his

saw the face in front of her clearly, her dull eyes suddenly lit up,

Patrick was speechless.

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

laziness on Patrick’s body was restrained, and

a while, as if

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

and a line of cold words slipped out of his throat.

you call me?”

Her eyes, which had already been

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

she felt too wronged, tears fell from her palm-sized cheeks, which made her look

~”Mr. Trevino…”

behind Patrick noticed

happened between Cierra and Patrick, he

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

plastic surgery to

or not, she shouldn’t have appeared here with

words, she should not

that there might be something

even

Patrick raised his hand to stop him. “You go out

the bed and said nothing. Then

were

and Cierra

addition, her body was weak, and crying consumed a lot of physical strength. After a while,

she was embarrassed or because she didn’t want to

it was Patrick who pulled her out casually. “Have you