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.

if you want her to be fine, you’d better find a hospital as soon as possible. If you only hope that she is alive

why are you panicking?”

inner cabin and pushed open the door to Cierra’s

had been in a coma for a few days and had been relying on nutrient fluids to maintain her life. In

long hair was scattered on her shoulders, and her palm-sized face

the noise at the door, her little head on the bed finally

the bed. He lowered his indifferent eyes and said casually,

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

body was restrained, and his casual

for a while, as if he

that had been abandoned by her mother as soon as she was born, and she

time, and a line

you

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

heart. But no matter what, we grew up together. Can’t I call you

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

~”Mr. Trevino…”

Patrick noticed that something was

what had happened between Cierra and Patrick, he had heard of

there was even news that Aleah committed

to make her

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

not have

he could roughly judge that there might be something wrong with her

even Patrick knew

voice, Patrick raised his hand to

the woman crying silently on the bed and said nothing. Then he

and Patrick were left in the room.

the crying was a little obvious, and Cierra felt

lot of physical strength. After

know if it was 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

the end, it was Patrick who pulled her out casually. “Have