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.

soon as possible. If you only

snorted. “Then why are you panicking?”

pushed open

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

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

because she heard the noise at the door, her little head on the

lowered his indifferent eyes and said

her dull eyes suddenly lit up, and

Patrick was speechless.

Patrick expectantly. “Draven, what’s wrong with

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

while, as if he wanted to see something from

her illness, only innocence and pity remained. 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 looking for someone to take

time, and a line of cold words slipped out of

you call me?”

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

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 my

felt too wronged, tears fell from her palm-sized cheeks, which made her look so delicate and touching that anyone

~”Mr. Trevino…”

behind Patrick noticed that something

happened between Cierra and Patrick, he

there was even news that Aleah committed suicide

to

still alive or not, she shouldn’t have

not have called him

there might be something wrong with

him, even Patrick

his hand to

woman crying silently on the bed and said nothing. Then he turned around and left with no expression on his face.

Patrick were left in the

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

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

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

who pulled her