Divorced but Delighted By Millie Huffman

Chapter 450 Get on the Account

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

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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.

However, the doctor’s expression was very serious. “Mr. Patrick, 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 and doesn’t care what she becomes in the future, then just ignore what I have said.”

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cabin and pushed open the door

and had been relying on nutrient fluids to maintain her

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

the door, her little head on the bed

stopped by the bed. He lowered his indifferent eyes and said

clearly, her dull eyes suddenly lit up, and her voice was weak and soft. “Draven…”

Patrick was speechless.

stared at Patrick expectantly. “Draven, what’s wrong with me? Where am I?”

was restrained, and

stared at her pale face for a while, as if he wanted to

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besides her illness, only innocence and pity

was like a young child that had been

and she was pitifully looking for

and a line of cold words slipped

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her lip. Her eyes, which had already

head 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

her look so delicate and touching that

heart soften.

~”Mr. Trevino…”

doctor behind Patrick noticed that something

happened between Cierra and Patrick,

name “Aleah”, the big

even news that Aleah committed suicide and was found out to

to make

matter if she was still alive or not, she

Patrick.

words, she should not have called him “Draven”.

could roughly judge that there might be something

memory.

to mention him, even Patrick knew about

his voice, Patrick raised his hand to stop

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He glanced at the woman crying silently on the bed and said nothing. Then he turned around and left with

Patrick were left in the

crying was a little obvious, and Cierra felt a little

she

a lot

the tears on her face. She