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.”

“Then why are

cabin and pushed open

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

was leaning against the headboard with a pillow behind her. Her long hair was

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

bed. He lowered his

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

Patrick was speechless.

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

body was restrained, and his casual

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

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illness, only innocence and pity remained. Especially her

was like a young child that had been abandoned by

and she was pitifully

long time, and a line of cold words slipped

you call

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

have Aleah in your heart. But no matter what, we grew up together.

her

heart soften.

~”Mr. Trevino…”

doctor behind Patrick noticed that something was

between Cierra and Patrick, he had heard

“Aleah”, the

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

to make her

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

Patrick.

should not have called

that there might

memory.

to mention him, even Patrick

raised his hand to

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was stunned. He glanced at the woman crying silently on the bed and said

and Patrick were

quiet environment, the crying was a

when she heard

weak, and crying consumed a lot

tears on her face. She didn’t know