Divorced but Delighted

"It seems that you are going to protect my good brother?"

Of course, Draven didn't leave, nor did he get angry because of her words. He just asked calmly.

Mrs. Trevino ignored him. "Whatever you think, I don't know what he's doing in New York, nor do I know where he is. All I know is that even if he's raised in the Washington D.C., he will still much more filial than you! At least when I'm sick in the hospital, he knows to greet me from time to time. What about you? I think you're just as ungrateful as your dead father!"

"Let's talk about whether I'm an ungrateful person or not later. But it's an eye-opener for me that Mrs. Trevino is trying so hard to protect a criminal."

Draven didn't expect to get anything out of her. He glanced at her coldly and was about to leave.

When he opened the door and was about to go out, he paused and said without looking back, "By the way, Mrs. Trevino, I forgot to tell you. I don't know if you have received the news, but I think I still need to tell you. Cierra is the daughter of the the Barton family in Los Angeles. My brother kidnapped her and what do you think the Barton. family will do if something really happens to her?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't stay any longer and walked away directly.

In the ward, Mrs. Trevino was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't know what Draven was talking about.

When she understood, her face changed greatly.

Then, she immediately went to Anna and said, "Give me the phone. I'll call Addison and ask him. Don't let him do anything stupid again!"

Anna went to get her phone, she comforted Mrs. Trevino. "Madam, don't worry. Maybe Mr. Draven is deliberately lying to you. Mr. Patrick suddenly returned to New York, so he must have a sense of nervous. You should communicate with him and let the two brothers meet. Why do they have to be so tit-for-tat? As for Mr. Patrick, I think he is a good person. He doesn't look like someone who will kidnap others. I cooked for him at noon today. He tasted some and praised my cooking skills."

"Is that so..."

Mrs. Trevino was skeptical and worried. "You'd better give me the phone. I'll call him and see if he's at home."

The ward was in a mess because of what Draven said. No one noticed that the door of the opposite ward was half-closed and swayed as someone walked.

Ryan couldn't wait any longer downstairs.

When he saw Draven walking out of the building in a hurry, he went up to him regardless of the rain and asked, "How did it go? Did you get any news from your mother?" "Let's go to the Trevino family's old house."

Draven immediately opened the door of the driver's seat and said.

But when he got in the car, he paused and went straight to the back seat. "You drive, as soon as possible."

Ryan didn't dare to delay. It was about human life!

Who knew what Patrick would do to Cierra?

Even if the person who had been kidnapped was a stranger, they would inevitably be worried when they heard about it on the news, not to mention that the person who had gone missing was Cierra.

In the back seat of the car, Draven did not stay idle. He used Ryan's phone to contact Bruno and then sent a message to William.

Of course, he didn't dispatch all the manpower to the Trevino family's old mansion.

The news he heard in the ward was very credible, but there were always cunning people. No one knew if there was any other place in New York where Cierra was locked up.

The manpower under William were also searching all over New York. When he heard the news from Draven, he immediately sent half of their men to the the Trevino family' house, while the other half continued to search as planned.

Bruno contacted the Cambre family and the partners of the the West family in Los Angeles. After all, New York was not his place. He could only ask for help from others except for himself.

It usually took more than 40 minutes to get to the Trevino family from the hospital.

This time, Ryan forcibly shortened the time by half and finally arrived at the gate of the old house. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

At this moment, in the small room, Cierra was eating slowly.

In fact, she didn't have much appetite. The room was full of the smell of blood, and there was a madman staring at her, which was more or less disgusting.

However, she thought that if someone really came to save her later, she could eat to gain some strength and would not be a burden.

She mechanically stuffed the food into her mouth, and at the same time, she blamed herself.

If she had been more vigilant in L'Opera Restaurant in the afternoon, these things would not have happened.

Originally, she came here for the marriage of Lydia and William. Now everyone was worried about their own affairs before the wedding. It was really a sin.

When Cierra took a bite of coriander that she didn't like, she even wondered if she hadn't been picked up by William, or if she had disappeared directly from the plane as Patrick had said... However, as soon as this thought came to her mind, it was extinguished by Cierra in time.

She couldn't think like that.

A family reunion was the best way.

Since God had shown mercy to her and let her find her relatives, she would not give in because of artificial factors.

Moreover, she didn't think she was a burden.

William had once told her that she was the lucky star of her family.

She would definitely survive.

As Cierra stuffed food into her mouth, she kept giving herself positive psychological hints.

"Is it that delicious?"

Patrick looked at the squirrel-like woman in front of him, and her cheeks puffed up slightly because of the food. At this moment, when she heard the voice, she raised her eyes, but she still kept chewing. An innocent look appeared in her dark eyes.

Patrick leaned back in his chair, rested his chin on his palm, and stared at her with interest.

That food was left to him by the maid of the Trevino family at noon. He took a sip and put it aside. He had just asked someone to heat it up and sent it to her. He didn't expect her to eat it so happily. It made him also want to have a try.

With that thought in mind, he got up and walked towards Cierra.

Cierra slowed down her chewing and stared dully at Patrick.

Was this lunatic all right?

What was he trying to do? Was he here to poison her?

Patrick took her spoon and tasted with her hand.

Cierra was stupefied.

She glanced at the food in her bowl. Because it was leftover rice and she only used one bowl, the mixture of soup and rice made her lose her appetite.

Mr. Patrick took a sip of the spoon that she had used and even ate it?

Was he all right?

"It tasted awful."

Patrick swallowed the rice in his mouth and threw the spoon back into her bowl wantonly.

"How can you eat such terrible food? Are you a pig?"

Cierra was speechless.

If it weren't for the fact that she didn't like to waste food, Cierra would have thrown this meal at his face.

How could a good-looking man be a piece of trash?

She swallowed the food in her mouth silently, held back her temper, and said to Patrick, "I told you I'm very hungry. When I'm hungry, everything tastes good."

Of course, she was lying. Although she was hungry, she didn't think the food was delicious.

It was just cold leftover soup.

However, she had eaten these when she was abroad. Since she didn't have much money on her, she could only make do with it and fill her stomach.

She forced herself to eat it. She didn't know how Patrick could tell that she was eating very well.

Looking at her dirty hair, the red marks on her face, and the blood on her body, Patrick suddenly wanted to laugh.

Just as he was about to say something, someone knocked on the iron door of this room