Divorced but Delighted

In the hospital.

The smell of disinfectant was a little pungent.

Under the dazzling light, Patrick slowly opened his eyes. The light made him frown.

He seemed to be still trapped in that dream, unwilling to wake up.

Even though his eyes had adapted to the surroundings, he was still lying on the bed, unwilling to move.

He even wanted to close his eyes again and fall back into his dream.

It was not until he heard the surprised voice by the bed.

"Mr. Patrick, you're awake?"

The man guarding the bedside hurried over.

Patrick's frown deepened as he struggled to sit up from the bed.

"Mr. Patrick, you're finally awake. We're so worried. Don't mess around like this next time. You know, those old foxes in Washington D.C. are all staring at you. If anything happens to you..." "Calvin, you're very noisy."

Before Calvin could finish his words, Patrick interrupted him impatiently.

Patrick was already suffering from abdominal pain. When he woke up and heard the chatter, he felt even more annoyed.

Calvin also quickly compromised. "Okay, okay, okay. It's my fault for disturbing your rest. But you'd better think about what to do first in the future. It won't be good if this accident happens again." Patrick never listened to Calvin's words carefully.

He closed his eyes and relaxed for a while. When he heard the sound of medical equipment in the ward, he couldn't suppress the irritation in his heart.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and asked, "Where is she?"

Calvin was stunned. "Who are you talking about?"

"Who am I talking about? Was there any other people around me at that time?"

He felt that something was wrong. He didn't know where that stupid woman was. like

Calvin also came to his senses. "Are you talking about the woman who hurt you this? After Gaelen and the others found you on the mountain, they had already taken that woman away." "What did you say?"

Patrick opened his eyes slightly and looked up in disbelief.

"Who told you that she hurt me? Who allowed you to take her away?"

"But..."

Just as Calvin was about to explain, he saw Patrick pull out the IV drip and walk out with a gloomy face, regardless of his injury.

Calvin's face was full of anxiety. "Oh my god, you have to rest well. I'll ask Gaelen to bring her to you right now. What do you think?" Patrick pushed him away. "Don't you know what kind of person he is? How dare you ask him to take that woman away?" Calvin was stunned by the roar.

He had never seen Mr. Patrick like this before, for a woman.

It was even a woman he had known for less than three days. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

It seemed that he cared a lot about that woman.

Thinking that the woman had fallen into Gaelen's hands, Calvin's expression changed.

Who didn't know what kind of person Gaelen was? He was greedy and lustful, relying on his little skills to be complacent in the team all day long.

If it weren't for the fact that he did have something and didn't affect Mr. Patrick's interests, he would have been kicked out long ago.

Gaelen had taken the girl away.

Thinking of the possible consequences, Calvin felt a little uneasy.

But compared to a woman, he was more concerned about Patrick's health.

"Mr. Patrick, your wound is infected very seriously. I'm afraid that you will have a fever again if it's not dealt with properly. I'll deal with Gaelen and ensure that the girl will be brought to you safely. You can have a good rest here first, okay?"

"Get out!"

Patrick casually put on a jacket and walked out.

Calvin didn't dare to stop him, so he could only follow him anxiously.

Next to the descending elevator, another elevator that had just gone up stopped on the same floor.

Draven and Ryan walked out of the elevator, and the latter was still trying to persuade him.

"Draven, she is still your mother. You should be more careful when you speak. Cici's safety is very important, but I may not know what that lunatic is thinking. Let's just say..."

"Are you done talking?"

At the door of the ward, Draven stopped and glanced at Ryan coldly.

Ryan immediately made a gesture of silence and retreated to the side.

He didn't intend to follow Draven in.

Draven pushed the door open, looked up, and his expression changed slightly.

Sue was not the only one on the ward, unlike what he had imagined.

There was an old man sitting on the sofa opposite the door. He was dressed in a traditional suit and held a mahogany crutch in his palm. It seemed that he had expected that Draven would come here, so he was not surprised at all.

"You must be Draven, right?"

The old man looked at Draven from head to toe. There was a hint of appreciation in his eyes, but when his gaze fell on the left side of his face, there was a hint of pity.

"It's a good thing to save people, but you have to be careful next time. First of all, you have to ensure your own safety. Fortunately, the injury this time is not serious. According to the existing medical technology, it's easy to remove this scar."

The look in his eyes made Draven very unhappy. He frowned and tried his best to maintain some etiquette.

"May I know who you are?"

"According to your seniority, you should address me as your great-uncle."

The old man smiled, got up from the sofa, and stretched out his hand to Draven. "I came to see you when you were born. I didn't expect that after so many years, you have grown up so well." Draven lowered his eyes, pursed his thin lips, and did not shake hands with him.

In the confrontation, Sue, who was lying on the bed, finally couldn't help saying, "Draven, this is your great-uncle. You have to greet him. Don't be so rude!"

As if afraid that the old man would get angry, Sue sounded a little anxious.

Only then did Draven speak in an indifferent voice, "If I remember correctly, there seemed to be no other elders in the family tree. When my grandfather was buried, there were no other members of the Trevino family coming to pay their respects. How could I have a great-uncle?"

Sue's sight almost blacked out when she heard this.

She tightened her grip on the blanket and glared at Draven. "Do you know what you're talking about?"

If Draven offended the old man, who would be able to protect him then?

Did he really think that he could do whatever he wanted just because he had a firm foothold in New York?

Draven's expression remained indifferent.

The old man didn't take it seriously and didn't blame Draven for being rude.

"It doesn't matter. It's better for young people to be more arrogant. If you directly accept me, I'll feel uncomfortable."

He tidied up his clothes and sat down on the sofa again. There was always a seemingly kind smile on his face, but his eyes were full of unpredictable emotions.

"Your name is Draven, right? If I'm not mistaken, you're looking for the daughter of the Barton family. How come you have time to visit your mother?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Draven's expression changed drasticall