Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 443 A Lunatic

In the hospital.

Cierra had been unconscious for three days.

Since she was sent to the hospital from Mount Shasta three days ago, there had been not sign of her waking up. But the doctor's examination showed that except for the two broken ribs, the rest of the injuries were all superficial. Logically speaking, Cierra shouldn't have been unconscious for so long.

Even if she needed to rest for a long time for her exhaustion, she should have woken up by now.

Although the doctor said that Cierra wasn't in a life-threatening situation, her unconsciousness was still worrying-

The Barton family even invited Dr. Charles to check Cierra. He showed that Cierra needed to rest and she would wake up one day.

There was no other way but to wait anxiously.

During this period, William and Draven investigated the people that Patrick had arranged in New York.

To begin with, New York was not under Patrick's control. In addition, he had come here on a whim. The people he hired were a motley crew, so it was easy to investigate them.

It was just that Patrick was indeed mysterious, and there was no trace of him so far.

Draven didn't forget the old man who had provided him with the clues. After dealing with the matter at hand, he went to the old house of the Trevino family.

The old man had been living in the old mansion for the past few days.

No matter what, he was still a member of the Trevino family.

By the time Draven arrived, the old man had just returned from the nearby mountain.

In the past few days, he had a regular schedule. After getting up in the morning, he did some exercise. After breakfast, he went to the nearby mountain to have a walk and came back when it was almost time for lunch. In the afternoon, he drank coffee and read the newspaper.

The old man didn't look surprised when he heard that Draven was here.

After washing his hands, he saw Draven standing in the back garden with a warm smile on the old man's face.

"Did you just come from the hospital? Have you visited your mother by the way?"

The old man sounded like Draven's eldership who had been staying in New York.

From his words, it was obvious that he knew what Draven had done in the past few days.

Instead of answering his question, Draven glanced at the coffee pot in the old man's hand, then the precious orchids in the garden. Draven raised his eyes slightly.

"You seem to be used to living in the old house."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Draven's tone.

The old man laughed loudly. "I was born here, naturally I'm used to it. You, a junior, don't know the past and aren't even willing to call me grandpa now. This truly disappoints me!" Draven lowered his eyes.

He indeed didn't know the origin of the previous generation, but he could replace something from the old man's words.

For example, the Trevino family in Washington D.C. also came from New York.

They went up in the word and settled down in Washington D.C. Some of them who were despised by the family were driven back to New York. If anyone in the family realized hometown is where the heart is, he or she had to return here.

The old man sat down on the rattan chair with ease, pouring a cup of coffee and tasting

"Have a sit. Lunch is in preparation.

Stay here and have lunch with me. If you have time. in the afternoon, go to the hospital to see your mother No matter what, she gave you the life. You can get close to and cherish others, but don't forget your blood relatives.

Draven glanced at him indifferently and sneered, "Don't you think it's ironic?"

If the Trevino family attached great importance to bloodlines, why would they take away one of Patrick and Draven at their birth and 'evict' the other clansmen?

Draven hadn't known until now that

there were other bloodlines in the Trevino family. It could be seen that the Trevino family just wanted ability-strong people, which was no different from selecting goods.

So-called bloodlines didn't really matter that much to them.

That was why Draven felt the old man's word ironic.

The old man didn't care about Draven's rudeness and poured a cup of coffee for him.

The old man said with a casual

smile, "It's inevitable for people to make mistakes in their lives. The Trevino, family didn't care about

these things in the past, but net

now

that they do. You young should give us, old things chances to correct. What's more..."

After a pause, he sat down on the chair and turned to look at Draven.

"Time determines our choice, though our current choice seems a bit absurd in the current situation."

However, it couldn't be denied that the Trevino family had relied on "keep the strong" to thrive and become the top in Washington D.C., and no one had been able to shake it so far.

If it weren't for the lack of offspring, the old man wouldn't have to go back to New York to look for Draven.

Draven understood what he meant, and didn't bother to talk to him.

Draven got straight to the point. "What's your purpose in coming to New York this time? Or, what do you want from me?"

The old man chuckled. "According to seniority, you should call me Grandpa. Naturally, I'm here to visit you.

Draven stared straight at him, but couldn't see any emotion in his eyes.

"I came to see you with gratitude because of the promise I made to you in the hospital. If you don't have anything to tell me, I don't think there's a need for me to stay here any longer." The reason why Draven came over was because the address provided by the old man was correct.

The old man had saved Cierra, so Draven could not repay kindness with ingratitude and forget the promise he had made at that time.

But the old man's words were really awkward and full of unimportant verbiage, which made Draven feel annoyed.

If they continued to chat like this, Draven didn't mind leaving without giving him a face.

"Young man, you still can't keep your cool."

The old man sighed and shook his head.

He put down the coffee pot, and sat up straight on the rattan chair, signaling Draven to sit.

Draven glanced at the chair opposite him, pursed his lips, and sat down.

The old man finally stopped keeping Draven guessing. "You are indeed the reason why I came here. I think you have met your brother before. I raised him myself. What do you think of him?"

As soon as Draven sat down and was about to tidy up the cufflinks, he paused and asked, "Which aspect do you mean?"

The old man was still smiling. "Any aspect you're interested."

Draven tidied up the sleeves of his suit, picked up a cup of coffee in front of him, and drank it up.

He put down the cup and said, "He's a lunatic."

Patrick was a complete lunatic.