Divorced but Delighted

Chapter 445 Only Ounce Broken Ribs 

At the river crossing dock of New York.

Next to the warehouse stood an old bungalow.

It was lunchtime, and the smell of fireworks came from the corridor, floating to the river and mixing with the mist.

The faint fragrance of medicine mixed with the smell of food was hard to detect.

“Mr. Patrick, I’ve brought it back.”

At the end of the corridor of the bungalow, Calvin stood at the door of the room, holding a small box in his hand. He did not dare to walk in.

Different from the dilapidated surface of the bungalow, the room was small but well-equipped, which could be comparable to a five-star hotel.

Patrick was sitting on the sofa against the wall.

In such late autumn, his upper body was naked. Wounds on his sturdy chest and abdomen could be seen clearly, especially the one on his abdomen. The medicine made it dark brown, which looked even more terrifying.

Patrick was carefully applying medicine to himself and bandaging the bandages on his body.

Hearing the voice at the door, he didn’t even raise his head. “Put it on the table.”

Inside the box was none other than Browning pistol that had been stuffed into Cierra’s palm on Mount Shasta.

Since it had been taken away by the Morgan family, he naturally had a way to get it out.

“Is there anything else?”

Patrick simply bandaged the wound on his abdomen and ignored the other injuries.

The wound was caused by hitting a rock in the lake, and it was inflamed, so he had to clean it up.

As for the others, they were nothing more than some superficial wounds caused by the fight with that group of people days ago. He didn’t take them seriously at all.

After the wound on his abdomen was bandaged, Patrick saw that the person at the door had not left yet, so he asked.

Standing at the door, Calvin hesitated and said, “I heard that Old Mr. Trevino has come. to New York and met Old Mrs. Trevino and Draven alone.”

He finished and didn’t disclose more.

Hearing this, Patrick paused for a moment and immediately understood what he meant.

He sneered and said, “That old fox can’t cause any trouble. Don’t worry about him.”

Calvin was anxious. “But Mr. Patrick, if old Mr. Trevino sees Draven and hands over the Trevino Group to him…”

Wouldn’t that be equivalent to kicking Patrick out of the game?

However, Patrick didn’t care at all. “Do you think they will get what they want if they hand it over to Draven? Draven is not easy to deal with.”

It was easy to guess what that wily old fox was thinking.

The old fox just couldn’t restrain him, so he wanted to find someone who was obedient. and sensible.

Or that old fox just wanted Patrick to compete with Draven and choose a more suitable. person to be in charge.

Heh… Did he really think he was the king?

At the thought of the competition, Calvin was convinced that Patrick had come to New York to compete with Draven.

But now, most of their people in New York had been removed by Draven, and Patrick had also been sent to this place. It seemed that Patrick had been abandoned by that old fox. Calvin couldn’t help but feel anxious.

“Mr. Patrick, since we’ve already come this far, why don’t we think of another way?”

“How far have we gone?”

Patrick pretended not to understand his words. He bent down and took out the Browning pistol on the coffee table, twirling it between his fingertips.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and pointed it at Calvin.

Calvin was so frightened that he forgot what he was going to say for a moment. He cried out, “Mr. Patrick, please take it back! It will be terrible if it goes off!”

Patrick sneered and put it back casually. “There’s no bullet. What are you afraid of?”

Fortunately, Calvin had watched Patrick grow up and knew what kind of temper he had.

He looked helplessly at the young man in front of him and said earnestly, “Oh my god, please stop.”

“Although we won’t get much profit this time, old Mr. Trevino watched you grow up. If you go and admit defeat in front of him, there may be a turning point in this matter.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Otherwise, if the Trevino Group is really handed over to Draven, I’m afraid…”

“Isn’t it better to hand it over to my younger brother?”

As usual, Patrick looked freewheeling, which made Calvin speechless.

After a long while, the latter added hesitantly, “How, how can this be better?”

All other families in Washington D.C. were scheming against each other and using all kinds of dirty tricks in hopes of controlling the share.

Why was it even better in his mouth?

Patrick replied casually, “It’s better that Draven works for those old foxes, isn’t it?”

Patrick had to manage the whole Trevino Group, so he didn’t even have time to rest and was extremely tired. At the end of the year, he had to give dividends to those rich young. men who didn’t assist. Was he a fool?

Wouldn’t it be better to leave those trivial tasks to his dear little brother?

Patrick glanced at Calvin, who couldn’t speak, and didn’t want to talk about this with him. He changed the topic and asked, “How’s the person I asked you to keep an eye on?”

Naturally, he was talking about Cierra.

That night, they came down from Mount Shasta. Before he could bandage his wound, he ordered someone to the hospital to keep an eye on her.

Other than that, he didn’t have any other order.

The hospital belonged to the Chamber family in New York. It was not easy to bribe people in the hospital.

At present, their people in New York had been dug out by Draven, so they couldn’t do other things.

Hearing this, Calvin replied patiently, “I’ve arranged for someone to protect Miss. Barton. There’s news that her life isn’t in danger, but she hasn’t woken up yet.

Patrick, who had been looking at the ceiling in boredom, suddenly sat up and said with a serious face, “It’s been three days. Hasn’t she woken up yet?”

Calvin was stunned by his gaze.

He braced himself and said, “Yes.” Seeing that Patrick looked even more serious, he explained, “The doctor didn’t say what’s going on, but according to the daily observation, there’s nothing wrong with Miss Barton’s body. As long as she wakes she’ll be fine.”

“Which hospital?”

“The Cambre family’s Sky Hospital.”

“They quack!”

Patrick was still silent.

Calvin didn’t dare to agree. He just lowered his head and didn’t look at Patrick.

Once Patrick got angry, he was as hard to deal with as the old foxes of the Trevino. family.

Calvin didn’t dare to scold him, so he could only lower his head and bear it silently. up,

Patrick’s face darkened. He grabbed something on the coffee table and asked, “How is her injury?”

Calvin had seen the medical record of Cierra and didn’t hide it. “I heard that the most serious injury on her is only ounce broken ribs, and the rest of her body are only superficial wounds. It shouldn’t be a big deal.”

Hearing this, Patrick shot him a cold glance.

“Only ounce broken ribs?”

Patrick was still silent.

Only then did Calvin realize how ridiculous his tone was.

But he felt wronged. After all, no matter how seriously Patrick was injured in the past, he didn’t care about it at all. If Calvin broke ounce ribs, Patrick wouldn’t think it was a big deal.

Calvin didn’t consider that the injured one was Cierra.

Fortunately, Patrick didn’t blame him, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

But the next second, he was on tenterhooks again.

The man on the sofa got up and casually put on a coat. “Go to the hospital with me.’