Chapter 237 You… You Know All About It?
No matter how many times he called or texted Cierra, there was no response.
Obviously, she didn’t want to contact him anymore.
As a result, his joy that was ignited because of the phone call was slowly worn away, leaving only resentment and a little helplessness.
Ryan could not be bothered with him and rolled his eyes.
“Is it my fault that Cici didn’t blacklist me? It’s your own problem. Why do you have to treat Aleah like a treasure? Who can you blame?”
Draven remained silent and continued to turn the ticket in his hand with his head down.
It wasn’t until the phone on the table rang that he came back to his senses.
He glanced at it and then hung up the phone.
Out of the corner of his eye, Ryan also saw the name on the screen and couldn’t help clicking his tongue.
“Are you sure you don’t want to answer the phone? Aleah is now lying in the hospital, and her life is in danger. This
time is different from the last time she committed suicide at the police station. The photos of the car accident are quite tragic. If you follow me to Los Angeles to find Cici, you may not even be able to see Aleah for the last time.”
Draven raised his eyes and shot a cold glance at him.
Ryan was not afraid of losing face. “I’ll tell you the truth.”
Draven didn’t argue with him.
He sat up straight on the sofa, pressed the ticket under his mobile phone, and took a sip of the Mason cake.
The sweet and greasy taste filled his mouth. The chocolate that ordinary people needed to eat with coffee was eaten by Draven expressionlessly.
If it weren’t for the fact that Ryan had seen enough of Draven’s love for sweet food, Ryan would have mocked him.
Only children liked sweet food. How old was he?
Draven didn’t care about Ryan’s gaze. He dug out Mason cake from the plate expressionlessly and spoke slowly.
“The Trevino Group has cut off all ties with the Boyle family a long time ago. From a business perspective, it has nothing to do with me. As for our private relationship, there has been such a big scandal. Do you think the Trevino family needs to show respect to the Boyle family?”
“That’s from the perspective of a normal person. Are you a normal person?”
Ryan was also mean, and he blurted it out without thinking.
Draven couldn’t be bothered to argue with him.
He had (men tal )illness, but he was in the treatment.
He didn’t think getting sick was a shameful thing, and he didn’t avoid it.
“I’m abnormal, but it doesn’t mean that there’s a problem with my brain. There’s a difference between a (luna tic ) and a pure fool.”
Ryan couldn’t help bursting into laughter. “Then what’s the difference between you and a fool in the past?”
Draven lowered his eyes in silence and didn’t say anything.
Wasn’t he… a fool in the past?
He had been deceived and had not realized it for three years.
He thought that they each took what they needed, but the other party was just fooling him.
But he really believed it.
After the black pupils dissipated and focused again, he silently saw the ticket. He looked gentler.
It shouldn’t be too late for a fool to wake up.
As he thought silently, the phone on the coffee table rang again.
He was not tired of it.
Draven tapped his knees with his fingers, frowned, and picked it up.
Under Ryan’s shocked gaze, he put it on speaker.
New York Hospital.
Vanessa cried with joy when the phone was connected.
“Draven, where are you now? It’s all the Boyle family’s fault for what happened at the wedding. I didn’t educate my child well. This marriage…”
“Mrs. Boyle, are you calling to say this?”
A cold voice came from the other end of the line, causing a chill. “What do you want to say?”
Vanessa was stunned and didn’t even have time to cry. “Draven, I… I just want to…”
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