Chapter 253


    Chapter 253 Da mn It


    Divorced but Delighted


    In the end, Charle didn’t argue too much with Draven. Although he was still dissatisfied with Draven, he


    was still polite.


    For example, when hearing Draven’s words, Charle replied.


    In contrast, Freddy, who was ying chess with Mr. Charles, did not give Draven any


    face.


    The chess piece fell heavily on the chessboard, and the chess pieces next to it also


    trembled three times!


    After Freddy made this exaggerated action, his words were also full of momentum. “Mr.


    Barton, you’re so good-tempered. If it were me, I wouldn’t even let him.


    house!”


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    Although Freddy didn’t name anyone, they could tell who Freddy was scolding.


    Draven didn’t care. Anyway, he had been scolded by Freddy many times when he was in


    New York.


    Moreover, Draven knew that he should be scolded, so he didn’t argue.


    After receiving the response, Draven turned around and left in a well-behaved manner.


    There was no trace of the domineering aura he had when he was in New York.


    But his straight back and demeanor still showed that he was noble.


    Charle looked at Draven’s back and breathed a sigh of relief. “If it weren’t for these bad.


    things, I would have appreciated him. What a pity.”


    Unfortunately, the prejudice against Draven had already taken root in his heart. No


    matter how outstanding Draven’s performance was, it was destined that the


    estrangement between the two families would not disappearpletely.


    “There is no shortage of excellent young people in this society. You are good at educating your


    children. Everyone of them is worth admiring.”


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    Freddy restrained his temper and began to tter Charle.


    The gloominess in Charle’s heart disappeared, and his elegant face was full of smiles.


    “Not at all. My children are also very undisciplined. Cierra’s William hasn’t been home for a few years.


    He’s already 30 years old, but he’s still acting like a child.”


    The people on the chessboard began to talk about the children again and even asionally mentioned


    Ryan. Ryan, who had a glib tongue, actually felt a little


    embarrassed and jumped up to find Draven.


    The garden was quiet. The noon sun shone through the shade of the trees, and they


    didn’t feel hot at all.


    The chirps of cicadas and birds, like an impassioned song, added a bit of interest to the


    in garden.


    After Cierra turned around and went to the kitchen, Jaquan and William were about to


    walk in the direction of the chess game, but when looking up, they saw Draven walking


    toward them, so they slowed down.


    “Mr. Barton, long time no see.”


    Dressed in a suit and leather shoes, Draven stood in front of them and said in a slow and


    polite voice.


    In contrast, William with short-sleeved shorts and slippers looked a little slo ppy.


    However, he had always beenzy. No matter how formal he was dressed, he still had


    such azy temperament. It was better to be casual since he was at home now.


    Hearing Draven’s voice, William raised his eyelidszily.


    “Are you calling me?”


    Like Jaquan, William didn’t extend his hand to Draven. Instead, he looked even more


    arrogant and mean.


    Having been men tally prepared, Draven calmly withdrew his hand and put it into his


    pocket.


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    “Mr. Barton, when we were in New York, I didn’t know who you were. Please forgive me for offending


    you.”


    Of course, Draven was referring to the matter that he had beaten William up because he had thought


    that William was Cierra’s boyfriend.


    William squinted at Draven and sneered. “What if I don’t forgive you?”


    William’szy tone fell, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes. He stood up straight


    and looked sharply at Draven.


    “How are you going to apologize, Mr. Trevino?”


    William nced at Draven and took a step forward in a domineering manner.


    Without moving, Draven looked straight at him and said, “Mr. Barton, as long as you can feel better,


    you can ask me to do anything. Of course, as long as I can ept it.”


    William sneered. “As long as you can ept it?”


    William touched the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he still felt the pain of being beaten by Draven


    for the first time. He looked down at Draven again.


    “If I want to punch you ten times or even a hundred times, will you be willing to ept it?”


    Draven said politely, “It’s my fault. Mr. Barton, of course you can punch me back.”


    Peng!


    Before Draven could finish his words, the ck shadow punched him in the lower jaw with a gust of


    wind and knocked him to the ground!


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    The noise was not small. Not to mention the nearby Harold and Jaquan, even Ryan, who had not


    arrived yet, stopped in his tracks and took a step back silently when seeing the dust rising from the


    ground.


    Ryan thought. “Oh my g od, William looks gentle and elegant, but why is he beating people so hard?


    “If I went over, I would have been beaten as well, right?


    “If I was implicated, would Cierra coax me?”


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    Standing under the tree, Ryan’s mind buzzed, and William punched Draven a few more


    times.


    He didn’t p Draven in the face. Instead, he beat Draven up on the neatly dressed suit. William


    specially chose the ces that were not easy to find but painful.


    Instead of fighting back, Draven held on.


    The punchesnded on his body, but they slowly dissipated the depression in his heart.


    One punch after another, it hurt so much that many things in his memory that were almost forgotten


    shed across his mind.


    Ernest Trevino was strict and not as patient as Sue Skinner.


    Ernest Trevino locked Draven up in that room and slowly got rid of Draven’s temper. He would whip


    Draven on the back again and again until Draven gave in.


    At that time, Draven was still young. When he couldn’t hold on any longer, he would


    still lower his head.


    But in Draven’s heart, he never thought he had done anything wrong.


    It was different now. It was the pain Draven had begged for.


    He should have lowered his head and endured it.


    From the very beginning, he knew that he was wrong.


    If he hadn’t suffered this, he would have nowhere to vent the regret in his heart.


    Did he hurt?


    Draven was willing, and even hoped that the person who hade to punish him would


    be Cierra herself.


    But he was also afraid that Cierra’s hand would hurt if she beat him for a long time.


    It was better to let her brother beat Draven to make up for what had happened in the


    past.


    When a mouthful of blood flowed out of Draven’s throat, his vision became blurred.


    In a daze, he seemed to see a figure running toward him in a panic.


    In the past, when Ernest Trevino beat Draven up, he would asionally beat Draven so hard that


    Draven almost fainted.


    In Draven’s memory, it was not his mother who had taken care of him, nor was it Aleah, who had


    always been crying bitterly. It was the panic-stricken Cierra.


    However, as he grew older, Ernest Trevino never hit him again. The panicked figure was gradually


    reced by something else in Draven’s mind.


    Da mn it!


    He almost forgot.


    It turned out that Cierra was the one who had been worried about him.


    But now, Draven probably didn’t even dare to think about it.


    If Cierra could turn back and care about him, it seemed that he would have no regrets if


    he died of pain like this…