NovelOnline"This should be repairable," Bruce said. "It's just that the hull is quite damaged and needs to be repaired.” Bruce checked it and basically knew what the problem was.
Jaydon was overjoyed when he heard that. "That's great,” he said. "We'll leave the repair of the engine to you then." "Bruce, you're really amazing. You even know how to repair an engine?" Bruce frowned.
People like them, who were enthusiasts when it cto cars and planes, were quite interested in mechanical things.
Although they were not professional, they had no trouble solving minor problems.
"You go cut swood and find more rope. Aria, collect sfresh water and food." "Okay. Alright.” There was a complete set of spare tools in the storage box on the boat.
Bruce started tinkering, preparing to repair the boat's engine.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEach of them was busy with their respective tasks.
By evening, the indigenous people brought them food again. The indigenous woman who had a difficult labor could already get up and walk.
Now, with the child in her arms, she personally cto thank Aria.
In their culture, there was no concept of postpartum confinement. After giving birth, they would lie down for two days at most before starting to do what they needed to do.
When the indigenous woman saw Aria, she was very excited and sincere. In her own way, she kept expressing her gratitude.
Although Aria did not know what the woman was talking about in her rapid speech, it was definitely words of gratitude.
The baby was also very healthy. A small bundle, the baby nestled in his mother's arms.
Bruce watched from the side. As he watched, his eyes could not help but turn teary.
Afraid that tears might fall, he avoided the crowd and cto the side of the boat alone.
Seeing this, Jaydon followed.
When he got closer, he realized that Bruce was crying.
"Damn," Jaydon said. "Are you crying, Bruce?" He could not believe it, and he looked at Bruce with a surprised expression.
"A hot-tempered, evil, and arrogant man like him would actually shed tears?" Jaydon thought.
Bruce's eyes were bloodshot. He turned around coldly. His tall figure trembled uncontrollably as he cried softly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis heart was truly in a lot of pain.
Seeing this indigenous woman holding her child, he could not help but think of his wife and his children.
The scene of Joanna's abdomen being incised and lying in a pool of blood kept replaying in his mind.
He really wanted to return to his hcountry to be with Joanna.
This was especially the case as his phone had no signal after arriving at South Elmerton. Currently, he did not even know what Joanna had become.
Jaydon's expression gradually turned solemn. He knew what Bruce was sad about. He patted Bruce's shoulder and comforted him, saying, "Don't overthink. We can definitely return, and Joann will definitely be fine too." "Hurry up and get to work," Bruce said. His nasal tone was pronounced. He picked up the tools and continued to repair the engine.
The engine was fine, and the fuel tank was not broken. It was just that there was a hole in the hull that needed to be patched up.
Soon, after two days of repairs, the boat was almost fixed. The hole in the boat had also been patched up.
For the past two days, besides providing medical care to the islanders, Aria had also collected fresh water and food.
Bruce's expression was solemn as he said, "We can set off tomorrow. | hope everything goes well for us." Jaydon said, "Is the fuel enough? Will we not be able to make it to the mainland?" "In any case, this is the only way we have right now." "Let's hope our luck is good enough to encounter other vessels.” "That's the only way!" "Let's rest early today. We'll set off early tomorrow morning..." MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 mmMwWLLIOfiflO& 1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MULL TO £2 E1061 mmMwWLIiIOfiflO&1
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