Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 272

Until noon, the temperature completely returned, and Patrick's condition also recovered a lot.

Aimee took out a button-like item from her backpack, turned her head, looked at Patrick, and said, "Darling, let's make a bet. This thing is a signal device. If I drop it, it will automatically locate to our place, so we can wait for help."

Patrick looked at Aimee in surprise that she had such a device.

Aimee said with some embarrassment, "Originally, if we were in another place, I could just throw this thing down and wait for someone to rescue us, but in this position, I'm not sure if it will work."

In fact, at the beginning, Aimee didn't want to use this.

Firstly, it was because she didn't know whether this would be effective, and secondly, she didn't want more people to come to Veggia, which was not a good thing.

However, in this situation, if this method was not used, the two of them will be trapped here.

As for whether this thing will work, Aimee actually had no idea.

In other places, this will certainly be useful.

However, Veggia was too mysterious. Now they found themselves lost and can't get out at all.

Aimee was not sure if the signal will be received after throwing it out.

However, until now, Aimee can only gamble.

Patrick said, "I believe in you."

In fact, Patrick had already made arrangements here, but it was made before they came here.

He told Trace to follow them secretly, and when the time was right, he could come and rescue them.

However, Patrick didn't tell Aimee about it.

As Aimee thought, Veggia was too elusive.

Patrick was not sure now when will Trace and the others arrive.

If he told Aimee to have expectations, it would not be a good thing for the current situation.

So, Patrick didn't say anything.

The two of them were so worried about each other, and they also cared each other in their own way.

Aimee threw the annunciator in her hand down the mountain. Whether she could succeed or not was up to the device.

At this moment, Aimee suddenly felt it a little funny.

She can only pray in her heart that everything can develop according to her plan.

After throwing the annunciator down, Aimee leaned on Patrick's shoulder and said, "Darling, do we look like two puppies now, waiting for the owner to come and take us home?"

Patrick laughed that she was in the mood to tell jokes to amuse him.

He said, "Then what kind of puppy are you?"

Aimee tilted her head and thought for a while, then said, "Samoyed, looks pretty."

Just like the one in their family, Flabby was silly, but looked pretty.

Especially now that the injury has healed, he looked even more beautiful.

Aimee said, "Darling, I miss Flabby."

And grandpa.

She didn't know if the old man was very worried about them.

And Casey, she was already worried about how she was now and whether the wound was recovering well, even with Kelvin around.