Presiden's wild wife novel Chapter 401

"Dad ......"

Elena broke away from Logan's hand to pluck away the crowd, "Dad, get up, it's okay."

"Jacqueline, Jacqueline ......"

Cornel murmured, and Elena patted his face, looking somewhat helplessly at the man behind her.

Logan stepped forward and straightened him up and shoved him into the car, "Jacob, you take him back to the Browns, I'll handle this side myself, and, notify the salvage team ......"

"Yes!"

Elena looked at the vehicle that drove away, how the worry in her heart could not be dispersed, "Dad so is it okay? I always feel a little uneasy ......"

"It's okay, back at the Browns, Grandpa will watch him." At least it's better than him staying here.

Jacqueline, in the end, jumped right in front of him and continued to stay, and only made his own emotions more broken.

Elena nodded, the crowd on the bridge had gradually dispersed, the river was calm again, and Jacqueline was nowhere to be seen, she squeezed her hand slightly, "So what do we do now?"

"We'll just have to wait to hear from the salvage team." Logan wordlessly tightened his grip on her hand.

Elena took a deep breath and felt only a little heavy in the head.

The Browns, one after another, just a few days of time, a row of two people went, even if her heart for these two people do not have any emotions, but in the end still feel a little powerless to fight.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, the Browns have got news, Cornel because the stimulation is too much, and finally sleep or with the help of sedatives to quiet down.

George Brown's voice also seems to have aged a dozen years in general, Elena some dare not listen to continue, straight to push the phone to Logan.

Logan took it, his voice cold, "Grandpa."

"How's it going now? Any news?" George Brown's slow voice drilled into his eardrums.

"No." Logan shook his head and looked at the salvage team holding boats with lights on the river, his heart could no longer raise a single thought.

George Brown let out another long sigh, "Life! It's all fate ......"

"Grandpa doesn't have to say that." Logan was a little worried about his health.

George Brown laughed bitterly a few times, "Forget it, it's all about the people who are going to die, just go away ...... but it's also a relief ......"

Dead is good, dead is good, dead, it saves Cornel to remember all day long.

Logan's bones holding the phone are slightly white, "Grandpa, you also have a good rest, when there is news, I will contact you, the rest do not need to worry about."

"Hmm."

George Brown nodded and hung up the phone with a sluggish movement.

Elena looked up slightly into his dark pupils, "Is Grandpa okay?"

"It's nothing serious, and it seems that he's been prepared for this for a long time." Logan patted the top of her head, "It's late, why don't I ask Jacob to take you back first."

"No!"

Elena shook her head obstinately, as if she was afraid he would kick her out, the little woman immediately clung to his arm, "I'm not leaving, you're staying here, and so am I!"

"You're still carrying a baby, don't be capricious."

"I didn't."