Ex-wife, Please Come Back

"What happened?"

Sara became nervous and her voice was trembling. She was not as calm as Jacob.

"No, he just woke up later. It doesn't take long for him to be awaken everyday..."

James went to the living room and sat down on the sofa. He looked sad and could not continue.

The servant put the tea on the table beside the sofa.

Jacob didn't have time to drink. His lungs were actually filled with cold air, but he was not in the mood to drink hot tea now.

Michael opened his eyes in a trance. Fortunately, he had lived one more day. Now he was lucky to live one more day. Even if he woke up, he still had a splitting headache, but he could bear it.

Pain was always an accessory to being sober. If one wanted to be sober and live, one had to pay the equivalent in exchange.

When Michael woke up, he looked at the ceiling and didn't know what was going on downstairs. Maybe Jacob and Sara had come.

But his health condition was so poor. Michael sighed. His gray hair looked listless, and his old skin also revealed a morbid state.

When he was young, he always thought he was made of iron. He could live on without breathing, eating or sleeping.

Now he finally realized that iron men did not exist. If he did not take good care of his own health, he would die of illness.

But it was not a big deal.

The key point was that what he had done finally paid off. Death was just the fate that everyone would have.

Michael staggered to sit on the bed. Sometimes, his numb body even had no ability to feel the cold temperature.

When the door of the bedroom was pushed open, Michael looked up. Now he even didn't have the strength to speak. Such words like "come in" were extremely difficult to utter.

It turned out that a person could be so powerless.

Jacob opened the door and saw his father sitting on the bed. It was only a week. His father seemed to have aged a lot.

"Dad, how are you? Are you okay?"

tried his best to make his voice sound normal.

Jacob's calm

place of others, Jacob wanted to bear the pain

save his father

father, he would not

fate and illness, Jacob felt powerless in his heart.

believed that his heart

But she didn't feel happy when he was in pain and powerlessness. Instead, it was as if

pocket, Sara clenched it tightly, as if

thing and also

have a

Michael wanted to wave his hand, but he found it was too difficult. He moved his fingers and had to put them down slowly. With an amiable smile on his face, he held on till today only to see his

each other, which almost became a sore spot in Michael's heart.

are you, Sara? Is it cold

the sensible girl, he felt warm

fine, Dad. How are you

of worry, which was like a ray of

matter. I'm fine as

but his laughter

worried. The last thing his father wanted to

go out first. It's time for

Jacob was reminding Sara. His tone was so calm that no one could tell what he was

involved in

sorry that I have to let you witness my

face gave Sara the

wouldn't be against Jacob. Only in this way could she do what she wanted to do most in the name of filial

No one had always lived a

of them out

would be great if he could see them happy together in his lifetime. If he could

front of him seemed to have an indescribable gap and distance. They stood so close, but felt so

didn't see it with their own

came downstairs. The straight overcoat made his figure even taller. Even in such a cold winter, there was no sign of bloated body. No wonder many people's hearts beat faster at the first sight of Jacob.