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?"

but he tried his best to make

looked at Jacob's calm face

of others, Jacob wanted to bear the pain

possible, he would save his father

his father, he would not

front of fate and illness, Jacob felt powerless in his heart.

destroyed in an instant. He believed that his heart was strong, but that's because it had not encountered any

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

her hand in her pocket, Sara clenched it tightly, as if it could relieve

of the whole thing and also

fine. Come and have a seat

to put them down slowly. With an amiable smile on his face, he

get along well with each other, which almost

are you, Sara? Is it cold

saw the sensible girl,

fine, Dad. How are

was like a ray of sunshine shining in Michael's

doesn't matter. I'm fine as long as I

but his

his expression and stopped looking worried. The last thing his father wanted to

out first. It's time for

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

sorry to have you involved in such a

that I have to let you witness

Sara the power to calm

way could she do

not easy for anyone to live. No one had always lived a relaxed life, and

two of them out

great if he could see them happy together in his lifetime. If he could have a

in front of him seemed to have an indescribable gap and distance. They

they didn't see it with their

made his figure even taller. Even in such a cold winter, there was no sign of bloated body. No wonder many people's