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?"

sobs, but he tried

difference, Sara looked at Jacob's

the place of others, Jacob wanted

would save his father at

not have

now, in front of fate and illness, Jacob felt powerless in his

could be destroyed in an instant. He believed that his heart was

he was in pain and powerlessness. Instead, it was as if she had personally felt

her pocket, Sara clenched it tightly, as if

the whole thing and also participated in it

fine. Come and have a seat with

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

along well with each other,

are you, Sara? Is it cold

time he saw the sensible

How

was like a ray of

as long as I see

into laughter, but his laughter

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

first. It's

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

to have you involved in such a sad thing.

that I have to let

face gave Sara the power

of Michael, no matter what, Sara wouldn't be against Jacob. Only in this way could she do what she wanted to do most in the name of filial piety.

one had always lived a relaxed life, and no one's life had always been

the two of them out and

in his lifetime. If he could have a grandson in his lifetime,

seemed to have an indescribable

didn't see it with their own eyes.

was no