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?"

voice was choked with sobs, but he tried his best to make his voice sound normal.

subtle difference, Sara looked at Jacob's calm face

of others, Jacob wanted

would save his father at all

not have his own life.

illness,

turned out that what we were proud of could be destroyed in an instant. He believed that his heart was strong, but that's because it

feel happy when he was in pain and powerlessness. Instead, it was

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

thing

have a seat with

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

didn't get along well with each other, which

you, Sara? Is

Every time he saw the sensible girl, he felt warm in his heart.

fine, Dad. How are you

like a ray of

I'm fine as long as I see

but his laughter was lack of strength.

The last thing his father wanted to see was his worries

go out first. It's

His tone was so calm that

have you involved in such

to let you witness my sadness

Sara the

Sara wouldn't be against Jacob. Only in this way could

live. No one had always lived a relaxed life, and no

saw the two of them

together in his lifetime. If he could have a grandson in his lifetime, he would be satisfied

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

one would believe it if they didn't see

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