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?"

with sobs, but he tried

Jacob's calm face and laughed

the place of others, Jacob

his father at all costs.

his father, he would not have

front of fate and illness, Jacob felt powerless in his

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

was in pain and powerlessness. Instead, it was as if

hand in her pocket, Sara clenched it tightly, as

was the witness of the whole thing and also participated

and have

but he found it was too difficult. He moved his fingers and had to put them down slowly. With an amiable

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

you, Sara? Is it

he saw the sensible girl, he felt warm in his

Dad. How are you

eyes were full of worry, which was like a ray of sunshine shining in

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

his laughter

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

out first. It's

His tone was so calm

involved in

that I have to let

the power to calm

against Jacob. Only in this way could she

easy for anyone to live. No one had always lived a relaxed life, and no one's life had always been heavy.

of

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

people in front of him seemed to have an indescribable gap and

they didn't see it with their

winter, there was no sign of bloated body.