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

the subtle difference, Sara looked at Jacob's calm face and laughed

Jacob wanted to bear the pain of

his

father, he would not have his own life.

now, in front of fate and illness, Jacob

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

She hated him. But she didn't feel happy when he was in pain and powerlessness. Instead, it was as if she had personally felt his pain.

tightly, as if it could relieve

the witness of the whole thing and also participated in

have

put them down slowly. With an amiable smile on his face, he held on till today only to see his son and

daughter-in-law didn't get along well with each other, which almost became a sore spot

Sara? Is

the sensible girl, he felt

How are

of worry, which was like a ray of sunshine shining in Michael's

as long as I see

into laughter, but his laughter was

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

out first.

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

have you involved in such a sad thing.

I have to let you witness my sadness

gave Sara the

front of Michael, no matter what, Sara wouldn't be against Jacob. Only in this way

one had always lived

saw the two of them out

he could see them happy together in his lifetime. If he could have a grandson in his lifetime, he would be satisfied to

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

didn't see it with their own eyes.

there was no sign of bloated body. No