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?"

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

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

could take the place of others, Jacob wanted to bear the pain of his

possible, he would save his father at all

would not have his own

now, in front of fate and illness, Jacob felt

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

sad. She hated him. But she didn't feel happy when he was in pain and powerlessness.

hand in her pocket, Sara clenched it tightly,

thing and also participated in it

have a seat

Michael wanted to wave his hand, but he found it was too difficult. He moved his fingers and had to put them down

other, which almost became a sore spot in Michael's heart.

you, Sara?

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

fine, Dad. How are you

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

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

but his laughter was

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

out first. It's

calm that no one could

sorry to have you involved in such a sad

that I have to let

calm face gave Sara the power to calm down.

in this way could she do what she wanted to do

was not easy for anyone to live. No one had always lived a relaxed life, and no one's life had always been

of them out

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

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

didn't see it with their own eyes.

made his figure even taller. Even in such a cold winter, there was no sign of bloated body.