Ex-wife, Please Come Back

Jacob gently leaned on Sara's shoulder. His eyes were sad and full of emotion. James stood on the side, a serious look on his face. What happened today was bound to happen sooner or later. However, he didn't expect that it would happen so fast.

Birth, aging, illness, and death were all inevitable. They were things that couldn't be changed in life. James was well aware of this, but he was still sad.

He had witnessed all sorts of highs and lows, but he still couldn't accept the way things were. After all, it was extremely difficult to come to terms with getting separated from someone forever— especially if it was someone you loved.

Soon, a doctor came out, clutching a piece of paper in his hand. It looked like a form of sorts.

"Excuse me, who is the patient's family?" Although the doctor was speaking clearly, Jacob couldn't seem to hear his words. He had zoned out, and he felt like he was turning deaf. If only he could really turn deaf and never find out what had really happened. However, he needed to face this.

"I am." Jacob looked up and stared at the doctor with his red eyes, afraid and worried. For the first time, he was afraid he was going to be faced with something he couldn't handle.

He knew this moment was inevitable, but he wished he could have had more time. He felt his heart beat wildly in his chest.

"Here's the thing. We need you sign the form before we proceed with the operation. This is an extremely high-risk procedure, so we will need you to sign off your consent. It has to be done by a direct relative," the doctor said, expressionless.

He had been used to both life and death, to sadness and joy. His professionalism commanded him to be as placid as possible, offering no special treatment to the man before him. What he needed to do was to do his best to save the man during the operation.

"What will happen if I don't sign it?" Jacob asked, trying to restrain his emotions. He knew that he needed to be strong at that moment, but he could feel his voice begin to tremble.

He couldn't express his emotions. Although he was a powerful businessman, there was nothing he could do to change his situation at that moment.

gentle as possible. This was a

the hospital wouldn't be liable in case the outcome was terrible. He couldn't be so cruel as to tell the patient's family the cold, hard

gestured for him to hand over the form. God only knew how difficult it was for him to say those words. With just those three words, he

the operation, the patient would still need to go through a long period of chemotherapy. He will be at risk all the while. I hope you are prepared

doctor thought of every time he had to witness as the operation failed or the patient's condition got worse. He

happened. Therefore, the doctor deeply wished for the operation

They would be

in shock by what he had done, and his

prepared. Even though he already had a premonition, he didn't know what to do if that premonition came

they were all reeling from the news and none

hand tightly, desperately wanting to comfort him. She tried to speak several times, but no words came out of her mouth.

trying time. She didn't need to speak. Thinking of this, Sara squeezed his hand even tighter, trying

carelessness, but sometimes, we are destined to lose them. However, loss of any kind is always

growth comes loss. That is the price people pay for their own development. They would lose their youth, their dream, their passion, and even their family. The process of loss would stay throughout all of one's life stages. Through adulthood to

that inevitably ends with death. Jacob knew this well. As he stood at the door of the emergency room, he seemed to grow ten years

for anyone else to feel just how soul-crushing it was to go through something like this, and Jacob wished no one else would ever have to feel the same way that he

waiting, and it was as if time had suddenly frozen. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

danger for the time being. We just need to wait as he recovers. However, I want you all to prepare yourselves mentally. The patient will be facing many sessions of chemotherapy, and the whole process will be

apologetically. They had done their best during the operation, but the patient and his family were not out of the woods

couldn't do anything to stop it. The process would drain the life out of anyone. Even the most joyful person was bound to lose their